Katara walked into her history class that was full of seniors as the first class of the day, she sipped on her ice chai tea from the coffee shop down the road.

She sat at her desk as some students greeted her while they waited for the bell to ring and the teacher to arrive.

She took out her notebook and her textbook with a pen, while she waited she went on her phone to check her texts of the morning.

The class got quiet when the teacher walked in with another student, Katara put her phone down and glanced up seeing a boy with raven hair and pale skin with their teacher, he told the student to sit in the empty desk two seats away from her. They seem to be close.

Katara knew that was the boy everyone's talking about. The violent one that's been in prison for years.

She could only see the right side of him, he seemed tense. He wasnt as big and scary though... he held a medium size cup in both of his pale hands and kept his head down.

But the boy glanced over feeling her gaze, Katara gasped softly to herself seeing the left side of his face was covered in an angry red scar as his eyebrow would never grow on that side and his left eye was squinted due to the scared tissue, his golden eyes hardened seeing her reaction and looked down again. He scoffed shaking his head as he leaned back sipping his drink.

Katara built herself up and took a deep breath.

"I-I'm Katara," she turned to him.

He stayed silent and ignored her.

"Your new right?" She tried again.

"Shut up and leave me alone," the boy snapped at her as he had his arms crossed over himself and one hand holding his drink.

Katara gulped a little hearing the raspiness in his voice, she turned back and opened the textbook when the teacher started the lecture. The boy inhaled deeply as he listened but had nothing to write notes or actually learn more. Katara tapped her blue pen against the book and bit her bottom lip.

She sighed rolling her eyes as she started to write down her notes, ignoring the boy going on his phone instead.

"I wouldnt waste my time on him, he has anger issues, dangerous anyways," the boy in front of Katara snorted as he glanced back at her.

"Didn't you hear what he did three years ago?" He smirked turning back to her.

"Pay attention jet," Katara waved him off as she didn't want to hear it.

"Maybe you should mind your own business," the boy spat at them as Katara flinched a little as jet glared back at him.

"Or what?" Jet snorted.

"Your daddy's gonna buy the school again?"

The boy glared at him as he started to bounce his leg. A girl from across the room got up and went over to sit right next to the boy with a smirk.

"Youre no good at making friends," the brunette girl laughed a little as the boy rolled his eyes.

"I'm not your friend ty lee," he sighed.

"Don't be so sour, I'm the closest thing to a friend you got here, I've known you the longest," she giggled as he rolled his eyes again.

The hour went by until students started to pack up their things and Katara put her notebook in her backpack and heard ty lee still talking to the new kid. She glanced over seeing he was in defeat and just let her talk as she pleased while he was zoned out now.

When the bell finally went off he was immediately up on his feet and out the door while ty lee was still talking without realizing he was gone.

"Gee, hes barely changed," jet scoffed as he stood with Katara.

"What's his name even? He's kind of rude," Katara threw away her drink as she walked with the taller boy.

"Zuko Susano, his sisters Azula, probably why ty lee is so clingy with him," jet scoffed as they went down the hall together.

"Why is he such a dick before? I tried saying hi," she made a face at him.

"Rich prissy emo kid, what do you expect? He's fucking loaded and his daddy helped him not get expelled from here, course he's going to be a privileged dick," jet laughed loudly as Katara crossed her arms a little.

"Did he beat you up or something?" Katara asked smugly.

"No!"

Katara giggled a little shaking her head.

"Someone needs to teach him a lesson, he got away with everything," jet told her annoyed now.

"You don't need to be harassing him jet, maybe he's changed," Katara looked back at him.

"How does someone change if they never gotten the consequences?" Jet asked her sharply.

"It's been like three years," she shot back.

"Katara," jet stopped her.

"Okay.. I was one of the kids he sent to the hospital, and that put me in a lot of debt, and he had something against Aang too, he bullied him most of middle school, the guy needs to be taught a lesson," he put a hand on her shoulder.

"And jumping him is the answer?" She asked keeping her arms crossed.

"Attacking him once won't teach him a lesson, besides, he's taller than you," she smirked up at him and jet groaned frowning.

"Fine, Whatever," jet waved her off and Katara shrugged walking away to go to her next class. She never was one for violence, she was the one that got a lot of kids to stop bullying Aang.

Jet huffed a little and thought for a moment at what he could do, she had a point, if Zuko was the same there was no way he'd be out of harms way if he tried to attack the lunatic. He walked away with his hands in his pockets thinking to himself.

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Katara leaned on her fist with a full expression as she tried to pay attention to the class. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket, she carefully placed it on the desk and flipped it over to see who texted her.

Jet: ur right, jumping him won't do shit, Wanna help me get a different kind of revenge?

K: why do you need my help??

Jet: ur smart and talented, I know you'd be able to think of something good enough

She frowned a little at the texts.

K:what are you thinking?

Jet: emotionally

K: that's fucked up, no

Jet: put a little wager?

K: no!

Jet: I'll pay for your parking pass for this year and next year

K: no jet

Jet: with 100 bucks and an alcohol of your choice

K: you're joking

Jet: dead ass

K: this is super shallow

Jet: I thought we were friends...

K:... what did you have in mind?