After September 23rd

Chapter Fourteen

Mikaela's Perspective

Monday, September 14th, 2037.

Algebra Class.

8:15 AM

"Why are you coming out of that storage room with Mikaela? Victor," Elias asked.

"Mikaela and I were...augh!"

I elbowed Victor on his arm. Over my dead body am I allowing him to say something idiotic that will lead to false rumors about us...

"You're late to your first class, Ruiz, head to the bookstore for a tardy pass," I ordered.

"Ha... no special privileges? Were they switched to him?" He asked.

I glared at him. It was all I could do after all; Victor was here.

"Head to class, Ruiz,"

I took him by the sleeve and walked away from him, letting go once we had reached a good distance away from Elias.

"Yuki?" Victor called.

I took a deep breath and turned to look at him.

"What is it now, Courrier?"

"About Elias-"

"My relationship with Ruiz is none of your business!" I interrupted.

"That... I wasn't going to ask that..." said Victor, holding back a laugh, "Don't look so angry,"

I closed my fist.

"What... what were you going to ask?" I muttered.

"May I use your given name?" He asked with a smile.

"No."

I kept walking and ignored his whiny complaints. Allowing him to use my given name will bring us closer, destroy that wall I had built against him, a Courrier...

I opened the door to our first class.

"Courrier! Why are you late?!" Mr. Clark screamed, "Do you have a tardy pass?"

I sat down at my desk and watched Mr. Clark scold Victor. He looked confused and gave me a quick look before giving all his attention to Mr. Clark.

"Why is he just scolding Victor? Yuki was late too!"

"It's obvious she gets away with being tardy because she's the council president,"

"Go to the bookstore to get a tardy pass!" Mr. Clark ordered.

"Yes, sir," He grumbled.

"Mr. Clark, Victor was tardy because of me," I confessed, "I kept him in the hallway for an extended period,"

"Is that true, Mr. Courrier?" He asked, as if my word wasn't enough.

"Nope, Yuki saw me skip class and brought me here," Victor lied.

I glared at him. He winked and kept his stupid smile. Our teacher sighed and pointed at the hallway.

"You two, outside,"

We listened and stood outside the hallway.

"Is your lie your brilliant new idea to get me to like you? You are surely mistaken, Courrier," I said.

"It's not," Victor leaned down and whispered.

"It's not?" I asked, impressed.

So, he can listen.

"Of course not! It's my way of proving my loyalty to you! I won't ever rat you out!" He grinned, "Will you hire me?"

I stomped on his foot.