Chapter – Back at Section E: Chaos, Teasing, and Trouble
The second Jay stepped into the classroom, she felt it.
The stares. The whispers. The smug smirks.
Section E was a jungle, and she had just walked into it after spending an entire weekend practically glued to Keifer Watson—the hottest, richest, cockiest bastard alive.
"WELL. WELL. WELL."
David was the first to pounce, standing on top of a desk dramatically. "If it isn't Mrs. Mansion herself. Did the billionaire treat you well, Your Highness?"
The class howled with laughter. Felix slapped the table, choking on his drink. Erin made a show of wiping invisible lipstick from her neck.
Jay's face heated. "Shut up, David, or I'll bury you alive."
"Promises, promises," David grinned, winking.
Keifer, of course, chose that exact moment to stroll in—hair slightly messy, shirt unbuttoned just a little too low, and that trademark Watson smirk plastered on his face. He looked like sin incarnate walking into an academic building.
"Morning," he said casually, sliding into his chair right beside Jay. "Sleep well, Mrs. Watson?"
The room exploded.
Mayo banged his chair against the wall. "MRS. WATSON?! EXCUSE ME???"
Ci-n screamed. Rakki nearly fell off his seat. Even quiet Eman muttered, "Damn, he's bold."
Jay wanted the ground to swallow her. "Keifer, I swear to God—"
But Keifer leaned in, lips brushing her ear so only she could hear, voice dripping like velvet sin.
"Should I remind them how well you slept? Or how loud?"
Jay's hand flew to smack his arm. "You—!"
The class caught it instantly.
"Ohhhh my GOD, she's BLUSHING."
"Mica, look! She's RED!"
"Section E history being made right here!"
Densel, grinning ear to ear, raised his phone like a mic. "So, Jay, on a scale of 1 to 10, how's Keifer's… performance?"
"DENSEL!" Jay screeched. The class burst out laughing.
Keifer just leaned back, hands behind his head, smug as hell. "Eleven. Obviously."
The chaos reached ungodly levels. Erin collapsed against Kit, Mayo started chanting "Mrs. Watson! Mrs. Watson!", and David fanned himself like he was watching a k-drama live.
Jay buried her face in her hands. "I hate you all."
But then Keifer leaned down again, voice low and dangerous, sending chills down her spine.
"Don't worry, Mutya. Tonight, I'll remind you why it's an eleven."
Her breath hitched. And judging by the wicked grin tugging at his lips—he knew.
And of course, Section E noticed her reaction.
"OH MY GOD, SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE'S ABOUT TO MELT."
"WATSON IS TOO POWERFUL."
"THEIR KIDS ARE GONNA BE GORGEOUS."
The bell finally rang, but not before Keifer stole her pen, wrote Mrs. Watson ♡ across her notebook, and slid it back to her with the smuggest smile in existence.
Jay glared. "You're dead after class."
He smirked. "Only if you promise to kill me slow."
The class collectively lost their minds.