After September 23rd

Chapter Four

Victor's Perspective

"Angelique?" I called.

"Hm? Is something wrong Victor?"

"Nothing in particular, I want to know why our class president didn't come to greet me. Not that I'm not happy you came in her place,"

Her face changed from neutral to complete distaste and annoyance.

"Oh, Mikaela said she wasn't interested in meeting you, she can be a real bitch sometimes, she's a pain in the ass," Angelique answered.

I was not expecting that answer... hurt my little heart a bit, just a bit. How is she class president if she can't do simple tasks like meeting new students?

I really don't feel welcome Mikaela Yuki.

"I wasn't expecting that, it's a bit funny," I chuckled, "Anyways, uh tell me more, about uh Mikaela, was it?"

"She keeps to herself and is always rude to anyone she meets," said Angelique, "Because she's the daughter of the school's highest donor our teachers give her special privileges,"

A smile escaped me. This privileged brat sounds more interesting by the second.

"She could burn down a classroom and the school would look the other way?" I blurted.

"That's the perfect way to put it," She snickered.

"So, born with a silver spoon, intolerable brat," I joked, "Is how everyone would describe Mikaela Yuki?"

"Unfortunately, you're right on point," Angelique sighed, "I suggest you avoid her completely if you don't want your first year here to be crappy,"

I can't do that, as much as I want to. I gave her a quick nod, agreeing with her.

"I will make sure of it, ah but my condolences for dealing with her,"

She chuckled and smiled. We stopped in front of classroom 3-E. I took out my card, and it matched.

"All right wait here," said Angelique.

"Okay,"

She's just how I imagined her to be, after all, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

"How is this damn school still in one piece with a Yuki in it?" I scoffed and leaned against the radiator, staring out the window into the courtyard.

I'm glad Mikaela isn't any different than what I already expected.

"Damn girl... You'll be all mine," I mumbled.

"Victor Courrier, Victor, VICTOR you may come in,"

I looked up, snapping out of my thoughts. I rushed, pulling open the door, without realizing it was a push. I slipped on the clean wooden floor. The whole class burst out laughing, I wanted to stay on the floor, fake my death, and get taken out of there by a morgue. I stood up and watched the class snicker and hold their laughs.

"Mr. Courrier, are you alright?"

"Yes, I am," I replied as I stood up.

"That's a relief please go take that empty seat,"

I nodded. I walked down to the 4th row, next to the windows, toward the last desk. The blonde girl gave me a welcoming smile, and the brunette tapped her finger on her desk, she was nervous, staring out the window or at least she faked to. I walked slower; we exchanged glances.

Be grateful and admire my presence. I smirked; her flushed face would be the highlight of my day. She turned away and scoffed annoyed, you little brat... I hurried to my seat. I hate this school already. I looked at my phone and scrolled through social media. What a boring year this will be.