Chapter: "Cute Husband-Wife Fight"
(Jay's POV)
I don't even know how I got here.
One second I was walking to my locker, the next… Keifer was leaning against it, that stupid smirk plastered across his face.
"You look tense," he said casually, like it was a casual observation and not a personal attack.
"I'm not tense!" I snapped, glaring.
"Sure you're not," he replied, tilting his head. "Your fists say otherwise."
I crossed my arms. "They're not fists. They're… natural hand positions!"
He chuckled softly, leaning closer. "Natural hand positions… at me?"
I wanted to push him away, but somehow… my hands didn't move fast enough.
"You're impossible!" I hissed.
"Maybe." He grinned. "But you love it."
I almost dropped my bag. "EXCUSE ME?!"
"Yes, you do." His smirk widened. "Admit it."
"I DO NOT!" I shouted, spinning away.
He caught my wrist. "Oh, you totally do. Your face is red."
"I'M NOT BLUSHING!" I said, stomping my foot.
"You are." He teased, tilting my chin up slightly with one finger. "See? Red."
I slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me!"
"Too late," he said smoothly. "I already did."
I wanted to glare, run, and scream all at once. "Keifer Watson, behave yourself!"
He leaned closer, lowering his voice teasingly. "Behave? But this is so much fun. Husband and wife fighting. Isn't this cute?"
I froze. "Husband and wife?!"
"Yes." He grinned like he'd just won the lottery. "You, my dear wife, are arguing with me. Classic married couple vibes."
I wanted to hit him. "I AM NOT YOUR WIFE!"
"You're acting like it." He leaned even closer, so close I could feel his breath. "You're so passionate when you argue with me."
I crossed my arms tightly, pretending not to notice my racing heart. "You're enjoying this way too much."
He smirked. "Maybe. But you're enjoying it too."
I shook my head furiously. "I'm not!"
"Sure you are," he whispered, dangerously close now. "Admit it, wife."
I wanted to scream. "STOP CALLING ME THAT!"
He laughed softly, that soft laugh that made me want to murder him and hug him at the same time.
"You're cute when you're mad," he said casually.
I froze. "WHAT?! CUTE?! I'M ANGRY!"
"You're cute angry," he repeated. "Angry wife."
I glared at him. "I will not be called… a wife!"
"You already are… in spirit." He winked.
I wanted to throw my bag at him. Instead, I sighed dramatically. "This is why Section E is going to rot in chaos forever."
"And I love every second of it," he said, leaning back, smug as ever.
Behind us, Section E watched the entire argument like it was the finale of a reality show.
Felix whispered to Cin, "They're basically married already."
David nodded. "100% husband-wife energy."
Rory clapped dramatically. "Season finale vibes."
I buried my face in my hands. "Why did I even step out of my classroom?"
Keifer leaned closer again. "Because, wife, you secretly love it."
I groaned. "I HATE YOU."
He whispered softly, "Not really."