The Ladder

Korra winced as she climber up each rung of the ladder. "Better than a sewer, at least", she mumbled to herself. Stepping back up to the main level, she immediately made a run for the lockers, passing several rows of jeering audience members. This was the worst. It took a hard smack on the rear as she passed for her to accept that maybe Bolin had a point.

"Oh well," she though, "too late for that now." She arrived in the locker room and took a seat on the bench, catching her breath. Korra searched the lockers up and down, but this room was not currently in use, meaning no spare clothes for her to cover up with. "Fantastic." She made her way for the back door, only for it to swing open in her face, knocking her to the ground.

Pushing herself up, Korra rubbed her head, her vision slowly coming back. As her sight became less blurry, the person who had just knocked her down came into view.

"Oh no."

The sponsor for the pro bending team, and the prettiest girl Korra had ever met, Asami Sato, was looking down at her.