Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Nightly Rituals ❯ Vivian + Mike ( Chapter 8 )
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Chapter Eight: Vivian + Mike:
-Vivian-
I didn't understand him. Mike's such a jerk. He sits around and
drinks all day. I bet he's a total playboy too. He probably slept
around with another woman every night. Looking at him made me
sneer. I couldn't quite understand it myself, but I found myself
drawn to him. I didn't know what took me so long to see it.
-Vivian's Summer-
It's been months since I first came to live at Wisteria House.
Hotaru acted like a mother to me while Kazue barely spoke to me. My
real problem was with Mike. He didn't seem to like me so much and I
couldn't get why. He sneered at me from the couch.
“What is it?” I asked. Mike snorted.
“You're not Stella,” he told me.
“Yes,” I said. “You keep telling me that.”
I turned around, frowning. “Why do you keep saying
that?”
He set down his beer. “You're not fun.”
“And?” I folded my arms across my chest. He put up his
hands.
“You remind me too much of her.”
“Of course,” I said. “She was my
sister.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“I don't quite like your tone.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I don't really care.” I
walked away, pissed off. Night after night, this exchange occurred.
Pretty soon, I got fed up with it.
“Look!” I snapped one night. “I don't care if you
hate me or note, but don't give me so much hell!” Mike
glanced up at me.
“Uh-huh…” he mumbled. I raised an eyebrow.
“Are you even listening to me?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said. I put my hands on my hips.
“Don't brush me off like that!”
“Look, what do you want, woman?”
“A little respect!” He snorted and rolled his eyes. My
face became so red.
“You!” I shouted. “You!” Mike rose to his
feet and walked over to my side of the room. I never knew he was so
much taller than me close up. I felt like sinking into the floor as
he stared me down. He raised an eyebrow.
“What?” he asked. My eyes darted towards the door.
“Uh…” I lost everything I was going to shout at
him. Mike's face came within inches of mine.
“Well go on,” he said. “I what?” I gritted
my teeth. What just happened? Why is he making me so nervous? I
acted angry with him, but now…
“Go on,” he said. “I'm waiting.” I clenched
my fists and bowed my head.
“It's nothing!” I shouted with a red face. I took off
running to my room. What the hell? What happened to me there? I
felt my whole body shaking. Why I never in my life…!
It got worse as the summer went on.