Jay pov
My brain was still plotting different ways to bury him, and my heart was chasing the satisfaction of hurting him. He actually accused ci n if theft? He called my friends worthless trash? I'll show him what worth means. But now? Right now ci needed me more to be there.
He was not laughing, not talking, not teasing- and it was killing me. I tried everything, even food, he just gives me a fake smile, nods and goes back to whatever void's swallowing him.
I was sitting in an empty corridor in one of those chairs which who knows how it got there, when I felt a presence interrupting my murder-mykel plans. Just kidding. Mostly.
"Ci n will come around eventually. Don't worry so much." Kiefer said.
"I AM worried about him. But right now? Right now I'm trying to control myself from getting charged for assault on mykel."
He chuckled. "Yeah. That won't look good on your records."
"To hell with my records. I'm so furious, I don't even mind having attempt to murder charges pressed on me." I said, in a teasing tone.
"Wait seriously?
"No, ofcourse not. I'm not ruining MY future for HIS mistake. I wouldn't mind ruining his future, which is exactly what I was thinking bout." I replied.
"Jay? What are you planning?" He asked, his voice slightly suspicious.
"You'll see." I smirked, stood up and left.
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[Next morning after the jayfer goes to imelda's house and jay learns that Kiefer was the one who answered the test. A/N: I'm sorry I forgot to mention the test thing 😅]
I walked -no- stormed through the corridor like I owned it. Because honestly? I kinda did. My law firm had helped the school a long time ago. So let's just say they wouldn't, or rather, couldn't suspend me even if they wanted to. People were aldready staring, filming, and whispering.
Let them choke on their phones. I don't give a damn.
(A/N: guys insert Jay's iconic power walk from the series.)
I walked right up to mykel and threw the money straight on his face. He went livid with anger.
"What the fu-k! Wait, if your giving me the money, does that mean your accepting you stole it."
"I'm accepting nothing." I said mimicking his tone in a mocking way. He clearly didn't like it. Good.
"Then what's THIS for? I'm not flirty trash who needs money unlike someone." He said, eyeing me. It was clear he was talking about me.
"THAT is because we don't need your charity to survive, nor do we have the necessity to steal from anyone. I will prove who did this. But it wasn't ci n. The money is not an acceptance, it's a debt cleared." I replied, my voice ironically calm.
He scoffed."Prove? Sure, go ahead. We'll see how you react when you find out who really did it. As of now, I'll take it you were the one who stole the money."
"Atleast no one in my section is so desperate for attention that they feel the need to act like a saint."
The silence that followed was absolutely pure gold. I turned back, my heels clicking loudly against the marble floor, echoing in the silence. I paused and turned back slowly. He was still standing there fuming, the girls he was flirting with before I walked in were still flanked to his side.
"Oh and one last thing. You called me a flirt. Look around you. You're clearly starving for attention, so stick to the regular kind. There's no need to put on a fake face." I said, then walked away as if I had not just set his dignity on fire.