Taylor and Victor

Chapter 5

Taylor

Something is holding her back.

Taylor thought, as she watched out of the window. About the butterfly earlier, she could not resist. The creature got her thinking, if one month is enough. One month for all of her sorrows to cease from existence. In these particular time, her mind spinning around in a loop of ricocheting vague feelings from all around. From terror to delightful.

But about the butterfly, she loves them all.

Taylor pressed her ear to the table, her eyes staring into nothingness. Sounds of footsteppings to the floor is making her mind relaxed. From the blackboard is her teacher's drafts and explanations she never finds any more interest in. Her mind's playing around, while she manages to keep up with what was written on the board.

She's waiting for the bell to ring, even though she hasn't finished all of her classes yet.

Lunch time was supposed for her own, with sounds of students and staffs ought not to disturb her. On this particular day, when she's standing alongside Sam, he pulls her to where everyone else in his friend group's sitting.

"Where are you going?" she asked while holding Sam back with his arm.

"Over there." He pointed to the table. "I figured out that companionship is what you're lacking. Therefore they'll make some help."

Sam used the same hand she's holding him back to drag her over. Taylor has a hard time balancing her tray and stopping him at the same time. Before Sam gathered all of their attention without her wanting.

She awkwardly walked closer, examining everyone. There's another blond, she'd saw him more usual around Sam, and he probably remembered her. Justin waved, and she greeted back. Beside him sat a boy, then Mia.

Taylor couldn't quite remember his name, she forgot it immediately after she went home. But she wouldn't be mistaken. She could imagine his eyes like starlight she stared into every night, dazzling and growing. Like some fairy dust he got when angels sent him down from high above. He wasn't tempting, but his eyes were as though luring her in.

But she wouldn't be liking him, seeing how he brutally cut her off last time they met.

Or she did, Taylor wasn't quite remembered. She still doesn't like him either way.

All of them were smiling at her, except for him and Taylor herself. She sat down beside Sam, making her present but not too comfortable.

No one was looking, not at her. She didn't look at anyone on her table but rather scanned around the room to imagine no one was looking. Taylor feels the sensation on her skin surface, tickling when there's always someone to stare at her.

"Taylor, am I right?" Mia asked, doubtfully. Forcing her to add into the conversation.

She managed a smile to the table. "Yeah."

"Can I call you Tie? I heard Sam call you so."

Taylor put on another. "Course, you can."

"The name's Mia." She offered her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Me too," Taylor simply said without reaching out. Mia hasn't known anything, even when her appearance is always around. Her hand's still nibbling her fork, making Mia take her hand back.

"Is your mother from Asia?"

"How'd you know?" she said, but feeling stupid when looking down at her hand.