(This chapter picks up from when Keifer returns, Jay-Jay forgives Section E, and Jare understands why Keifer revealed the plan—so now he's Team Jayfer.)
JAY-JAY POV
It's Monday.
Which means school.
Which means pretending I care about math while my emotional life is on fire.
I forgave Section E. They cried. They groveled. Someone baked cookies shaped like broken hearts. I accepted it.
But I still didn't want to go.
Because walking into that building means knowing he won't be there.
Keifer.
That emotionally constipated, revenge-obsessed, heartbreak-delivering gago.
The boy who shattered me with silence and a smirk.
And yet—
My heart?
Still beats for him like it's auditioning for a tragic romance film.
Why, Keifer?
Why does it still hurt?
Why do I still scan every hallway like a lovesick raccoon searching for scraps?
I knew you were playing me.
I knew it.
But I let myself believe.
And now I'm stuck holding emotional confetti from a party that never happened.
So I did what any emotionally unstable girl in pajamas would do.
I marched to Kuya Jare's room to ask if I could skip school and cry dramatically into a pillow.
But then—
I saw Luna.
Sitting on his bed.
Talking to him like they were normal humans and not two suspicious creatures plotting emotional crimes.
They were laughing.
Casual.
Too casual.
And then—
BOOM.
Kuya Jare launched his lips at her like a missile.
No warning.
No countdown.
Just full-blown lip collision.
And Luna?
SHE KISSED HIM BACK.
Like it was a rom-com and I wasn't standing there like a stunned background character.
I froze.
Because I knew it.
The way they dodged questions.
The way Luna changed the subject every time Jare's name came up.
The way Jare suddenly cared about his hair like he was auditioning for a shampoo commercial.
"I knew it!" I yelled, bursting into the room like a scandalized telenovela aunt.
They jumped apart like guilty teenagers caught by a CCTV camera.
Kuya Jare stared at me like I'd just committed a federal crime.
Luna looked like she wanted to evaporate.
I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking like the drama queen I am.
"So..." I said sweetly. "Were you guys enjoying yourselves, or should I close the door and start prepping for a niece or nephew in nine months?"
"Get out, Jay!" Kuya Jare snapped, face redder than Percy's chili oil.
I gasped. "So I should be expecting a niece or nephew?"
"JayJay," Luna groaned, burying her face in her hands.
"Oh don't 'JayJay' me," I said. "You two have been sneak-kissing behind my emotionally exhausted back and now you want privacy?"
Kuya Jare looked like he was debating whether to throw a pillow or a shoe.
I grinned.
Because chaos?
Is my love language.
"So you're together?" I pointed at them like I was hosting a reality show reveal.
Luna blinked. "I'm sorry, Jay."
I stared.
Sorry?
What was I supposed to do with that?
"Why are you sorry, Luna?" I asked, arms crossed, eyebrow raised.
She fidgeted. "I mean... I've been your best friend for almost your entire life and now I'm dating your twin brother."
I gasped dramatically. "Oh my dear sweet emotionally confused Luna. Do you think I'd want a canvas as my sister-in-law?"
She blinked again. "A canvas?"
"I'd rather have a sister-in-law who knows me," I said, flipping my hair like I was in a shampoo commercial. "Someone who's survived my chaos and still chooses me."
Luna looked genuinely confused. "Jare... who's her sister-in-law?"
Seriously?
She's such a dummy.
Kuya Jare shrugged, clearly enjoying the show. "Beats me."
I rolled my eyes. "Who else, Luna? You're going to be my future sister-in-law."
And then—
She blushed.
Hard.
Like tomato-level blushing.
Like I couldn't tell the difference between her face and the marinara sauce Percy spilled on the couch last week.
I smirked.
Because chaos?
Is my comfort zone.
"Get out!" Luna shrieked, voice high enough to summon spirits.
Perfect timing — Kuya Percy popped his head in like a nosy sitcom neighbor.
"What's happening here," he asked, eyes scanning the room, "and why does Luna look like a tomato that just got caught cheating on a salad?"
I grinned. "Oh, nothing big. Just Kuya Jare and Luna dating and kissing like they're in a teen drama reboot."
Percy blinked once.
Then smirked. "I knew it."
Of course he did.
He knows everything and tells no one. Classic Percy.
I turned to him, arms crossed. "So... are you going to talk to Honey or not?"
He froze.
"Jay—"
"Nope. Don't 'Jay' me. You've been dodging her like she's a pop quiz and you're allergic to commitment."
"I will," he muttered. "Just... give me time."
Then he left.
But I saw it.
His ears.
Bright red.
Like Luna's face had competition.
I smirked.
Because in this house?
Secrets don't stay secret.
They blush.
Loudly.
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In this story Percy like Honey and he is trying to get her attention and Honey likes him but likes the attention he gives her so she is acting like she hates him.