Chapter 30: FiJayJay's POV
Final period dragged like it had beef with me. By the time class ended, half my donuts were already gone—thanks to Ci-N, who claimed it was "quality control." Liar.
Luckily, Chantelle wasn't in class. Peace. Pure peace.
I was packing my bag when someone tapped the desk.
"Hey, "
I turned.
Yuri.
Of course.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, already suspicious.
He didn't answer. Instead, he pulled out a first aid kit like he'd been waiting for this moment his whole life.
"My palm," I said flatly. "Your reason for existing right now."
He sighed and opened the kit. "Keifer said if I don't dress that scratch properly, he'll end me."
Ah. Motivation.
I placed my palm on his hand. He started applying oil gently, focused, careful. For someone who mumbles like he's talking to his nose, his hands were surprisingly steady.
My inner thought: If only your mouth worked like your hands.
"Can I ask you something?" I said sweetly.
He nodded.
"So… you and Ciel. What's going on there?"
He froze.
Like—completely froze.
Then he started murmuring.
"…mmnff…ah…eh…"
I leaned closer. "Say that again."
"…mmh…"
Strike one.
"Yuri."
"…uhh…"
Strike two.
I smacked the back of his head lightly.
"OW!"
"That was strike three," I said calmly. "Speak."
He rubbed his head, then sighed. "We're… official."
I gasped dramatically. "Finally! Thank you for blessing us with clarity."
He rolled his eyes. "You're impossible."
"And you're bad at secrets."
We started walking, me still questioning him nonstop—because why stop now?
We were nearing the main stage doors when—
Tap.
Someone tapped my bag.
I stopped.
Turned.
Chantelle.
Oh.
That look.
That was not a friendly look.
I glanced at Yuri.
He looked away.
Traitor.
"Don't look at him," Chantelle said, folding her arms. "He won't help you. I'm here for payback."
I laughed. Loud. Fake. Nervous.
"So! How was the talk with Andy?"
Her eyes burned.
"You have the guts," she snapped. "Do you know what I went through last night?"
Before I could defend myself—
"You confessed," Yuri said casually, now leaning against the wall. "Then you ran. Running and running till you reached home."
Silence.
Chantelle and I turned our heads toward him at the same time.
"Yes," Chantelle said slowly.
Then she frowned. "How did you know?"
"I was passing by because Keifer said—"
"KEIFER?" I cut in.
"No— I mean—I was just passing by," Yuri corrected fast.
"KEIFER." I repeated.
"JayJay." Chantelle warned.
That was my sign.
I ran.
Behind me—Chantelle.
Behind her—Yuri.
This is it. This is how I die after killing keifer. Not by enemies. But by friend.
And I ran faster.