Put Your All Into It Chap 3

Disclaimer: I own the opposite of everything. Well except for this plot.

Oh and in case you're confused here are the grades/ages:

Zuko: Senior 18

Katara: Junior 17

Sokka: Senior 18

Suki: Senior 17

Toph: Sophomore 15

Aang: Sophomore 15

Haru: Junior 17

Ty Lee: Junior 16

Jet: Senior 17

Mai: Junior 17

Azula: Junior 16

Jin: Junior 16

PLEASE REVIEW! I need to know how I'm doin! There's some zutaraness in this chap! Enjoy!

Previous:

    When the cheering died down, everyone watched Jet and Mai stalk out of the cafeteria. Katara turned and wrapped her arms around Zuko's neck in a hug. He wrapped his arms around her waste and subtly breathed in her scent. Fresh roses and rain, he thought. Reluctantly they let go and sat down with their friends.
    "Well that was an interesting lunch." Sokka said and was met with some laughs.

Now:

    Katara woke up the next morning and went for a light jog around the upper ring of Ba Sing Se. She did this every morning to keep in shape for dance. While Sokka was the musician and sports star, she was the dancer. She had always been. Ever since Katara was a small girl, she had had more rhythm than older kids who had actually taken formal dance classes. Just give her a song, she'd do whatever for you and she would do it great. When she turned three, her mother put her in ballet classes.

    A year later she added tap and lyrical to the list. She continued these three dance styles until she turned about six years old. However, Katara was getting bored with the same dance moves over and over. She felt that a lot of the stuff she did was repetitive and she wanted a dance style where she could just be free to do what she wanted. Ballet, tap and lyrical were too strict for her, especially at her young age. She was an independent spirit. Kya, her mother, began to notice Katara's lack of enthusiasm in her current classes so she took her out of ballet, lyrical and tap and put her in jazz and hip hop instead. These proved to be much more to Katara's liking.

    Also, at this age, Katara began to show the signs for being an amazing singer. Deciding to act on this new found talent, Kya asked her daughter if she would like to take vocal lessons. Never being one to turn a challenge down, even at age six, Katara accepted and found that she loved it. Soon after she began taking piano lessons and nobody could deny she was a prodigy when it came to music.
    Unfortunately, a few months later, Kya died in a terrible car accident. The little girl's world was shattered to pieces and she dropped everything because they reminded her of her mother. For three and a half years, Katara wasn't dancing or singing or making music which were the only things that made her happy besides her mother and family. She didn't want to be happy. She couldn't. Instead, she took up responsibility and helped her Gran-Gran around the house and went to school.

    About a year later, her father left to help the Southern Water Tribe's navy against raids of pirates. That year, her fifth grade year, there was a school talent show. Her brother, then a sixth grader, tried to coax her into entering the competition. Finally, after promising to buy her two tubs of cookie dough ice cream and a new stuffed snow bear, she finally agreed. She didn't win, but to this day she is thankful Sokka kept nagging about it or she would have never of gotten back to doing what she loved.
    After the talent show, Katara had walked up to her Gran-Gran and brother and said "I'm gonna do it for Mom. She would want me to keep doing what I love." Later that evening, she promised her mom she would put her all into whatever she did and if she started something she wouldn't stop until it was finished to the best of her ability. For that was what her mother always used to tell her before a dance class or a recital: "Just do your best honey. And no matter what, even if something proves to be difficult, always put your all into it." Now, at seventeen years old, Katara lived by that moral and applied it to everything in her life.

    Katara checked her watch. 9:30. 'Ooh, better get home and make breakfast before Sokka wakes up.' For the past seven years, Katara had been taking vocal lessons, hip-hop, jazz, and various Latin dance classes. However, none of her friends, aside from Toph, Suki and Aang, knew about her amazing artistic talents. She didn't like to broadcast herself. Zuko didn't even know and he was one of her best friends. Katara didn't want people to know because she hated all the attention and the fake friends. She frowned. 'Besides high school is just fake shit and a two-faced bitch. Only a handful of people are real.'
    Katara shook her head to clear her thoughts and sped up her pace a bit. On Saturdays, which was today, she did hip-hop at 11am and then voice at 12:45 which gave her just enough time to hit home and clean up.

    Katara turned down a paved walk in the park. Because she had her headphones on and was currently picking a song from her iPod, she bumped into a wall and fell to the ground. 'Wait what? There's no walls in the middle of the park walkways.' She looked up just in time to see 'the wall' pick himself up off the ground.

    "Zuko!" Katara exclaimed, still sitting on the cement path. 'I must of bumped into Zuko's chest or something. Damn it's muscular.' She examined him for a second. He wore black sweatpants and a tight underarmour shirt. His black shaggy hair clung to his face and she could see every taut and defined muscle in his torso and arms. He looked hot and sweaty, and undeniably sexy. She just wanted to run her hands all over him. 'Sweet Baby Jesus that boy has got a nice boy.' "What are you doing here?"

    Zuko chuckled. "Well, this is a park you know. You're not the only one who likes to do a bit of jogging in the morning." He said with a smirk. "Plus, I gotta keep in shape for football."

    Katara blushed and Zuko's smirk only widened. "Oh right." She was still on the ground.

    Zuko gave a small laugh. "Uh, ya want some help getting up?" He held out a hand.

    Katara's blush only deepened as she realized her current state. "Oh right." She said again. "Er, no thanks. I think I'm good." She told him as she pushed herself from the ground and brushed herself off.

    Zuko watched her hands with a burning gaze as they dusted her clothes. He watched as they slid down her torso and legs in short motions brushing off dirt and small pebbles. He watched as her hands slid behind her to clean her rear end. Oh how he envied those small, mocha colored hands.

    The eighteen year old Fire Nation teen was brought out of his thoughts when Katara spoke again. "Zuko, could you check out my ass for me? I can't really see."

    His eyes widened and his cheeks colored a bit. "Uh, what?"

    She rolled her eyes completely oblivious to the double meaning of her sentence. "Could you please check to see if there is any more dirt on my butt please? I can't see it."

    He cleared his throat and nervously ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah…um sure." They were friends, they were comfortable around each other. So it didn't matter. Right?

    She turned around for him and his breath caught in his throat. Her bottom looked great in the baggy grey sweatpants she was wearing. Zuko always knew she had a great body, oh believe him, he knew, but she looked great in those sweatpants. Her hips looked wider and her butt more plump. It was perfectly rounded and big. Not overly big where she looked fat, but bigger than most and it fit her slim form perfectly.
    Zuko felt his own sweat pants tighten a bit. He longed to run his hands over her bum. God, how would it feel against his-

    "Zuko? Hello?"

    Her melodic voice once again interrupted his mind. "Hmm?"

    She rolled her eyes. "Is there any dirt?"

    He was tempted to say yes and then offer to clean it off just so he could touch her. 'Damn hormones. Damn beautiful Water Tribe women and their perfect bodies. Damn Katara and the spell she put on me. Damn pants, why are you so freaking tight?' "Uh, no. There's…nothing there."

    Katara turned back around and he immediately fixed his pants so she wouldn't see anything. "Thanks," She said and Zuko nodded. She unzipped her hoodie to reveal a black crop top that said "My Dougie" on it. "It's so hot today!" She exclaimed while fanning herself.
    His breath caught again when he saw her curvy form and bare stomach. Her breasts were accentuated by the half-shirt and he found himself struggling to keep his gaze away. Now that her stomach was revealed, he could see that the sweatpants were low on her wide hips and his pants grew even more uncomfortable. Zuko swore she was doing this on purpose, but knew she wasn't because she seemed oblivious to his gaze roaming over her body. But he shouldn't care that she stood in some utterly sexy clothing directly in front of him right? Like before, they were friends and were usually comfortable around each other…well assumed they were. In truth, anything one did would always get the other's heart and mind racing, but of course the one didn't know it.
    "So…um I gotta get home and make breakfast for Sokka. See ya later." She smiled and gave a little wave.

    Zuko smiled and nodded. "Yeah sure. Text me." He waved and watched her walk away with an adoring gaze. He ran a hand over his face and groaned. 'Damn it. This isn't just a crush anymore. I've fallen head over heels in love.' He then turned and proceeded to finish his run.

End of chapter! Please PLEASE review cuz I wanna know if I should continue this…? Oh and tell me if ya liked the zutaraness. Thanks to all those who read!

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