Taylor and Victor

Chapter 1

Taylor

Every day is the worst day for her. At that moment, they always are. But this time, like an unpredictable tale, this was the worst fate of her life.

In her quiet classroom, where only her teacher's speech is present, Taylor finds herself zoned out. Her friend lost, and now beside her seat is an empty chair. She found herself not fitting in anymore.

"What's important about Romeo and Juliet is the story line. You shouldn't focus on understanding every word but the story..."

She couldn't concentrate when her teacher's teaching. Taylor only looks down at the page of letters, questioning every word written out.

The bell rings, and she slowly packs her books in her bag.

Taylor doesn't stand up right away. She waited in her seat, looking out her classroom door. Just as everybody leaves, the door swings open once again. She stares at the boy, who is just getting in, as he walks closer.

"Time for lunch," Sam said, his voice wavering with joy. Taylor looks up with her fatigued attitude. Soon, she stood up, saying nothing but to follow him.

The seat beside her, she looks back at the last time before walking behind the door.

The canteen is overcrowded today. Not like it's really overcrowded, but she feels like it is. There is Sam, and her, and half the seats are filled. Taylor stands in the middle of the room, with her food tray in hand, trying to spot her favorite spot near the window.

"Are you free this weekend? My mom told me to invite you over for her new pastry recipe," Sam asked after they sat down for minutes.

Her eyes shifted out to the window, her fork nibbling on the salad without picking up.

"I stopped liking sweet food."

"You love them."

Taylor looks at Sam, and looks back to the window.

Sam looked down at the table, raised both his eyebrows before sighing to his tray. "I know, being around Paige's rather better."

Taylor nodded. She picks up her fork and actually eats something. She only feels like doing so because her stomach threatens to growl. Her stomach could at least be kept away from hunger.

"There's anything else?" she asked Sam.

"I don't think anything I have will take on your interest. Come over if you think of a thing."

She considered for a second, before stopped looking around and focusing on her lunch. If anything was that interesting, she wouldn't be sitting around here. Alone. With him.

"Staying in my house is rather better."

"And staying alone in my house is better, too. But I think you should have company beside."

Sam waited through her ignorance, while she showed no interest.

"I mean," he continued. "You look rejected even though things have passed. I'm feeling sorry when you got no one around, and there is just this one thing I can do. Nothing will last forever, you know."

"Maybe I know, maybe I don't. It's my business to work on."

Sam sighed harder. He gives up on persuading her and continue eating his lunch. Taylor didn't paid much attention to him while playing with her food, putting her mind onto his words.

Not everyone's right, not always. She could think of something better than moving on and forget about everything.

In the corner of her eyes, Taylor spotted Mia sitting with her friend across the canteen. She turns her head to look, trying to find the charm in her.

Besides being pleasant looking, Taylor could guess why she attracted that many people. She puts her chin in her hand, examining what could be so different between her and Mia, beside the fact she's less easy going.

She's putting on a white tank top, with her thin coat on the outside. Her curly brown hair tied up in a ponytail. Just as she's thinking, Taylor mindlessly stroking her hair.

Maybe not because of look, Mia's open minded, after all.

Or something better. She's more active. And pretty much more opposite from her, Taylor could already see why they're bonding together. Her mind shifted to when Paige and Mia wandered around, sticking together while she's still there.

Taylor wondered how it felt to be friends with her.

Her eyes shifted to beside Mia, where another boy's sitting. She rarely saw his present, if not never. But she could tell he wasn't someone too hidden in between her school's students.

She's tapping her fork down on the tray, her eyes still glued to the boy. The more she stared, the more her urge to come ever closer to them vanished. Taylor clicked her tongue just as he looked up at her.

Her instinct told her to look away. She faced her table, her hand covering her right side face. She tried to act casual while finishing up her salad.

Taylor tried to catch a glimpse of them before going away, but they'd already vanished before she could.