Taylor and Victor

Chapter 9

Taylor

Vitor seems to realize Sam's basement is for her when she hasn't seen him coming over for a while, which indeed is a good thing. Taylor came back inside her favorite spot, continuing where she had left in her book. She could be comfortably sitting in the middle of the room, turning and stretching to whatever direction she wanted to, without worrying someone's staring. She's as relaxed as she could, and all went back to when before.

Only if she thinks about it, he also figured out and decided to come late.

Victor's walking down from upstairs just when she's thinking about, his steps go lightly, making his appearance unnoticed until he walks in front of. She thought he's Sam at first, but a rush of disappointment passed through her when she saw him.

She saw them, those blue eyes piercing through. Taylor looked back down to her book, wanting to show him his unnecessary appearance shouldn't be affecting anyone. In the corner of her eyes, even though she wished not to, he's still standing.

When he doesn't move, Taylor wondered if he can read her mind. Because she know he's definitely conscious. Her gut grew uneasy, and she eventually gave up.

"What are you staring at?" Taylor asked, with irritation.

"Nothing," he said.

She knows he's a liar, it was as clear as the sky how people would looked like if they went blank. She also knows where he's looking at. She stopped resting on her back, with her legs supporting her book but now sat straight up and folded her legs, looking as if to intimidated him.

"Why did you read it? There's nothing funny." Victor gestures to the book she's holding.

"I thought you'd know."

He raised his eyebrows in response.

"I know you've been watching me at school," she continued. "Stop it."

She thought she did something to help herself, and to inquire about his unusual attitude. But he remains unchanged, she couldn't spot if his face ever expressed anything. She thought of him as someone who would lack the feeling to understand her feelings each time he does something. Or a narcissist who would do as he pleased even when she wasn't.

"What if I didn't want to?"

"Why?"

He stopped for a moment, before answering her. "You're weird."

"How come?"

Taylor takes a minute to think about herself. Her fingers are playing with her edge of the book as she wonders. She thought about her hair, and about the way she dressed. Her head mindlessly woke up every moment of embarrassment inside.

"You're too dreamy."

Taylor understands what he meant, she also understands why she does so. She visibly gathers herself together, staring down at her book. Moments like this, even if not, she hoped Sam would come down soon, so she doesn't need to deal with Victor all on her own.

"I like it," he added. Taylor's hearing his footsteps walking to a chair nearby. An armchair, one in front of her, a little to the left.

She looked at him seeing his eyes glued at hers. Her mouth parts, but she doesn't know what to say. He made her get taken back by his sudden act of kindness.

"Thanks," she said, doubtfully. "I don't think you would."

"Is that why you like butterflies that much?"