Chapter 7- Rock

Jayjay's POV:-

We just laughed and chatted for some more while until I drifted off to sleep.

I suddenly felt a hearty arm wrap around me as I was sleeping. I turned slowly to see Keifer. He looked like a small child sleeping with his stuffed toy. He looked like he was at peace.

I cuddled back to him. Hugging him close as his scent lured me in, not a single trace of cigarettes. Did he really do that just to kiss me??

I eventually went back to sleep.

When I woke up, Keifer was already wide awake and was massaging my forehead, I smiled warmly at him, getting up on the bed.

"Good morning", I said.

"Turns out I don't need to bet all my money for you to be the first thing I see after waking up", he answered.

Puta! He is so sweet I will get diabetes.

We went downstairs for breakfast and then he dropped me home, placing a soft kiss on my cheek as we bid goodbye.

I was practically skipping my way to the house, when Aries met me halfway.

"Why are you so happy?", he asked suspiciously.🧐

"Nothing, I just spent the night at c-in's". I thought it would be over then but the horoscope surprised me.

"Keifer already told me , don't lie to me", Shit! Kuya will kill me, no he will kill the king first, but the king is already in a kill list, which means he will kill me first , Mud!!

I panicked, but then I looked on the bright side, they were talking again.

" You all are talking again?", I asked.

"For the sake of your safety, we will always share your location ", at last they were talking now.

" Jay, just please stay safe and if you remember anything than tell us", I just nodded and continued to enter the house.

Tita greeted me with a warm hug while Kuya stood seriously in a corner. "Bring me all your notes. I'll help you review," he said before walking away.

Notes? Review? Shit exams are coming already!

I clutched my head and ended up sitting on the floor. This is it. This is the end for me. The story ends here. This is the final chapter of Jasper Jean.

Maybe I should send one last message to the Snakes. I should probably tell their King that I've been replying to him all this time only because the rest of the snakes are deaf and always busy. I might as well give away whatever I can leave behind. I don't have money, so most of what I can leave is trash...and of course my beauty.

Then I heard him call my name. I had no choice but to stand up, grab my stuff and my phone. Even though my gut said no, I walked into his room. He was sitting at his study table, and there was an empty chair next to him.

"Sit down and bring out your notes," he ordered.

My whole body went numb, my hands couldn't move. "Jay", he said his voice higher, I fumbled while sitting in the chair beside his. He pointed to the table, I felt like I had committed a crime and Kuya is telling me to show him the evidence.

Slowly, I opened my bag while glancing at him nervously. First, I took out a notebook. Of course, I picked the thickest one with the most notes ….Hopefully—Math.

I smiled widely as I placed it on the table. He looked suspicious; one of his eyebrows didn't drop. He was about to grab the notebook, but I quickly covered it with my hand.

"W-Why?" I asked again.

"I need to check your notes. How do I know where you're struggling?" he said, reaching for my notebook.

I quickly pulled it back. "I'm struggling with my life."

"We're talking about your academics here, not your miserable life."

Is it miserable? It is a beautiful life! I have a King and an Island!

"I'll just tell you where I'm having trouble," I insisted.

Suddenly, he hit my hand, and I let go.

"Kuyaaaaaa," I pleaded but he did not listen.

I could already imagine my impending doom.

Can I run? I briefly looked at the door. It was a bit of a distance from where I sat. Looking down at Kuya, he has long legs like the King, he will catch me.

"What is this?" he asked, clearly puzzled by what he saw.

Here it comes.

"What kind of notes are these?" he asked again as he flipped through the pages. "Is this a child's scribble book or a lecture book? And what the heck is 'Tangerine'? Do you ever stop thinking about food?!"

He was obviously upset by what he found. I looked away and hugged my bag, wishing I could flee to my Island.

He flipped back to a page. "Wrong calculations, wrong solutions, and spelling errors. 'Angel' in geometry? Pythagorean theory? Seriously? And this one: 'What's the point of math if I'm crush and I can't multiply?'"

He gave me a death glare after reading that one aloud.

I covered my face with my bag in shame. I didn't even remember writing that. Ci-N actually gave me that line. He's the one who always jokes like that. I didn't even want to put that kind of stuff in my notebook.

"And there's of course F.L.A.M.E.S. too," he added, clearly irritated. I was sure he saw our names under "King of Serpents."

I slowly lowered my bag and peeked at him. He was obviously trying to calm down, taking deep breaths and rubbing his face with his hands.

Calm down, Brother.

"Where are your other notes?" he asked, holding out his hand.

I hugged my bag tighter. It was just one notebook, and he almost exploded. What more if he saw the others?

"I-I'll just tell you the topic. You don't need to look at my notes." I said firmly.

He suddenly grabbed my bag. I immediately pulled it back. He pulled harder, and I nearly flew with it. Thankfully, my bag was sturdy.

"Kuyaaaaaaa," I begged, holding onto my bag.🥺

He hit my hand again, and I let go. I'd been wanting to stomp in frustration for a while now. My cousin really doesn't know how to lose.

He opened my bag and started pulling out my notebooks one by one. He was clearly annoyed when he found one stuffed with with crumpled paper.

"Why is it like this?" he asked.

"S-Sometimes I accidently write lesson's in another notebook, so I cut the page out and transfer it," I explained.

He pulled out another notebook, and thankfully, the notes in that one were neater. But then he paused, staring at what he had found. He looked at me, then slowly raised his hand.

A rock? How the fuck did it get there?? Puta!!

That explains why it's so heavy.

"I-I don't know why there are rocks in my bag."

He dropped them on the table and grabbed my bag again. This time, he found the trash from what we'd eaten. Ci-N probably put it there. He's the only one who thinks it's funny to stuff trash in someone else's bag. He even does it to his Grandpa David's school bag.

"M—It's probably Ci-N's."

He put it down on the table again. Then he picked it up once more— and this time, it wasn't garbage or stones that he got. It was dead. A dead bone. It looked so dry, it must have been in my bag for a long time.

So that's why my stuff sometimes stinks.

Kuya couldn't take it anymore, and the contents of my new bag exploded all over his table. The rest of the flesh fell apart. Crumpled or torn paper, dust, sand—even money, like coins that had just been handed to me. Damn! I needed to clean my bag

I bit my lower lip as Kuya stood up. He took a deep breath.

"When the school let me put you in Section E, I thought you'd grow wiser because most of your classmates are more dominant than you! But instead of improving, you got worse! Instead of being different from them, you joined them!" he said angrily.😠

He clearly thought carefully about every word, just so I would understand better. It seemed like he was more troubled by the condition of my bag than I was. I just bowed my head and fiddled with my palms. I wanted to cry. My bag didn't do anything wrong—why was he so angry about what was inside? I thought he'd only be mad about my notes, but apparently even the trash I brought home upset him.