Taylor and Victor

Chapter 7

Taylor

Taylor didn't come inside Sam's basement today, she saw Austin's shoes laying outside Sam's house's entrance. She knew what was waiting.

Somewhere else, in the back of their yard, was bushes of flowers, vines climbing along the metal gate displaying like mechalody of nature. Creating rhythm patterns. Not too flaunty, but their curves are charming. There were wooden chairs and a little swing she couldn't be any more familiar with, but her mind's more comfortable when standing.

When she's watching, Taylor thanks Madam Laurier for taking the time to create such heaven.

On the branches, she saw lots of butterflies and bees drinking from flowers. In the yellowish powder looks moistureless. If not of the pleasant scent, she wouldn't know why honey was a thing.

Taylor stood watching, inhaling refreshed smell she thought was unrealistic. Because of it, unknowing when, that boy was right beside her when she turned around. Staring to where she was.

"What are you doing?" he said.

"I supposed to ask you so."

He doesn't add anything further. Her skin feels tickling without looking at him, her body gathered up. He didn't move a bit when she showed her unpleasantness.

She doesn't like him, overall, and she never would.

"Do you like them?" he asked, his eyes glued to the bushes.

"I don't think you would need to know."

"Is it forbidden for me to ask?"

"I don't know, but I don't want to answer."

"Why?"

"Not necessary," Taylor said, then she turned back to walk away. She tried to avoid him at her best. No one explained to her why he always lingered around when he wasn't before. Also why Sam suddenly is so enthusiastic about getting her friends.

There's this only one thing Taylor figured out when she's being around other people, her wanting of being alone wasn't present. And talking with someone else rather than the voice in her head is more preferred.

"Did you studied for our group work?" Taylor asked Mia, one day when they're walking along their school's library.

"I don't know, what is that?"

"Presentation about French's culture. Will you give it a speech?"

Mia stopped in a sudden making Taylor – who has been following around – nearly hit her with stack of books she's holding. Mia takes out a book from the shelf, scanning over the pages for once, before putting it back and taking out another.

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't," she mumbled while her eye's scanning along the books' spines.

"What?" Taylor asked. She couldn't hear much clearly.

"Someone else in my group will do it, I have other things to worry about." Mia turns to give her a smile before turning back and heading to another section.

Victor

Victor never knew zoning out is a thing. Perhaps for one to two minutes, but he saw Taylor did so all the time. Her eyes look comfortably lifeless while she's still moving or walking around. She looked like a walking dead.

Paige is no different, as much from what he remembered. If his conjecture's right, the gene runs through family and Taylor was something. But before all of it, she was indeed a weirdo. An arrogant weirdo. Although Victor didn't know if that would be a bad or a good thing, cause he never heard any great stories about ordinary people.

Victor saw her at the library today, walking along with Mia. He isn't stalking her, certainly just happened to be here. By the way checking her up.

Taylor looked happy, happier than around him. Victor saw her eyes light up. He didn't notice anything too detailed about her, but he thought she looked better today.