Jay POV
The first thing I heard when I woke up was...
"You're drooling."
I immediately opened my eyes.
Keifer was sitting beside me.
Looking annoyingly awake.
"I am not."
"You definitely are."
"Liar."
"I have evidence."
"Delete it."
"I haven't taken it yet."
"KEIFER."
He laughed.
And somehow looked completely fine.
Like he hadn't spent half the night acting strange in a thunderstorm.
I rubbed my eyes.
"Why are you smiling?"
"Because you're angry."
"I'm always angry."
"Exactly."
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A few minutes later we stopped at a small cafΓ©.
Mostly because Keifer claimed he was starving.
"You say that every day."
"Because I get hungry every day."
"Unfortunately that's a valid point."
He looked way too proud of himself.
Breakfast was surprisingly peaceful.
Until Keifer started again.
"You know, if someone saw us sleeping in the same carβ"
"Finish that sentence and I'll leave."
"Violent."
"Correct."
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After breakfast, I drove him home.
The entire ride consisted of him being annoying.
"You missed a turn."
"No I didn't."
"You definitely did."
"I've driven this route hundreds of times."
"Still missed it."
"Get out."
"We're not at my house yet."
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When we finally arrived, Keifer climbed out.
Then leaned back down to the window.
"See you tomorrow."
"Unfortunately."
"You're falling for me right."
"Goodbye, Keifer."
"That's not a denial."
I drove away before I could throw something at him.
The drive home was quiet.
For once.
Then my phone rang.
Aries.
I answered immediately.
"What?"
His voice sounded excited.
Way too excited.
"COME HOME."
"I am going home."
"FASTER."
"Why?"
"JUST COME."
The call ended.
I stared at my phone.
"That was suspicious."
Very suspicious.
Twenty minutes later, I pulled into the driveway.
The moment I stepped out of the car, I heard voices inside.
Lots of voices.
Family voices.
I opened the door.
And froze.
My grandparents were here.
My grandmother immediately stood up.
"Jay!"
Before I could react, she pulled me into a hug.
"You've grown."
"Grandma, it's been three months."
"Exactly."
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My grandfather laughed from his chair.
"Still sarcastic."
"Unfortunately."
"Definitely my granddaughter."
Everyone laughed.
Then I noticed something.
Someone else was sitting in the living room.
A boy.
Around my age.
Dark hair.
Blue eyes.
Very blue eyes.
And judging by the way everyone looked completely comfortable around him...
he wasn't a stranger.
The boy stood up.
And smiled.
"So you're Jay."
I blinked.
"...And you are?"
The smile widened slightly.
"We've never met."
That wasn't an answer.
And somehow...
I already knew this conversation was going to be a problem.
End of Chapter 121 ππππ₯
