It was supposed to be a normal exit. Just another day of chaos, covered in sarcasm and bruises.
Jay stood by the black sedan, scrolling through her phone, while Section E bickered like a bunch of kindergarteners.
Cin: "I'm sitting with Jay."
Freya: "No way, you always steal shotgun!"
Rakki: "I call backseat beside the window!"
Percy: "Then where do I sit— on the roof?"
Michael groaned dramatically. "Can we not fight like toddlers? Jay's the driver, she'll decide."
Jay didn't even look up.
Jay: "Whoever gets in quietly survives. That's my rule."
Keifer smirked, walking toward her with that confident, lazy swagger that made the air heavier somehow.
Keifer: "Then I guess I get the front seat."
Jay (rolling her eyes): "Why am I not surprised?"
Sam (from behind): "Because he practically lives there."
Section E burst out laughing.
But before Jay could answer, a new voice sliced through the laughter.
"JAYYY?"
The tone — smooth, too familiar.
Jay froze.
She turned — and her jaw nearly dropped.
There he was.Rico Sandoval.Her old junior. The guy who used to follow her around during soccer and boxing practice, always eager, always too close.
Jay blinked once. Twice. "Oh hell no."
Back then, she thought he was just enthusiastic. Now… not so much.
He stood by the gate, smiling proudly like he just walked into a movie set.
And worst of all—he had bright red hair.
Like, painfully red.
Jay blinked. "What in the tomato cosplay is that?"
Rico: "Surprise! I heard you were back at Greenwood, thought I'd drop by!"
Jay: "You thought… this was a good idea?"
Rico (tugging his red wig): "You like it? Heard red's your type now."
Section E collectively froze.Yuri, who'd just walked up behind Keifer, nearly choked on air.
Yuri (whispering): "What… red?"
Michael (muttering): "Oh boy, here comes trauma in a wig."
Jay sighed so hard even the wind gave up. "Rico, what possessed you to— never mind. I don't want to know."
Keifer stiffened instantly. His smile dropped.
Section E went dead silent.
Michael (muttering): "Oh no."
Adam: "This idiot has a death wish."
Sam: "May God help his soul."
Rico continued, clueless. "I just thought I'd surprise you! You remember me, right? From the soccer team? Greenwood's champion duo— you and me?"
Jay pinched the bridge of her nose. "Rico, that was three years ago. You were my trainee, not my duo.I remember you missing the penalty that cost us a trophy"
Rico: "Still— you taught me everything! Boxing, footwork, even that killer move—"
Jay (flat): "Which I might use again in five seconds."
Section E tried not to laugh, but Cin was shaking silently behind her.
Freya (whispering): "He actually dyed his hair red for her?"
Rakki: "That's not dye. That's trauma waiting to happen."
Keifer stepped forward, calm but dangerous.
Keifer: "You know, red really doesn't suit you."
Rico (grinning): "Oh yeah? I thought it makes me look—bold."
Keifer: "Bold? Maybe. But also blind, since you can't seem to see how close you're standing to my WIFE."
Jay elbowed him. "Keifer."
Michael (choking): "Did he just—?"
Cin (grinning): "He did. He called her his wife."
Sam: "I'm living for this."
Rico blinked, stammering. "W-wife? Since when—"Keifer slipped an arm casually around Jay's shoulders, smirking.
Keifer: "Since always. You're shipping my Jay with the wrong name, bro. It's Mark Keifer Watson."
Jay (elbowing him, flustered): "You're impossible."
Keifer (low, teasing): "You love impossible."
Yuri's smile faded—eyes flicking between them, guilt pooling in his expression.
He knew the engagement had broken off , but hearing it again—seeing her happy—still hit him. Hard.
Yuri (softly): "… it's really over, huh?"
Rico, still oblivious, tried to salvage his pride.
Rico: "Wait—engagement? You were engaged?!"
Keifer (snapping): "Were. Past tense. Now walk away before I make your wig match your face."
Cin and Michael burst out laughing.
Cin: "He's about to commit fashion-based murder."
Adam: "Honestly? Deserved."
Rico gulped, muttered something about "seeing them later," and sprinted off.
Section E immediately lost it.
rory: "Jay's husband just scared off her ex-student!"
Sam: "And called himself Mark Keifer Watson. My guy's writing his own vows now."
Jay (groaning): "Can I transfer schools again?"
Keifer (grinning): "Too late. You're stuck with me, Mrs. Watson."
Jay shoved him, cheeks faintly pink.
Jay: "You're impossible."
Keifer (softly): "You keep saying that, like it's not your favorite thing about me."
Yuri stood a few steps back, forcing a smile as he adjusted his watch—his guilt obvious.
percy nudged aries whispering, "Someone's regretting things."
Jay finally exhaled and turned toward the group. "Okay, enough drama. Everyone in the car."
Percy: "So… who's sitting with Jay?"
Keifer (without hesitation): "Me. Obviously."
Section E groaned collectively but obeyed.
As the cars rolled out, Keifer leaned closer, voice low just for her.
Keifer: "You know, I meant it."
Jay: "Which part?"
Keifer: "The wife part."
Jay shot him a sidelong glance, lips curving.
Jay: "Dream on, Watson."
Keifer: "Already do."
Section E howled from the backseat.
Adam: "Someone call the fire department, they're burning up the car!"
Sam: "I swear, their flirting has its own weather system."