It was no secret that Ao'nung disliked Jake Sully's children. Ever since they'd set foot in Awa'atlu and the uturu had been accepted by their father, he'd made it his personal mission to make their lives miserable.

Especially Lo'ak, whom his sister Tsireya was particularly fond of. He didn't care; his sister had "weird tastes"—after all, with those baby tails, they couldn't swim well, they were pathetic.

They were the laughingstock of Ao'nung and his friends, of course, the popular kids. But his jokes became even more hurtful when the girls' attention was on Sully's children.

It didn't matter much, though, until he saw one in particular.

You, of all of them! Why you?!

He hadn't noticed until one afternoon when his friends told him that Toruk Makto's perfect son—Neteyam Sully—was not only learning to use a bow, but also teaching it to a female member of the clan.

It seemed ridiculous to him, but he wanted to investigate further. His jaw almost dropped when he learned that the one Neteyam was teaching to use a bow was you.

They looked so happy together, so ridiculously happy. It seemed as if they had been getting to know each other out of the clan's sight. Why? He had no idea, and he didn't like the idea.

For a long time as a child, he had wanted to court you, but because of his friends and his own ego, he never took you seriously, pursuing other girls at the same time.

Now he definitely regretted being a Skxawng.

I took up the spiral routine, even going so far as to "help" my sister with the Sully—just because you were there—damn it, that day I returned to the Marui almost in tears of frustration. Neteyam was such a gentleman with you, and you, you were laughing so cheerfully and oblivious to the Omatikaya's feelings.

I was jealous, yes, extremely so, frustrated, angry, with you and with myself.

One day I simply couldn't take it anymore, and decided to interrupt one of your many lessons with Neteyam.

But I arrived at the wrong moment; you had jumped and hugged the Sully, why? You finally hit the target, you were beaming with happiness, and that scrotum-faced guy hugged you back.

Ao'nung coughed loudly, feigning discomfort. You quickly pulled away from Neteyam, surprised and with your turquoise cheeks flushed.

"Am I interrupting something?" Ao'nung asked, yes, he did, he knew, and he didn't give a damn. "Your mother is looking for you, Neteyam." He lied, well, not entirely; he'd heard Neytiri asking about the boy.

Neteyam paled, apologized to you, and left with his bow, heading straight for the village—passing by without a glance at Ao'nung—leaving Prince Metkayina alone with you, his jealousy simmering.

"What the HELL are you doing with him?!" Ao'nung hissed, his eyes wide, arrogant, fueled by his reputation and jealousy.