After September 23rd

Chapter Eleven

Victor's Perspective

Monday, September 7th, 2037.

Algebra Class.

8:08 AM

Yesterday's memories kept coming flushing back like a wave. I dug my grave deeper than it already was. I shouldn't have told Yuki that I hated her. I should have swallowed my pride and given her what she wanted to hear... I tapped my pencil against the desk. Mr. Clark's morning announcements were taking longer than usual, and every ticking of the clock frustrated me. With everything that happened last week, I feel awkward even being here.

"That's all. Get with your partners," He said.

I quickly gathered my stuff and rushed over to take my seat, I almost bumped into Karina. I smiled and waved. She glared and discreetly pushed me; I took my seat next to her sister.

"Morning, Yuki."

"Good morning, Courrier, pass me your worksheet so I can mark down the easy problems for you," Mikaela spoke.

I slid over my worksheet.

"Thank you,"

After a minute, she returned my worksheet. We worked in silence for almost the entirety of the class until Mikaela broke the silence.

"You've been awfully quiet this morning," She said.

"I'm doing what I was told," I replied, adding the problem on my calculator, "Not bother you anymore,"

I wrote down the answer and dropped the calculator.

"Missed me already?" I asked.

"Hm, not possible," Mikaela chuckled softly, as if the whole question was ridiculous and funny," I just never thought you were capable of listening,"

"Well, I am," I pointed my pencil at her, "Besides, I'm atoning for my crimes against you, Yuki. I want to redeem myself; I want your forgiveness,"

"Hm, I never thought you could be funny, Courrier,"

"I'm being honest, I am working on becoming a better person," I smiled. I tapped her shoulder with my pencil. Mikaela turned to look at me, her expression slightly annoyed. I placed my hand on my chest and kept my smile, "Yuki, I am truly sorry for every little thing I did to you,"

"Charming..."

"So? Do you believe me now?" I asked and blinked twice.

"I suppose accountability is the first step to redemption," She sighed.

"Mm! I'm so glad you believe and forgive me!" I smiled brightly.

"I believe that you're a narcissistic sociopath, much more dangerous since you're an attractive boy," said Mikaela as she stood up, "Not that I believe one more of your obvious lies,"

The bell rang shortly after.

"What... ugh!"

Mikaela pushed my chair forward. I got squished against the desk and the chair. She took my worksheet and gave it to Mr. Clark.

"Oops, I'm sorry, Courrier. I didn't see you there," She whispered and left our classroom.

"Fuck you..." I groaned. I pushed my chair back, took a deep breath, exhaled, and stood up.

I walked to our English class. Mr. Toner was at the door handing out papers and giving instructions. I dropped my backpack on top of my desk, next to her.

"That was a bitch move, Yuki," I grumbled and glared at her. I took my seat and groaned; both my back and chest hurt, "A simple I don't believe you would have been enough,"