Jay-Jay's POV
Walking home that morning, I thought maybe — maybe — I could sneak into the house and pretend last night never happened.
Wrong. Dead wrong. 😭
Because standing by the front door was Kuya Angelo, also known as:
The Demon. The Drama. The Discipline Department. 😨🔥
He didn't even blink when he saw me wearing Kiefer's oversized hoodie. His jaw tightened. "Where have you been, Jasper Jean Mariano Fernandez (soon to be Watson 🥴💞) ?"
Oh great. Full name. That's my funeral announcement right there.
"Good… morning?" I tried weakly.
"Answer the question."
"I, uh—went out. With friends! Totally normal!"
His eyes narrowed. "And whose hoodie is that?"
"Eh… laundry exchange program? 😅"
Before he could explode, the sound of a car engine filled the driveway — smooth, quiet, expensive.
A sleek black Audi rolled up, shining like it had its own spotlight 💸✨.
The driver stepped out, fixing his collared shirt like he just came from a photoshoot.
Kiefer Watson.
I froze. Him?! Here again?!
Kuya's gaze flicked to the car, and his tone dropped. "So you came."
Came. Wait—what?
They… knew each other?
Kiefer nodded politely. "Good afternoon, Boss. Sorry for dropping by unannounced, I needed to discuss something important."
"Boss?!" I echoed, eyes wide. "Wait, he came to meet you?"
Angelo gave a single nod. "We had business."
"Business?" I repeated suspiciously. "What kind of business? Because last I checked, he's the guy I met at school — and you're acting like he's some mafia associate." 😳
Kiefer rubbed his neck awkwardly. "It's… complicated."
"No, it's really not," Kuya said flatly. "He used to work under me. Still helps from time to time."
My brain short-circuited. "You're telling me I went to a new school, accidentally met one of your 'employees,' and spent the night at his house?!"
Both of them froze.
Angelo slowly turned his deadly gaze toward Kiefer. "She what?"
Kiefer coughed. "Strictly by accident, Boss! She was drunk, it wasn't—"
I waved my hands frantically. "Kuya! Nothing happened! I swear! Don't murder him!" 😭
Kuya took a long breath, clearly holding back his inner demon. "Kiefer, step into my office."
"Yes, sir," Kiefer said immediately, shoulders tense.
As they headed inside, I whispered under my breath, "Oh my gosh… Kiefer's scared of my brother."
He leaned closer to me before entering and muttered quietly, "Everyone's scared of your brother, Jay. Even me." 😶
I frowned, still confused. Kiefer Watson. Rich-boy, lollipop guy, Section E troublemaker… used to work for Kuya Angelo?
Yeah. My life officially became a watt series. 🎬💅