JAY'S POV — YES
The door opens.
And for half a second, I think I walked into the wrong classroom.
Music blasts through the speakers—
🎵 "Baby, baby, baby ohhh—" 🎵
Justin Bieber. Loud. Proud. Unapologetic.
I freeze.
Then—
They start dancing.
I don't mean dancing dancing.
I mean chaos.
Calix slides across the floor like he practiced for this moment his whole life.
Cin nearly trips but recovers with finger guns and confidence that shouldn't exist.
David and Josh attempt choreography and immediately abandon it.
Felix commits fully—hips, spins, dramatics, zero shame.
Eman and Rory hype from the sides like backup dancers in a low-budget music video.
Edrix and Blaster are clapping off-beat but smiling like idiots.
Eren is somehow smooth, which surprises everyone.
Drew does a dramatic knee slide that earns screams.
Denzel pretends he's too cool, then joins anyway.
Mayo and Kit are laughing so hard they can barely move.
Yuri—of course—executes actual choreography like this was planned weeks ago.
The room is vibrating with noise, laughter, life.
My hand flies to my mouth.
I'm laughing. Fully. Uncontrolled.
People are staring. Phones are out. Cameras everywhere.
And then—
The boys split down the middle.
Like a curtain parting.
And there he is.
Keifer.
Walking toward me like the world narrowed just to this moment.
He's holding a bouquet of sunflowers.
My favorite.
Bright. Unbreakable. Alive.
And in his other hand—
A banner.
WANNA BE MY GIRLFRIEND?
PS: I BEG YOU
My breath leaves my body.
The music dips just enough for the room to hush.
Keifer stops in front of me.
For once, he doesn't look powerful or untouchable or composed.
He looks… hopeful.
Vulnerable.
Terrified.
And completely mine.
"Jay Jay, So.... " He spoke cautiously....
I glanced around.
Section E is beaming like this is their victory too.
Damian is leaning against the wall, arms crossed, smiling softly—proud.
Phones are recording. Whispers ripple through the room.
And somehow—
For the first time in my life—
I don't care who sees.
I look back at him.
At the boy who stayed.
Who listened.
Who chose me knowing everything.
My chest tightens.
I nod.
Once.
Then laugh through tears.
"Yes," I say. "Yes, Keifer. I'll be your girlfriend."
The room erupts.
Cheering. Screaming. Whistling. Someone absolutely loses their mind.
Keifer doesn't hear any of it.
He drops the banner.
The flowers tumble to the floor.
And before I can say another word, his hands cup my face—gentle, reverent, like I'm something precious he was afraid to touch too hard.
Then he kisses me.
Not rushed.
Not desperate.
Just warm. Certain. Real.
The kind of kiss that says I'm here.
I melt into it, fingers curling into his shirt as the world fades into noise and light and joy.
When we pull back, our foreheads rest together.
He whispers, barely audible—
"Hi, girlfriend."
I laugh, breathless. "Hi, idiot."
Around us, Section E is already chanting, dancing, celebrating like love just won a war.
And maybe it did.
Because for the first time—
I'm not running. I'm not guarding. I'm not alone.
I'm choosing happiness.
Loudly.
Publicly.
With him...
I don't even get five seconds to breathe.
Felix is the first one to break formation, pointing at us like he just witnessed history.
"SO BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIENDDDD AHHHHHHHHH."
Cin fans himself dramatically. "I danced for this. My knees died for this."
Calix bows. "You're welcome. I carried the choreography."
"You slid on the FLOOR," Yuri corrects calmly. "That was not choreography. That was physics failing you."
Drew throws an arm around Keifer's shoulders. "Bro really said PS I beg you in 2026. Legendary."
Denzel smirks at me. "Ma'am, you traumatized half the school and then healed them in under three minutes."
Mayo wipes fake tears. "Love is real again."
Kit gasps. "DO IT AGAIN. SAY YES AGAIN."
Eman starts clapping rhythmically. "Speech! Speech!"
"No," I laugh, cheeks hurting, eyes still wet. "Absolutely not."
Rory leans in conspiratorially. "Blink twice if you're being emotionally blackmailed."
I shake my head, still laughing, and suddenly—this room, these people, this chaos—feel like home.
Keifer squeezes my hand, grounding, warm.
Section E closes in around us, half circle, loud and protective and proud like they've been rooting for this since before we knew how badly we needed it.
Damian catches my eye from across the room and gives me a small nod.
You're safe, it says.
You're allowed to be happy.
The bell rings.
Nobody moves.
Finally, Yuri clears his throat. "Alright. Before administration descends—"
Felix gasps. "GROUP HUG."
I don't even protest before I'm swallowed into it—arms everywhere, laughter in my ear, someone patting my head, someone else yelling WE DID IT like this was a mission.
For the first time in a long time, I let myself be held without watching the exits.
When they finally pull back, Felix points between me and Keifer.
"You break her heart, we break your legs."
Keifer nods solemnly. "Fair."
I snort.
One by one, they start filtering out—still teasing, still buzzing, still glancing back like they don't quite believe this is real.
The room empties.
Quiet settles.
It's just us now.
Keifer and me.
Sunflowers on the floor. Banner half-crumpled. Sunlight spilling through the windows like a blessing we didn't ask for but got anyway.
He looks at me—really looks—and his voice drops.
"You okay?" he asks softly.
I think about the darkness.
The blood.
The choices.
The girl I was.
Then I look at him.
At the boy who stayed.
"I am," I say. And for once, it's not a lie. "I really am."
He smiles—not the confident one, not the guarded one—but the quiet, relieved one.
"Come here," he murmurs.
I step into him easily, like my body already knows where it belongs.
His forehead rests against mine.
"We're not perfect," he says.
"I know."
"We're going to mess this up sometimes."
"Definitely."
He exhales, smiling. "Still worth it?"
I lace my fingers through his.
"Every single time."
He presses a kiss to my hair.
"I love you Jay until scientists find the end of this universe...."
Then I held his hand firmly and whispered
"I love you too Keifer even if the scientists find the end of the universe it will still be you I would love..... "
He kissed me again.....
Outside, the school buzzes. Life continues. Complications wait.
But right now—
I'm not the girl running from her past.
He's not the boy afraid of choosing wrong.
We're just two people standing in a quiet classroom after the music fades—
Choosing each other.
And somewhere deep in my chest, I know this isn't the end of the story.
It's the beginning of a softer chapter.
One we write together.
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