Jay's POV
I was leaning against the edge of the classroom desk, casually chatting with one of the boys from Section E—just some harmless teasing, a laugh here and there, nothing serious. My cousin Aries had just walked in, waving at me from the doorway, and I was about to respond when—
Out of nowhere, I felt that familiar, all-consuming heat in my chest.
Keifer.
His eyes landed on me from across the room. Slow, sharp, almost like a predator locking onto its prey. My stomach twisted. My pulse went wild. I tried to ignore it. I really did.
"Jay."
That single word, low and commanding, made my knees weaken.
Before I could blink, he was there. Right in front of me. My words froze midair. The boy I had been talking to stepped back instantly, sensing the storm.
Keifer didn't say another word. He didn't even need to. His hand shot out, gripping my waist, pulling me impossibly close.
I opened my mouth to protest.
Nothing.
I tried to push him slightly, just to remind him that I wasn't a puppet.
I failed.
His lips crashed onto mine. Hard. Dominating. The kind of kiss that left no room for hesitation, no room for argument. My body stiffened at first—shock, panic—but then… instinct took over.
He kissed me like he could swallow me whole.
And maybe, in that moment, he did.
My knees buckled slightly, but he held me effortlessly against him. Hands on my waist, my back, grounding me while his lips devoured mine. I tried to pull back, but it was useless. He was everywhere—his presence, his warmth, his scent—and all I could do was surrender to it.
The boy I had been talking to was completely frozen, staring like he had just witnessed a scene from a drama he didn't buy a ticket for.
Aries cleared his throat loudly behind me. "Uh… Jay?"
Keifer didn't flinch. He only deepened the kiss, sliding one hand to the small of my back, pulling me impossibly closer. I felt every heartbeat, every inhale, every desperate pull of air between us.
I gasped once, weakly, trying to create space.
He didn't let me.
"Keifer!" I whispered, a mix of frustration and arousal.
His lips didn't move, but his voice was in my ear, low and teasing. "Shh… just stay with me, Jay."
My hands instinctively gripped his shoulders, trying to anchor myself while my brain screamed that this was insane, reckless, humiliating—and yet, electrifying.
When he finally pulled back slightly, just enough to breathe, his forehead rested against mine. His chest heaving, mine matching.
"You're mine," he said, voice low, dangerous, and impossibly satisfied.
I wanted to groan. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cry. All at once.
"You can't just—do that in front of everyone!" I hissed, trying to shove him playfully, though my hands betrayed me by lingering on his chest.
"Why not?" he whispered, smirking. "They see what's real, Jay. What belongs to me."
I glared. "You're insane. Absolutely insane."
He chuckled darkly, that smug grin of his curling against my lips. "And you love it."
I rolled my eyes, exasperated, my heart hammering in my chest like it wanted to escape.
Aries groaned from the side, muttering something about needing a cold shower after watching this.
I muttered under my breath, "You're such a bastard, Keifer Watson."
His lips brushed my ear. "And you love me for it."
I froze.
"I do not!" I shouted, though the heat in my chest betrayed me.
"Sure, sure," he said, leaning down again, capturing my lips in a second kiss, just as daring, just as consuming. My body shook against him.
I groaned loudly, half in protest, half because I couldn't resist him.
He pulled back slowly, smirking down at me. "That's three. Think you can survive a fourth?"
I groaned, rubbing my face. "You're unbelievable. I swear, I hate you so much… and yet…" My voice trailed off.
He tilted his head, amused. "And yet?"
"And yet, I can't stay mad at you!" I admitted, voice cracking, completely flustered.
His grin widened. "Good. Because I plan on keeping you like this… forever."
I wanted to scream. I wanted to shove him. I wanted to punch him. And… I also wanted to melt entirely.
This was Keifer Watson. My chaotic, impossible, infuriating, beautiful nightmare of a boyfriend.
And in front of everyone in Section E, he was claiming me like the world didn't exist, and I… didn't even try to stop him.
Not fully.
Because part of me… wanted him to.