Taylor and Victor

Chapter 11

Taylor

She has never gone out with someone beside her family. Alone. Madam and Sir Laurier is an exception no one can compare. But a group of friends is something she doesn't have to ever start with.

At school, she only worries so much at lunch time when have to sit with other people. But if alone, other kids wouldn't even notice her. And deep down, she enjoyed it as much as she could. The thing is, today she doesn't have any excuse for not being prepared. No one would sleep until noon. Not someone she knows. And Taylor would know better than to put her hair up in a bunch with her unstable clip.

When she walked through her desk, her mind flashed to when Victor lost his book. His tragedy is nothing related to her, neither affected. So she thought to just ignore.

But today's a nice day, and she's feeling like giving away.

Taylor packed her handbag once again, to remove unessential things and put inside the things that does, checking herself twice in the mirror before walking down.

Downstairs, she saw Mia talking with her mother. In between their front door. Though what they looked like together is opposite from what she had imagined.

Mia waved at her, and Minh stopped going back inside the house.

"Stay safe," her mother said.

"Have a great day. Bye, mom."

Minh doesn't say anything else. She takes it as a sign to just walk away.

"You're lucky, I wish my mother could be as funny as her," Mia said when they were walking outside.

"My mother and funny never stand in the same sentence," Taylor said. "You misjudged her."

"Yes, she is. Wouldn't you know?"

"I don't know. What did you guys talk about?"

"Nothing much. She asked me how I'm doing. Other things too. And she loved my hair, my mother didn't since I dyed it cinamon. You should become more grateful than you are."

"I doubt I'll ever be."

Taylor doesn't consider her mother's funny. Never ever. Back then, a long time ago, she still couldn't understand her humor. Minh's rather a tedious Asian mother, with her interesting choice of prejudices to use on her.

She shouldn't care about that much, she should focus on enjoying her day off from home.

Someone else didn't. Sam looked moody when she got into Victor's car. She thought he'd be happy seeing his friend around, and Victor gave up his precious weekend to go somewhere he doesn't fit. But he doesn't look so.

"Why does Sam isn't looked like Sam?" she asked Mia. Her eyes scanning him up and down.

"Vic wouldn't let him go any longer than three hours. And now he isn't justified because Vic dropped down to two."

"Did he said so?"

"Not exact, but kinda."

"Being in a bookstore is like a maze of book. It'll takes forever," Sam complained. He had been upset since. "Vic's just impatient."

"I think two is enough," said Taylor.

"No, you gotta do something with this, thing." Sam jerked his chin to the driver's side.

"You do realize I'm holding your life, right," Victor said. "All of yours."

"Whatever." Sam leaned back to his seat and groaned. "I shouldn't have asked you."