Taylor and Victor

Chapter 4

Victor

Victor's looking around in the canteen, hoping to find the girl again. Over the crow, he couldn't find her so easily. She usually goes with Sam, at a table near the window. But they weren't there yet, and Victor isn't so patient.

Paige and the girl – as he concerned so far – will flip his life upside down if they're one person. And even if they aren't, she still plays a crucial role related to what he had involved – which isn't so nice.

"And she won't give me my headset back. She said it's too comfortable," Mia complained beside him.

Victor nod acknowledges her, before letting his hope fall down when all he can see is unfamiliar faces.

Perhaps he's wrong, and they're somewhat alike. Their feature, ratio, what's easily mistaken. And he's illusional.

"Hey, Vic."

Victor looks up to whoever called him. Standing beside Sam, it was her who's staring at him. He didn't hesitate to do the same thing. Victor takes a clear look at her, studying her face. They were exactly alike. But he didn't think one can grow hair that fast.

Sam and Mia found their gaze unusual. Sam taps his finger down the table, while Mia leaning closer to his side to stare up at her eyes, imitating him to find what Victor's looking at.

"Vic," Sam said, louder this time. He tears away from her and focuses on his friend.

"Justin told you to come early for your presentation. He's editing in our classroom, be quick."

"I know," Victor quickly answered.

He then looks back at the girl. She's familiar, very, as much as he can tell. Victor keeps looking at her, and she keeps looking at him. Even when her face scrunched up a bit.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Sam didn't let her start, but helped her finish.

"Tie, her name's-"

"Taylor," she cuts Sam off.

Taylor, he repeated constantly in his mind, in case he forget.

"Yours?" she continued. Her voice remains the same.

"Victor."

"You want to know her?" Mia asked from behind. Then she leans in closer, whispered into his ears while her eyes still looking up. "She's in my French class, if you need anything."

"I don't need anything," Victor said out loud, making her sit back in her seat.

He didn't know if Mia's awkward or happy, but he saw her mouth curled up.

"Not nice to meet, but since we're here, I wanted to ask you something." He's emphasizing. "Taylor."

"Too bad then, I'm busy," she said.

"Busy what?"

"You don't need to know."

Taylor linked her arm with Sam's and dragged him away. Didn't say goodbye, didn't excuse themselves. Only Sam waved back.

"She's crazy." Mia looks over at him, looking for his agreement. "Doesn't she?"

"I know." Victor isn't quite focused at the time. But he still doesn't think she's a good topic to be worried about. He'd rather be concerned about his next class's presentation.

Victor watched as they walked back to their seats. This time, Taylor looks back at him, and they change tables to one's far away.

She sat in the corner, where she could hide away from his gaze.