After September 23rd

Chapter Eight

Victor's Perspective

Thursday, August 20th, 2037.

Morning Break.

7:15 AM

"It's official, group projects start today," said Sofi, "Do you have a partner already?"

"Ugh... don't remind me. Everyone is paired up except me,"

"How many students are in your class?" Sofi asked.

"Hm... there's Angelique, Karina, Mikaela...Charlotte... who else..." I mumbled.

"Are those your friends,"

"Just Charlotte," I shrugged.

"Ask anyone, before class even begins," Sofi advised, "My class is this way, bye Hya,"

"Take care Sofi,"

I walked over to my classroom. I stopped in front of the door, gripping the handles of the paper bag. I peeked through the window. Perfect! Mikaela was there, but Karina wasn't. Oh well! This is for Yuki anyway. I went inside and walked over to her.

"Morning Yuki," I smiled and placed the bag on top of her desk.

"Good...morning..." She said as she stared at the white bag, "What is this?"

"A gift,"

Mikaela placed the bag on her lap and removed the purple tissue paper. Gasping, she stuffed the tissue paper back inside. She stood up with the bag and grabbed my sleeve.

"Oh okay... we're doing this now?"

Mikaela rushed us outside. I almost hit myself with the pillar because she was too focused on escaping our nice morning break. She led me to the closest staircase.

"Why are you giving me this!" Mikaela asked.

"You like her music, don't you?"

"Why!"

"I don't know... that's your taste in music," I shrugged, "A little cutesy but I don't judge,"

"Why are you giving me this cardigan!" Mikaela asked.

"Oh! Because you like Tara Stokes,"

"That does not mean you have to go out of your way to get me one of her cardigans!"

"Look, my friend had the cardigan stuffed away in her closet, she doesn't care about Tara Stokes, so I thought I'd find it a forever home," I explained, "It's not a big deal,"

"It is not a puppy or a kitten," Mikaela replied confused, tilting her head to the left.

"But objects can be of sentimental value, can't they? And they're better off with someone who truly appreciates them," I shrugged.

"Take it back," Mikaela pushed the bag onto my chest.

"You don't like it?" I asked.

"I do," She said, "But I'm not interested in helping you in return for the cardigan,"

"It's a gift," I glared, "Not an exchange,"

"Why?"

"Because I don't care about taking advantage of you," I frowned, "I just want to find this cardigan a nice cozy home where it's not shoved inside a closet or under a bed,"

Mikaela giggled and took the bag.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," She shook her head with a smile, "Thank you, Courrier,"