Taylor and Victor

Chapter 10

Taylor

Today was her favourite day of the week.

Taylor's in her French class, accompanied by Mia. She likes it when being around her, with her unawareness.

To be watching her is not so clear about her intent, it's watching her being struggled. Everytime their teacher calls on her. Mia always struggled to answer anything further.

Their literature class isn't being taught. Her teacher gave them time to read The Odyssey before he summarised the plot and made up questions. He's making his occupation seem less busy than what he was supposed to be, but she enjoys it as long as her benefit remains unchanged.

Most of her friends got a place to wander around school. Not sure where. Some of them she saw walking to the baseball court, some others she faced while walking to the library. But some of them, obviously, are being wasted.

She couldn't care less. Taylor's still on her way walking to her school's library. She intended on being there for nothing but finding herself peace.

She took out piles of books about insects in biology section. Her presentiment telling her she wouldn't get anything so soon from him. What happened never got its way to her ears, only it's over now and he owned her one. But if she found a way to turn back time, she didn't bother to ever try changing a thing.

In the further back of her school's library, there's a glass wall looking out to a blank grass field, spotted with some trees and bushes. Taylor's sitting down, her back pressed against the cold wall. She put her books down and started checking if she could find useful things. Their choice of scientific research books was trash for highschoolers. From her point of view. Most of them were too advanced to understand, if easy it was as ridiculous as children's books. The rest of them were within her understanding, but rather uninteresting. Taylor's still bitter she couldn't ever put her hand on her favourite book.

She still couldn't find anything, and her lack of enthusiasm didn't seem to do the work. Instead wished Sam would be here, so she could have one hand to help.

In lieu of Sam, Victor did. And when he does, she remembers and becomes curious. His attitude from yesterday remains unknown, and what she did should be also. Unknown about what he thinks of her. Taylor could pictured her ownself like a freak with some sort of attempt to calm him down. She was supposed to keep the chocolate for her own, and now that sweet allowance she got became meaningless.

As she watched, Victor didn't seem like he was looking for a book to read. He looked like finding a place to stay. She caught him red handed. Taylor wondered what might happen if his teacher knew. She started to wondered things making her brain float somewhere else. And honestly, he's only being himself, being suspicious.

Up until he's standing in front of her, snapping his fingers, Taylor snapped back to reality as her mind drops.

He's looking at her the same way she's looking at him. With surprises. But he's amuse rather than her judging face. Taylor doesn't know what to say, nor does she know how to respond. She only remembered being her for her own shake. So she keeps her chin high, her eyes questioning doing nothing but waiting for him.

"Thank you," he said, after a while. "And I'm sorry."

"Off you go, then."

And if he still wanted to be around, He should sit down to her level. Victor is unintentionally looking dangerous from where she's sitting.

Taylor picks up her casual pace, she's back to look for a book that fits, then close the one's on her hand and look for another.

"Won't you ask why?" Victor asked.