Jay-jay's POV
Haaaaaaa!!! It's crazy. I just woke up and my heart is already beating like I ran a marathon. First day. New university. New people. New everything. And why the hell am I this nervous?? It's literally just school… okay not school, UNIVERSITY, but it sounds worse. Everyone there is probably going to look so put together and smart and normal and then there's me… already stressed, half awake, and questioning every life decision I've ever made.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"JAY-JAY! GET THE FUCK UP!"
"WHAT THE HELL?!" I shot up immediately, heart nearly exploding. "ARE YOU CRAZY?!"
"That's Aries," I muttered, grabbing my pillow like I could fight him through the door. "He's actually insane."
"𝘠𝘖𝘜'𝘙𝘌 𝘎𝘖𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘉𝘌 𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘌!"
"𝘐 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 𝘞𝘖𝘒𝘌 𝘜𝘗!"
"𝘌𝘟𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘓𝘠!"
"𝘍𝘐𝘝𝘌 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘜𝘛𝘌𝘚!"
𝘕𝘖!"
"𝘐 𝘚𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘙 𝘐𝘔 𝘎𝘖𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘒𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘠𝘖𝘜 "
"𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘛𝘖𝘖"
…This man is a disease.
I dragged myself to the mirror and stared at my reflection like it personally offended me. I look the same. Just… me. Nothing special. Not ugly, not pretty, just existing. Which is fine. I don't want attention anyway. Attention is fucking dangerous. People notice you, then they talk, then they judge, then suddenly you're the topic of everyone's day and I am NOT doing that again. New university, new life, new me. Quiet. Invisible. Peaceful.
…Yeah right. Like that ever works out.
When I went downstairs, my tita was already there, humming while cooking like the world wasn't loud as hell upstairs five minutes ago. She turned and smiled at me softly. "Good morning, Jay."
"Morning, Tita," I said, sitting down.
She placed food in front of me and fixed my hair like I'm still a kid. "Eat well, okay? First days can be overwhelming."
"I know," I said, taking a bite. "But I'll be fine."
She looked at me for a moment, then nodded like she believed me without question. "You will be. Just don't stress too much."
I forced a smile. "Easy for you to say."
She just smiled again.
…She's too nice for this world.
"Thanks, Tita."
The moment I stepped into the university, I already felt like I didn't belong. Everything looked expensive. Clean. Perfect. People walking around like they own the place, laughing, talking, living their best lives while I'm just standing there thinking, what the actual fuck am I doing here? My grip tightened on my bag as I walked inside, trying to act normal, trying not to look like a lost idiot, but honestly I probably already did. Great start. Amazing.
"Okay," I muttered under my breath. "𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙥."
…Too late for that energy.
After getting my schedule, I just stood there for a second staring at it like it was going to change if I looked long enough. First year university life, and I already feel tired. I started walking through the campus, trying to find my building, pretending I knew where I was going even though I definitely didn't. I passed the same hallway twice and saw the same group of students again, and I swear one of them looked at me like I was stupid. Okay, cool. Love that for me.
"This place is fucking huge," I muttered, turning another corner.
Still wrong direction. Of course.
By the time I finally found the right building, I was already annoyed at everything. I stopped outside the room for a second, staring at the door like it was personally challenging me. Just go in. Sit down. Don't cause problems. Don't talk too much. Don't attract attention. Just survive.
I took a breath.
"𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙩," 𝙄 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙.