ANGELO'S POV — The "I'm About to Commit a Crime" Moment
I knew she was coming home when I heard the engine.
I did not expect to see her climbing off Watson's lap.
His LAP.
In his CAR.
Her hair messy.
His shirt wrinkled.
Both of them breathing like they ran a marathon in hell.
I froze.
Then I saw Keifer lean out his window, smiling like a man with no survival instinct.
"Bye, baby."
Baby.
My eye twitched so violently I nearly dislocated something.
Jay smiled back.
SMILED. BACK.
I sucked in a breath so sharp it could've been considered a weapon.
Jay's voice came out tiny.
" kuya Angelo… I can explain—"
"Oh, please do," I said calmly. Too calmly. Serial-killer calmly.
"I'd love to hear why your mouth looks swollen and why Watson's collar is halfway to Jesus."
Out of the corner of my eye, the idiot still hadn't driven away.
Keifer smirked at me.
Actually smirked.
"Ay… no," I muttered, stepping forward. "You've got some nerve—"
Jay grabbed my hoodie sleeve like she was holding back a rabid pitbull.
"KUYA. PLEASE. DO NOT KILL MY BOYFRIEND."
I blinked.
"Your what?"
Keifer honked the horn cheerfully.
I saw red.
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JAY'S POV — Containing a Supernova
Kuya Angelo's expression was a whole horror movie.
"You have a— boyfriend?" he repeated.
I swallowed. "Yes?"
"Who?"
"Keifer."
Kuya stared at me.
Then stared at Keifer.
Then stared at me again.
"…Is this a prank?" he asked, voice trembling.
"No."
He ran a hand down his face. "So the guy who traumatized you? Broke your heart? Made you cry? That one?"
Keifer honked again like a gremlin.
Angelo growled.
"WHAT WAS THAT HORN FOR—?!"
Keifer leaned out the window with the most disrespectful grin.
"Just reminding her she's mine."
KUYA STARTED WALKING TOWARD THE CAR.
"Kuya NO—" I yelled, grabbing his arm.
"LET ME TALK TO HIM—"
"NO."
"I WON'T HIT HIM—"
"LIE."
"OKAY, I MIGHT HIT HIM—KUYA ANGELO PLEASE," I begged, pulling him back with both hands.
He finally stopped.
Barely.
His jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might crack.
"Jay," he said, voice low. "Tell him to leave before I commit manslaughter."
I turned to Keifer.
"Keifer. Go."
He looked at me, then at Angelo, then back at me.
"Okay," he said.
For a second, kuya relaxed—
Then Keifer had the audacity to add:
"Come out at 7. I'm taking you on a date."
"KEIFER—!!" I yelled.
Angelo lunged.
Keifer stepped on the accelerator like a NASCAR driver.
The car disappeared down the street with Angelo chasing it five steps before I tackled him.
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ANGELO'S POV — Big Brother Mode Activated
"What date?" I demanded as I dragged her inside.
"What DATE? JAY? FOR REAL?"
I shut the gate behind us and turned to face her.
Jay looked small. Nervous. Bracing.
And… happy.
Really happy.
That part hit something in my chest.
Hard.
"Look,kuya " she whispered, "he's trying. He changed. And I… I want to try too."
I stared at her for a long moment.
The anger didn't vanish.
But the love did its job and softened it just enough.
"You really like him?" I asked quietly.
She nodded.
I exhaled, exhausted. "Then—fine."
Her eyes widened. "Really?"
"YES," I snapped. "But I swear, Jay—if he hurts you again, I will—"
"—bury him alive?" she finished.
I paused.
"…Yes."
She laughed and hugged me.
I hugged her back.
But I whispered into her hair:
"He better be worth all this damn stress."
---
JAY'S PHONE BUZZED
A message.
Ulopong:
Wear something I won't let you keep on too long.😉
I CHOKED.
Kuya Angelo saw my face.
"What did he say?"
"NOTHING—"
kuya Angelo grabbed the phone.
Read it.
His soul left his body.
"HE'S DEAD," Kuya declared immediately, storming toward the door.
" KUYA ANGELO NOOOOOOO—!!"
---
ANGELO'S POV — The Brother Who Has Had ENOUGH
I felt my blood pressure exit my body.
Jay tackled me before I could reach the gate, clinging to my hoodie like a koala trying to stop a murder.
"KUYA PLEASE—"
"LET ME TALK TO HIM—"
"You do NOT talk. You STRANGLE."
"I WILL ONLY STRANGLE IF NECESSARY—"
"KUYA. PLEASE." she begged.
I stopped.
Partly because she was shaking.
Partly because I remembered she's my baby sister.
And partly because I knew if I kept going, mom would drag me to church for an exorcism.
I took a breath.
A deep one.
A holy one.
"Jay… this boy is— is—"
She looked up at me with those water-eyes and that tiny voice.
"Kuya… I really like him."
I swear my heart snapped like a cheap pencil.
I rubbed my face. "Okay. Fine. Fine. FINE. I accept—"
"Really??"
"—NOT HAPPILY. But. Fine."
She hugged me so tight my ribs cursed in three languages.
Then she pulled back with a shy smile.
"He's taking me out at seven."
I stared at her.
At her phone.
At the message.
The message that said:
Wear something I won't let you keep on too long.
My eyelid twitched again.
"Jay…" I said slowly, "…you're not going."
"Kuya—"
"HE WANTS TO REMOVE YOUR CLOTHES, JAY. AT SEVEN. THAT IS NOT A DATE. THAT IS A CRIME."
She laughed—
Actually LAUGHED—
like this was funny.
I looked up at the ceiling like I was speaking to God directly.
"Lord, why did you give me this child."
She kissed my cheek.
"Kuya, I'll be fine."
"You will NOT," I argued, pointing at her phone like it was cursed.
"He is—Jay—he is—KEIFER. The boy is basically a walking red flag dipped in charm and built like a problem."
She giggled.
GIGGLED.
I aged five years instantly.
"Okay," I said, defeated, "I'm letting you go."
Her face lit up.
"But I'm following behind the restaurant," I added.
"NO."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"KUYA."
"FINE."
I crossed my arms.
"Jay, I swear—if he tries anything—"
She cut me off, smiling softly.
"I'll handle him."
I paused.
Then nodded.
"…Yeah. You will."
Because despite everything—
despite the chaos and trauma and the drama—
Jay wasn't just a baby sister.
She was fire.
And that boy was about to learn exactly why he should behave.
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JAY'S POV — Dressed Like a Walking Problem
I checked myself in the mirror one last time.
Red satin top.
Black skirt — short enough to start arguments.
Loose black curls grazing my shoulders.
A gloss-red lip that screamed trouble.
And a thin gold chain at my neck.
Not overdressed.
Not underdressed.
Just… dangerously between.
Because Keifer didn't tell me what type of date it was.
Dinner? Beach? Rooftop?
Or something more… spicy?
My heart beat louder than my heels as I started downstairs.
Then I stopped.
Because my personal bodyguards / drama kings were waiting:
Kuya Angelo
and
Aries — Mr. Horoscope Himself.
Both with the SAME expression.
Like I'd just walked down wearing crime.
"Hi…" I said.
They blinked at me in perfect synchronization.
Then—
Angelo: "NO."
Aries: "ABSOLUTELY NOT."
I looked down at myself.
"What? I'm covered!"
"That top is RED," Angelo hissed.
"RED, Jay. RED."
Aries pointed at my skirt.
"Is that even a skirt? It looks like a wide belt."
I rolled my eyes.
"It's fine."
"No," Angelo said.
"Men see red and they lose brain cells."
Aries nodded.
"And Keifer already has none."
"HEY," I protested.
Aries raised a brow. "Prove me wrong."
I had nothing.
Angelo walked around me like I was a suspicious weapon.
"Jay… this is a date. With him. And you are wearing THIS?"
I shrugged.
"I don't know what kind of date it is! He didn't say!"
Both of them froze.
"You—you don't KNOW?" Angelo sputtered.
"Jay! He could take you to a restaurant! A bar! A yacht! A gang hideout—"
"Kuya, WHAT?"
Aries held up a hand.
"He's a Watson. I'm not ruling anything out."
I sighed.
"Guys. Calm down."
"NO," they said in unison.
I exhaled dramatically and pulled out my secret weapon.
The pout.
Kuya Angelo's knees literally BUCKLED.
Aries looked away immediately.
"Please," I said softly.
"Let me go. I'll be safe. And I really… really want to try."
The silence that followed was heavy.
Finally, Angelo sighed like he was signing a death certificate.
"Fine."
Aries crossed his arms. "BUT—"
"Curfew," they both declared.
I blinked.
"What."
"Nine," Angelo said.
"Ten," Aries corrected.
"No," I said.
Angelo glared at him.
Aries adjusted. "Nine."
"Kuya come on twelve"
They sighed and said "fine twelve it is. "
I lit up.
"Okay!"
I headed toward the door, heels clicking.
"Jay," Aries called.
I paused.
"You look…" he cleared his throat awkwardly, "pretty."
Angelo added softly, "Yeah… too pretty."
I smiled at them—
pushed open the door—
and froze.
A car was parked outside.
Sleek. Black.Music humming low.
Keifer was leaning on it.
Hands in pockets.
Black shirt, sleeves rolled up.
Eyes locked on me like he forgot how to inhale.
Slow.
Hungry.
Stunned.
My heart flipped.
Okay…
maybe this date WAS gonna be spicy.
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KEIFER'S POV — The Moment My Soul Left My Body
I was leaning against the car, pretending to be calm.
I'd been here for ten minutes.
Checking my watch every thirty seconds.
Fixing my hair for no reason.
Re-adjusting my sleeves.
Replaying what I'd say when I saw her.
"Hi."
Too boring.
"You look stunning."
Too basic.
"Be mine forever."
Too desperate.
I was still debating when the door opened.
And I forgot how to breathe.
Jay stepped out.
Red.
Black.
Bare legs.
Glossed lips.
My jaw literally went slack.
She walked toward me and my brain blanked.
Completely.
Utterly.
Dangerously.
Holy ****.
She looked like sin.
Like temptation in human form.
Like every moment I ever missed with her stitched into one woman.
Her earrings glinted in the porch light.
Her hair framed her face like something out of a dream.
And her top—
…her top should've been illegal.
She reached the gate and I still hadn't moved.
Her eyes met mine.
Everything inside me tilted.
She smiled—small, hesitant, beautiful.
And that was it.
I was done.
"Keifer?" she asked softly.
I didn't answer.
Couldn't.
I walked to her slowly, like I might break the moment if I got too close.
"You…" I began.
Then stopped.
I swallowed.
"Jay… you're—"
I searched for a word.
Any word.
None of them were enough.
Finally, I whispered,
"—beautiful."
Her cheeks warmed, and she looked away.
And God, that made it worse.
The shy Jay was my undoing.
I lifted a hand and touched her wrist gently.
Just enough to feel she was real.
"Are you trying to kill me?" I murmured.
Her mouth parted slightly.
"Why?"
I leaned closer—close enough to feel her breath.
"Because if you walk around looking like this… I'm not going to last the night."
Her breath hitched.
And I smirked.
She looked flustered. Nervous.
A little excited.
Exactly the way I felt.
I opened the passenger door for her.
"Get in," I said softly.
She did.
As soon as she sat, her red top shifted slightly—
My fingers tightened on the door.
I shut it before I lost control on her driveway.
Angelo and Aries were still watching from the window.
I didn't even care.
Tonight?
Was mine.
I rounded the car, got in, started the engine—
And let myself look at her properly.
She was staring out the window, trying to act unaffected.
I smiled.
"Jay," I murmured.
She glanced at me.
I let my gaze travel — slow, shameless, claiming.
"Tonight you're mine," I said softly.
"But I'll be whatever you need."
Her breath caught.
I rested my hand on the gearshift—close enough for her fingers to graze mine.
"Ready?" I asked.
She nodded.
But I heard her heartbeat.
Fast.
Loud.
Just like mine.
I pulled away from the house.
Tonight wasn't just a date.
It was the beginning of everything I came back for.
CAR SCENE — KEIFER'S POV
The "I'm barely holding myself together" ride
The second we turned the corner away from her house, something shifted.
The tension settled in the car like heat.
Jay sat with her legs crossed, hands in her lap, trying to look composed — but her chest rose a little too quickly, her fingers tapped nervously against her thigh, and she kept stealing glances at me.
She didn't think I noticed.
I noticed everything.
"Seat comfortable?" I asked, voice low.
She nodded. "Yeah."
Lie.
She was fidgeting, which Jay only did when she was anxious… or anticipating something.
I smirked and tapped the steering wheel lightly.
"You look nervous."
"I'm not," she said quickly.
I hummed. "You only lie like that when you're nervous."
She glared at me. "You're annoying."
"And you're staring," I shot back smoothly.
She went silent.
Busted.
I let the moment simmer, eyes fixed on the road but fully aware of her every breath.
The streetlights passed over her soft skin, making her glow.
My grip on the wheel tightened.
"Stop looking at me like that," she muttered.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Like you're… thinking things."
I flicked my gaze to her—slow, hungry, deliberate.
"Oh, Jay," I murmured, "I'm not thinking things."
I leaned a little closer, voice dropping.
"I'm remembering things."
Her lips parted.
Her knees drew in slightly.
Her pulse stuttered.
I dragged my eyes down her neck, then back up to her eyes.
"You have no idea," I whispered, "how long I've wanted to be near you like this again."
She swallowed.
Hard.
The car slowed as I approached a red light.
Perfect.
I turned my body toward her fully.
She froze—caught.
"You keep pressing your legs together," I noted softly.
"Why?"
Her face went red instantly.
"KEIFER—"
I chuckled quietly, leaning close enough that my breath brushed her ear.
"It's okay," I murmured. "I like it."
The light turned green.
But I didn't move.
Jay looked at me, breath uneven.
"Keifer… go."
"No," I said simply.
Her eyes widened slightly.
I reached out, slow enough for her to stop me if she wanted.
She didn't.
My fingers brushed her jaw.
Her breath hitched.
I tilted her face toward me gently and whispered:
"Tell me something."
She blinked. "What?"
"Are you nervous…"
My thumb grazed the corner of her mouth.
"…or excited?"
She stared at me — frozen, flustered, completely caught in my gravity.
Then she whispered:
"…both."
Jesus Christ.
I inhaled sharply — fighting the need to kiss her right then and there.
"Jay," I murmured, almost warning myself, "don't say things like that unless you want me to pull this car over."
Her lips curved, small, daring.
"Maybe I do."
That did it.
I forced myself back into my seat and put the car in drive before I did something reckless enough to ruin the date before it even started.
"Seatbelt on," I said tightly.
She clicked it in place.
We drove again.
Silence.
Heavy. Charged. Dangerous.
Then she whispered:
"Keifer?"
"Yeah?"
"If this is how the drive feels…"
Her voice dipped."…what's dinner going to be like?"
I smirked slowly.
"Jay… tonight? I'm not planning on holding back."
She looked out the window quickly—blushing, smiling, overwhelmed.
Exactly how I wanted her.
And I drove.
Straight to a night she'll never forget....