Jay-Jay's POV
The next morning came way too fast. 😫
I barely slept after that whole "Kiefer-calls-my-brother-Boss" madness. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could picture was Kiefer looking pale while Kuya Angelo stared him down like a mafia leader.
I groaned into my pillow. "Why is my life a soap opera?"
By the time I reached school, everyone was already whispering.
And I mean everyone. 😳
"Oh my gosh, is that the new girl?"
"Didn't she stay at Kiefer Watson's house?"
"Wasn't he with her this morning too?!"
Excuse me?! Rumors travel faster than Wi-Fi in this school! 💀
I kept my head high and walked into class, pretending not to notice the stares. But of course, fate hated me — Kiefer was already there, sitting in his seat like nothing had happened.
Our eyes met.
He smiled. A small, knowing, annoyingly confident smile.
"Morning, Jay," he said casually, voice smooth.
"Oh, so now we're doing friendly greetings?" I shot back, sliding into my chair a little too fast. "I thought I was just your brother's sister-slash-disaster."
He chuckled lowly. "You're definitely that. But you survived him. Not bad."
"Yeah, well, you looked more scared than I did," I whispered.
He leaned closer. "Can you blame me? Your brother interrogates people like it's part of his job."
"Because it is," I muttered.
Yuri plopped down nearby, staring between us with a smirk. "So… you two gonna tell us what happened, or should I keep believing the internet version?"
"What version?!" I demanded.
He grinned. "That you stayed over and wore his hoodie. Classic couple move."
Kiefer coughed. "Ignore him."
"Too late," I said through gritted teeth. My cheeks were practically on fire 🔥.
"Relax," Yuri teased. "Section E's already calling you Miss Watson. Might as well own it."
"WHAT?!" 😱
Kiefer just sat there, biting back a laugh.
"I swear if one more person says that—"
"Then what?" he said, still smiling, that lollipop between his fingers.
"I'll tell them you cried when Angelo scolded you," I shot back.
That shut him up real quick. 😏
The bell rang, and as I pulled out my notebook, I caught him staring again — less smug this time, more thoughtful.
Kiefer Watson: rich boy, rule-breaker, secretly terrified of my brother.
And maybe… starting to look at me differently.
Oh boy. This year was so not gonna be peaceful. 😳💅