Jay-Jay's POV
The night was calm.
Too calm.
Chantelle was still talking, her voice soft, honest—too honest. Then suddenly—
Ping.
A sound.
Not loud.
But loud enough.
Chantelle froze.
She looked down at her phone.
Her face drained of color.
"…Jay," she whispered.
My heart skipped. "What?"
She turned the screen toward me.
Voice message sent — Andrew.
Sent.
Not drafted.
Not saved.
Sent.
"Oh my God," she breathed. "I sent it to Andrew."
Silence swallowed us.
I didn't laugh.
Didn't tease.
Didn't even speak.
I just started the car.
I drove straight to the school dorm parking area. The engine hummed, but inside the car, everything felt fragile—like one wrong word would shatter Chantelle completely.
When I parked, I turned to her.
"I'll drop you at the school gate," I said gently. "I'll head back to the dorm after."
She nodded. Too fast.
We didn't say anything else.
As we approached the school gate, my headlights caught a familiar figure.
Standing there.
Waiting.
Andrew.
My grip on the steering wheel tightened.
Chantelle sucked in a sharp breath. "He's… he's here."
I parked a short distance away.
"This is your stop," I said softly.
She opened the door, then paused. "Jay… follow me."
"I won't this is your fight," I promised.
She stepped out.
Chantelle's POV
Andrew didn't say anything at first.
Neither did I.
The gate lights flickered above us like they were nervous too.
"I heard it," he finally said.
My chest burned.
"I didn't mean for you to," I rushed out. "I didn't even know it sent. I was just talking. I was just—"
"I know," he said quickly.
That made it worse.
"I meant everything," I continued, voice shaking. "Every single word was true. I just didn't plan to confess like this."
He took a step closer.
I took one back.
"I don't need you to answer," I said, panic rising again. "I really don't. I just needed you to know. That's all."
I glanced back and saw Jay-Jay still in the car, watching, laughing
I turned back to Andrew, words spilling faster.
"I'm sorry if this made things awkward. I'm sorry if it shocked you. I'm sorry I'm running right now but—"
I stopped myself.
"I told the truth," I said quietly. "That's all."
Then I turned.
"Jay-Jay," I called without looking back, my voice breaking, "you better not make me see you tomorrow."
She called my name.
I didn't stop.
I ran from the gate running home
since it wasn't far
From the car, Jay-Jay watched me disappear.
And Andrew stood there.
Still.
Silent.