...school is lame, sokka is a dramatic piece of shit
Sokka sits down next to him while still rambling.
‘I mean seriously Aang, I had all A’s in English last year but now I’m barely passing. Bumi is hands down the worst fucking teacher we’ve ever had. I can’t understand anything he’s saying like ever!’
He bites the ruby apple that he’s holding and throws his binder on the lunch table.
Aang sits down opposite to them and next to Katara.
A sigh escapes Sokka’s lips.
‘Hi Zuko’
Zuko smiles at him, a bit shyly.
‘Hey’
His hair is a bit more messy than it usually is.
‘Who do you have English with?’
‘Mrs Sela’
Sokka groans and tilts his head back.
‘This is such bullshit! How come you get the chill teacher and I get the old crazy weirdo.’
He puts his head on the table.
His hair pools around him.
It’s getting long.
Zuko thought about growing his own hair out for a while but decided against it since it was hard to manage - even while short.
‘Come on, he can’t be that bad. Doesn’t Toph have classes with him as well? I’m pretty sure she even called him cool at one point.’
Sokka turns his head around to properly look at Zuko.
He’s pouting.
‘But I’m almost failing Zuko.’
‘Well, can I somehow make you feel better?’
Sokka instantly grins and winks.
‘Sure you can sweetheart.’
Zuko’s heart stops for a moment (at least he’s pretty fucking sure it does because it really does feel like it).
He feels his face warm up so he punches Sokka’s arm, hard.
‘Ouch’
Sokka’s pouting again.
‘You’ve brought this onto yourself asshole.’
‘Touché.’
Sokka looks him up and down slowly and smiles lazily.
‘My oh dearest Zuko… how do you feel about skipping the next period to smoke behind the bleachers?’
He looks so mischievous.
Zuko snorts.
‘Behind the bleachers? Dude why not like.. in your car or I don’t know, literally anywhere else?’
‘Just wanted to sound cool, we can go to my house if you’d prefer that princess Zuko.’
Zuko rolls his eyes.
‘You are so fucking dramatic.’
‘Or maybe you’re just not dramatic enough.’
Sokka gets up and grabs his binder from the table.
‘Guys, we’re skipping. See you all later!’
Katara stops mid sentence. She grimaces.
‘Sokka… again? I’m not covering for you this time. If dad finds out it’s all on you.’
‘Yeah sure, anyways we have to go. Bye!’
He grabs Zuko’s hand.
He barely manages to get all of his stuff before he’s being dragged towards the exit.