Jayjay POV
The door slid open.
"Settle down, class."
The voice was calm, measured, the kind that made everyone actually listen. I could feel the respect radiating from the students. They straightened instinctively, all eyes forward.
"I'm Sir Alvin," he said. "And you are…?"
All eyes fell on me.
I stood.
"Just your name," he added. "Nothing else."
"Jasper Jean Mariano Fernandez," I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Call me Jayjay."
Silence. Not awkward silence—more like the kind that happens when people are deciding if you're trouble or not.
Sir Alvin turned to the class. "Class president."
Keifer leaned back, hoodie sagging casually. "Yes, sir?"
"Do you have anything to say?"
Keifer's eyes landed on me. He smirked slightly. "Are you still a virgin?"
The room froze, then muffled laughter bubbled up, but polite—it was Section E, the kind that respected Sir Alvin too much to lose control.
"Keifer, language," Sir Alvin said sharply, though kindly.
I smiled. My turn.
"Is that your way of welcoming new students," I asked calmly, "or are you just obsessed?"
A few students snorted. Keifer's jaw tightened.
"You think you're clever," he said, voice low. "Answer me properly."
I crossing my arms. "Answer you? Darling, the only thing you should be asking is how I survived your school before even knowing your names
."
then he adds "You talk too much for someone who just got here."
I met his stare. "And you talk nonsense for someone who thinks he's important."
A few gasps. I could feel Sir Alvin's eyes on me, but he didn't interrupt.
Keifer's eyes narrowed. "I'll have you know—"
"Yeah, yeah," I cut him off. "You look good, I'll give you that. But brains? Hmm, under construction. Better luck next time don't worry,Men like you usually ask questions like that because they can't handle real answers." ."
Keifer's mouth opened… then shut. Speechless.
Sir Alvin cleared his throat. "Jayjay, sit down."
I sat, smirking slightly. Keifer muttered, "This isn't over."
"Didn't think it was," I replied under my breath.
The class continued normally. Everyone was attentive. Sir Alvin explained rules, expectations, and a little about the school. The students were engaged, respectful—but they couldn't keep their eyes off me sometimes. I noted it but didn't care.
Then the next teacher arrived.
"I have a meeting," she said. "Classroom needs cleaning. I'll be back. Don't leave."
The boys all stood, stretching. They filed out, leaving me alone.
I groaned, glancing at the broom. "Great. Alone with dust and chaos."
As I searched, I walked past the lockers, reading the names aloud.
"John Felix Collins…" A loud, confident name. Probably a show-off.
"Rory Sage…" Sounds like someone who thinks he's mysterious. Cute try.
"Endrix Knight…" Knight, huh? Hope he fights better than he brags.
Then I stopped at one.
"Mark Keifer Watson…" Of course. That's him. The hoodie, the attitude, the one who thinks this is his kingdom.
Beside his locker, a pink sticker caught my eye. Ella Hyun. A heart sticker. Sweet. Little love notes tucked in. Typical.
I reached out to peek—just curious—when suddenly a hand slammed the locker shut, inches from my fingers.
I jerked back, heart racing.
I looked up… and saw him.
Keifer.
Cold. Sharp. Warning clear in his gaze.
I narrowed my eyes. "Lucky reflexes," I muttered under my breath.
Section E wasn't just a class.
It was a battlefield.
And I had just stepped onto it.