Azula and you were friends....kinda? She moreso treated you like a servant or someone to be ordered around, as opposed to an actual friend. She was rude, bossy, so full of herself, and had an air of superiority so thick, it was almost tangible. She could get away with being a snobbish rich bitch, due to her father being one of the most feared men in the modern world. Azula herself was no pushover, though. She had shown you and other people numerous times that she was more than capable of defending herself. She was basically a walking embodiment of "fuck around and find out."

Currently, the two of you were sitting outside in front of your high school, Azula scrolling through her phone, while you "looked over" her math assignment. It was moreso you just doing it for her, but Azula always said menial tasks such as homework were beneath her, and she was impossible to argue with. She had been bugging you for the past twenty minutes, constantly asking when you would be done with her math sheet. After stopping that, she not so politely nudged you with her foot, giving you a bored look as she asked....actually commanded in her usual stuck up tone of voice

"Get me some water. My throat is unbelievably dry."