My Koala

Not What It Seems

BACKSTORY CHAPTER
#01

I've always portrayed myself as some sort of obsessed weirdo over Kara for being "perfect"

And well, that's true. I'll admit.

But, she wasn't always the way she was.

I still remember when we were still freshmen.

She was fake.

She smiled at people she didn't want to smile at,

She hung out with people she didn't like,

She tried to be the center of attention all the time, because she said it's what made her "happy."

Back then, I avoided her. I was tired of being around fake people.

I hated everyone that tried to interact with me because I thought they wanted to take advantage of me.

When Kara noticed I was the only one who didn't like her, she confronted me.

APRIL 18, 2011
10:30 AM

I was walking through the corridors, looking for a secluded area to light up another cigar, when Kara suddenly cornered me.

"We need to talk." She crossed her arms as she looked at me with an unreadable expression.

I looked at her confused.

"What do you want." I leaned on the wall, raising an eyebrow.

"Why are you avoiding me?" She stared at me, as if she was trying to read my mind.

I scoffed, looking at her with a mocking expression

"And tell me, why should I talk to you?"

"I haven't done anything wrong to you, I only wanted to talk with you, and you avoid me!" She complained.

"And I should feel obligated to like you...?" I looked at her, with a smirk.

"... I just think it's rude that you won't even attempt to-"

"Kaora, Koara, whatever, I don't care. I just don't like you. I don't like your personality, and your looks and achievements mean nothing to me." I interrupted her, while also looking a different direction.

She was stunned, she couldn't say anything.

A moment of silence past before she spoke up again.

"... Then what can I do for you to like me?"

I burst out laughing.

"BAHAHAHHA!!! Ohhh... You don't get it, do you?" I looked at her, wiping a tear from my face.

She looked at me confused, as if she couldn't understand what I was trying to say.

"Some people just won't like you, so why waste your time being fake?" I spat out to her.

She looked down to the ground, I walked away from there.

Being around her was so suffocating,

I expected her to ignore what I said and to continue being fake to everyone around her...

But I was in for a surprise.

APRIL 19
5:00 PM

For some reason, everyone was staring at me as I walked through the corridors.

I felt uneasy.

Did... Did Koara turn everyone against me?

Not like I really care, honestly.

But it's still kind off... Weird.

Then, Kara grabbed by wrist.

"Hanzo." She looked at me with sparkles in her eyes.

I looked at her confused.

"What do you want this time?" I sighed.

"Come with me." She dragged me all the way outside.

I didn't know how to react, I just let her to be honest.

She sat down on the bench, and I sat next to her.

"... Hanzo... I... I thought about what you said and... I want to start over." She looked at me.

I raised an eyebrow, now THIS was interesting...

"... I cut off everyone, and I told them I only wanted to be friends with the only person who was honest with me."

I wanted to tell her off, but something about what she said seemed sincere.

"... I want to become friends with you, alright?" She represented.

I stared at her with an amused expression.

"Well, Koara, how do you know if you'll regret this decision? Like... What if I betray you?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I know you won't, I just feel it." She responded without hesitation.

Hm...

This is new.

The Koara before was always careful with her answers...

But the one in front of me blindly trusted her gut.

Well, I definitely liked it.

"... Well, Koara, I guess... I guess it won't hurt if we get to know each other..."

She jumped, suddenly hugging me, before pulling away immediately.

"I'm sorry!!!" She bowed slightly.

I laughed, before extending a hand.

This, this was so new, so human...

This is what I wanted to see in a person.

A real personality...

"Here... I'll walk you home."

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After that interaction, she got to know about my addiction with drinking and smoking.

She told me I needed to get rid of it.

Though it was hard...

She helped me along the way.

The more she tried to look out for me...

The more I fell in love with her.

Yes, she was caring about me more than I ever been cared about.

But... Something about it felt genuine.

She wasn't doing it so I'd like her, like before...

She was going it because she wanted to.

She was always on my mind, her words of inspiration keep me going...

She made me realize that... I was cared about.

And that was enough for me.

I'm glad I spoke my mind that day...

Who would I be without her?

Heh,

I'm not even myself anymore.

END OF BACKSTORY CHAPTER #01