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“You transferred to my school this year and I have been showing you around for the past few weeks. We get along really well and my friends think you and I are dating… and I’m not against the idea.”
Katara Sulik was new in town— a point everyone at Western Pacific University was bent on remembering. The New Girl. The Hawaiin Girl. The Super Smart Girl. At every nickname, she’d turn around and snap, “Hawaii isn’t a foreign country and I have a name, Katara.”
No one seemed to care about her reminders; the dorms were filled with whispers no matter what she said.
‘I heard her mom was murdered.’
‘I heard she’s an orphan.’
‘I heard her brother went to jail.’
Fact would have it that her mother died in a hit and run. Her father was very much alive, but very much absent— two year tours in Iraq, six months home, a trip to Europe— grief did that a person. Her brother had never been to jail, not yet, but he was arrested last year for protesting at Pearl Harbor. That’d been the reason Katara moved. She couldn’t take it anymore.
At only nineteen, she was the parent. She’d saved Sokka’s ass more times than she could count, carried the burdens of her friends for so long she’d forgotten her own needs, she’d been her mother. She was tired. She was bitter. She was being selfish.
But on they went, I heard. I heard. I heard.
Katara rolled her eyes for the thousandth time that day, dodging looks in the hall as she followed her companion to his single room.
Zuko Hiroku. She hardly knew him. He didn’t talk much. He blushed a lot, especially around her. Yet, she liked him. He’d been the only one to forget any assumptions about her and just let her be…. her. She could appreciate that.
So, his statement made her cringe a little— rumors were the last reason she’d want to jump in a relationship with anyone, considering her last boyfriend and how long that’d drug on simply because everyone else thought they were meant for each other.
“Who, exactly, are these friends of yours?” Katara tried to hide her annoyance, but she was likely failing. “And how stupid are they to just assume you’re dating ‘The New Girl’ when said girl has only been around for six weeks?”