A/N- Some dialogues ideas are from Prince_Suthar_7867
JAY-JAY POV
I'm finally home.
My whole body was screaming for a break. I didn't even care about my shoes or my bag; I just threw myself onto the bed and stayed there.
"My life..." I groaned, hugging my pillow like it was my only friend left in this world.
Seriously, why is being me so exhausting? I felt like I had been through a war, and all I wanted to do was disappear into my mattress forever.
Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzz.
I didn't even need to look. I already knew.
I reached for my phone with a heavy sigh, not even bothering to sit up.
"What do you want this time?" I snapped as soon as I pressed the phone to my ear. I didn't even try to hide the fact that I was one second away from hanging up.
"Jay, are you serious right now? Your hand is literally broken and you're still scrolling through your phone?!" his voice boomed from the other end, sounding like he was about to have a heart attack on my behalf.
I rolled my eyes so hard it actually hurt. "Relax. It's just a phone, not a nuclear bomb," I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Stop being so dramatic."
"Jay" Ci-n said from the other end
"What?"
"Jay! You have an Insta and a TikTok account!" he shouted, his voice reaching a pitch that definitely shouldn't be humanly possible.
I rolled my eyes again. Was this really the 'emergency' of the day? "Yes, Ci-N. I do. Welcome to the 21st century. Even the stray cats outside probably have accounts."
"Jay, you have over 40 million followers on both!"
My eyes snapped open. I stared at the wall, feeling my brain short-circuit for a second.
"What?"
"You have forty mill—"
"Yeah, I heard you," I cut him off, finally sitting up because my heart was starting to pound. "But when I checked this morning, it was only thirty million."
Ten million?
Ten million people followed me while I was busy dealing with the idiots at school?
What the hell is wrong with the internet? Seriously, people have way too much free time. I just wanted a nap, and now I have ten million more problems to think about.
My stomach chose that exact moment to let out a loud, pathetic roar.
Talk about perfect timing.
"Bye, Ci-n," I said, not even waiting for him to protest before I tapped the end button.
I stared at the black screen of my phone for a second, feeling the silence of the room finally settle back in.
I really think I made a mistake giving that kid my number.
I went downstairs, but my head was still spinning. Forty million? How is that even possible? It felt like my brain was about to explode just thinking about it. It made no sense at all.
I started eating, shoveled food into my mouth like a person who hadn't eaten in years. But then, it finally hit me.
Everything clicked in an instant.
"WAIT!" I yelled.
"Jay what the fuck?" Aries snapped.
He was sitting right next to me, looking like I just gave him a heart attack.
He gripped his spoon so hard I thought it would snap.
I turned to him, eyes wide like I'd just discovered fire.
Wait... what was I thinking again?
I blinked and went back to my food, shoving a spoonful into my mouth while pretending nothing had happened. He was still glaring at me, but I didn't care.
Then the thought suddenly slapped me across the face. Hard.
Right. That.
I stopped chewing.
"Aries," I said.
He didn't even look up from his plate. "What now?"
I leaned closer, my voice dropping because this was way more important than followers or social media.
"Do you know why Percy hates Yuri so much?"
He let out a deep, heavy sigh.
"And I'm furious with both of them," he muttered.
I just stared at him, completely lost. I was so confused at that point, my brain was practically spinning. I wanted to press further, to demand he tell me what that even meant.
But I didn't get the chance.
He finished his dinner in record time, stood up, and headed straight for his room without a second glance.
Asshole Horoscope. Seriously.
I had to find out why Percy hates Yuri so much.
It's not like I actually care about that rooster—talking about Yuri is already a headache—but I need to know why Percy's hatred goes that deep.
If I think about it, Percy isn't the type of person to just hate someone for the fun of it. That's not him
He only hates someone if they did something bad to him—or worse, to the people he loves.
So what happened? What did Yuri do to make a person like Percy look at him like that?
Something was definitely wrong. And knowing my life, I was probably going to end up right in the middle of it.
Shit. This just keeps getting better.
I was still busy overthinking the whole Percy and Yuri situation when Jenna decided to grace us with her presence at the dining table.
Just seeing her face was enough to make my blood boil.
Without even thinking, I gave her the most legendary, world-class, dirtiest eye-roll I had in my arsenal.
I wanted her to feel exactly how much I didn't want her there.
But my petty moment of victory didn't even last three seconds.
YANK.
"A-Aray! Kuya! Please! Let go of my ear!" I squealed, my voice going up three octaves. My body twisted awkwardly as my poor ear was practically being detached from my skull.
I didn't even need to look to know who it was. There was only one person in this house who would dare treat my ear like a stress ball.
"Who taught you to roll your eyes at your mother like that, huh?" Kuya Angelo's voice boomed right above me. He sounded beyond annoyed—he sounded like he was about one second away from grounded me until the next century.
I winced, the pain in my ear sharp, but the sting of his words was worse.
I looked up at him, my stubbornness flared up despite the pain.
"Kuya, please... she's not my mother," I said, my voice shaking but firm. "Don't call her that. Just... don't."
"JAY-JAY!" Jenna's voice pierced through the room, shouting my name like I had just committed a felony.
Kuya finally let go, though the side of my head was still throbbing and red.
I rubbed my ear, feeling the heat from his grip, but I didn't back down.
I turned my gaze toward the woman who was currently acting like the victim of the year.
"What?" I snapped, my voice dripping with pure defiance.
I was standing my ground, but the look on Jenna's face told me she was about to drop a bomb that no amount of sass could shield me from.
She took a slow, deliberate breath, wearing that calm, "I-know-what's-best-for-you" expression that made my skin crawl.
"Jay, since Andy and I are getting married soon..." she started, her voice sickeningly sweet. "We've decided that it's best for you to move in and stay with us until you graduate high school."
I stared at her for a beat, letting the silence hang in the air. Then, a laugh escaped my lips—a dry, bitter, and mocking sound that echoed through the dining room.
"In your dreams," I choked out, looking at her like she'd just told me the sky was neon pink. "Actually, not even in your dreams. Over my dead, rotting body would I ever move back in with you."
"Jay," Kuya Angelo's voice dropped a clear warning vibrating in his tone. He was giving me that look—the one that usually meant I should shut my mouth before things got ugly.
I turned to him, my chest heaving, the frustration finally bubbling over. "What, Kuya? What?!" I snapped, my eyes stinging. "I'm not doing it. I am not staying with her again. Have you forgotten everything? Because I definitely haven't."
I looked back at Jenna, my voice sharpening into a blade. "I'd rather live in a cardboard box under a bridge than spend one more second under the same roof as you. So you can take that 'happy family' plan of yours and throw it straight into the trash."
I knew I was pushing my luck with Kuya, but I didn't care. If they thought they could just rearrange my life like a piece of furniture, they were in for a very rude awakening.
"Jay!" I heard Tita's voice calling after me, but I didn't even pause. .
I grabbed my jacket
I was already out the door, moving so fast I was practically a blur.
I didn't care where I was going, as long as it was away from Jenna and her delusional "happy family" plans.
My legs were moving on autopilot
I wanted to disappear.
I wanted to turn into a ghost and haunt them all for even thinking I'd move back in with her.
That's when I heard the low, rhythmic hum of an engine behind me.
A biker was trailing alongside me, slowing down to match my angry pace.
"Jay, please stop!" the voice called out from the bike.
I didn't even turn my head. I knew that voice, and right now, he was the last person I wanted to see. I wasn't in the mood
I focused on the road ahead and forced my legs to move even faster, my breath hitching in my throat. My vision was starting to get blurry, but I refused to let a single tear fall.
"Jay, please!" he shouted again, his tone sounding more desperate this time.
But I wasn't listening. I was halfway across the world in my own head.
Before I could take another step, the bike swerved sharply, cutting me off and screeching to a halt right in my path. I had to plant my feet hard into the ground to keep from face-planting right into him.
He was right there. Blocking my way. Refusing to let me run away from the mess my life had become.
"Jay, please..." he said, his voice softer now, but just as intense.
I stopped dead in my tracks, my hands clenched into fists at my side.
I looked up at him, my eyes burning with a mix of fury and exhaustion.
Seriously, could the universe just give me five minutes of peace? Just five.
"What the hell do you want, Jason?" I snapped. I tried to make my voice sound like a razor blade—sharp and dangerous—but I was so exhausted it probably just sounded like a desperate growl.
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he did that slow, incredibly dramatic move people do in movies.
He unbuckled his helmet and pulled it off, shaking his hair out like he was auditioning for a shampoo commercial.
It was the kind of move that was supposed to be "pogi" or whatever, but it just made me want to scream.
"Wow," he said, a smug, annoying little smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he looked at me. "Good to know that you still remember me."
I rolled my eyes so hard I'm surprised they didn't pop right out of my skull.
"Hard to forget a headache like you," I shot back, crossing my arms over my chest—careful not to jar my broken hand. "Now move your bike before I decide to kick it."
"Well, for me... it was hard to forget you," he said.
Then he did it. He flashed me that smile—the same one he used to give me back then.
I crossed my arms, refusing to let that "pogi" charm work on me.
"Why are you here?" I asked, my voice flat and dripping with pure, unadulterated annoyance. "And make it quick. I'm not in the mood for a reunion special."
He leaned back slightly against his bike, his gaze locked onto mine
"Well," he started, his voice dropping an octave, sounding way too casual for someone who had just cut me off in the middle of the street. "I just wanted to see my..."
He paused, a tiny, teasing smirk playing on his lips as he let the silence stretch out between us.
"...Ex-girlfriend."
That word hung in the air like a bad smell. I wanted to scream
I was just about to give him a piece of my mind—and maybe a kick to his shins—when the sound of screeching tires cut through the silence.
The blinding glare of headlights flooded the street, making me squint as a car pulled up right behind me, stopping with a jerk that screamed aggression.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Jason?"
The voice was cold, sharp, and sounded like it was vibrating with pure, unadulterated rage. I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was
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💙🔥 AUTHOR'S NOTE — QUICK UPDATE 🔥💙
Hey everyone! I know I didn't post yesterday — I had a really bad headache 😭💀 But I'm feeling better now, and I'll try to drop an extra chapter for you guys to make up for it 😌💙🔥
NOW LISTEN. Who watched Ep 7 of Section E and cried AND blushed because SAME 😭🤭🔥
OMG JAYFER DID THE FRENCH KISS And I was sitting there blushing like an idiot 😭💙🔥
And PLEASE… Who else wanted to fight the rooster guys 😭💀✨ Like hello??? My poor Jayfer finally had an passionate kissed and then YURI RUINED IT
Did anyone else notice how NOBODY is rooting for Jayri anymore or am I just losing my mind 😭🔥
Also… hot take but I stand by it: David is the REAL second lead, not that rooster (no hate to Rabin 😭💀) I just hate Yuri at this point 😭🔥
And ONE more thing… Who else felt BAD for Aries 😭🔥 Like OMG, Ella confessed to Yuri and I was just sitting there CRYING for Aries. My poor boy did NOT deserve that emotional damage 😭💔
And honestly? I don't think Keifer should've punched Aries… BUT at the same time, Keifer is actually taking a stand for Yuri — unlike that rooster 😭💀✨