POV: Jay
Evening.
Keifer drove Hex and me home.
The ride was quiet at first, then Hex started talking about rehearsal, pretending like he wasn't exposed earlier.
Keifer was calm. Too calm.
I sat in the back, watching him through the mirror.
He looked tired.
Or distracted.
Or thinking too much.
When we reached home, Hex got out first.
I followed.
"Thanks," I said casually.
Keifer nodded. "Text when you're inside."
My heart did something small and unnecessary.
We went in.
Hex dropped onto the couch immediately.
"I'm dead."
"I'm going out for something," I said.
He barely looked at me. "Okay."
Perfect.
I stepped outside.
Keifer's car was gone.
Good.
I pulled out my phone and called Hannah.
"Come forward."
Two minutes later, Hannah appeared with her motorbike and a bag.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked.
"Very."
She handed me the bag.
"Don't get caught."
I smirked.
"I never do."
I took the bike and rode off.
Public washroom.
Quick change.
Black fitted outfit.
Jacket.
Mask.
Hair adjusted.
When I stepped out, Luna Byte was back.
I checked my phone.
Keifer's location.
KingsGround.
Of course.
I drove there.
Music was loud.
Crowd everywhere.
Lights flashing.
I parked and walked in calmly.
Bar side.
And there he was.
Keifer.
Sitting.
Talking to the bartender.
One glass in his hand.
Second already empty.
He looked… relaxed.
Too relaxed.
I walked over.
"Give me what he's drinking," I told the bartender.
Keifer turned slowly.
His eyes scanned me.
Recognition.
Annoyance.
Surprise.
"Hi baby," I said smoothly.
He blinked. "What are you doing here?"
"I told you. See you tonight."
"I didn't tell you where I was," he said slowly. "And I didn't agree."
I leaned closer.
"Let's get some fresh air."
"I can walk myself."
He stood.
He could not walk himself
I raised an eyebrow. "Sure. You're walking. Great. I'll… supervise."
Outside.
The music from KingsGround still thumped as I stepped outside. Cool night air hit me, and the lights from the bar flickered on the wet pavement.
Cool air.
Two steps.
Three.
He leaned on his car.
Then suddenly—
He bent forward and threw up.
I stepped closer immediately.
Patting his back.
Romantic. So romantic. I imagined fireworks. Not this.
He wiped his mouth.
Sat on the edge of his car.
Almost missed.
Almost fell.
I grabbed his arm.
"Careful."
He looked at me.
Eyes unfocused.
"Why are you following me?"
"Because you're my baby."
He squinted.
"I'm not your baby."
He slid slightly.
I held him steady.
"Do you know whose baby I am?"
Here we go.
He stood up suddenly.
"I'm Jasper Jean Mariano's baby."
My heart skipped.
"And she is my baby."
I tried to keep my voice steady.
"Really?"
"Yes."
He pointed randomly at the air.
"You know… if she was the one teasing me… sending emojis… I would be happy."
That hurt a little.
"Not you."
He stumbled.
I caught him before he fell.
Inner thought:
He would be happy… if it was me.
It is me, idiot.
"So you like Jasper Jean Mariano?" I asked softly.
"It's Jasper Jean Mariano Watson," he corrected seriously.
Even drunk.
Full name.
"I love her very much."
My chest tightened.
"I can buy the world for my Jayjay."
Everything inside me melted.
I tried to stay Luna.
"Why do you like her… not me?"
He looked confused.
"I don't know how I fell for her."
He pressed his hand to his chest dramatically.
"But she's my love."
My heartbeat betrayed me.
"When we're together," he continued softly, "I can't help it. She's the prettiest girl in the world."
Stop.
"She's so good."
My eyes burned slightly.
"So tell her," I whispered.
"I will," he said. "But I have to make sure she loves me like I love her."
"What if she does?" I asked.
He shook his head slowly.
"When we accidentally kiss… she pushes me away."
I swallowed.
You don't know why.
"I wish I could kiss her right now," he muttered.
I stepped closer.
"Really?"
He looked at me.
"Let me see your face."
"Not yet."
I tried stepping back.
My heel slipped.
He grabbed my waist instantly.
Even drunk, his reflexes were perfect.
He pulled me steady.
Then slowly…
Very slowly…
He removed my mask.
His eyes widened.
"…Baby."
And then he kissed me.
Soft at first.
Careful.
Like he was confirming something real.
I kissed him back.
Because I couldn't not.
Because I've wanted to.
Because hearing him say my name like that?
It broke every defense I had.
The kiss deepened slightly.
Then suddenly—
His weight dropped.
He went limp.
"Keifer?"
He had passed out.
Not dramatic.
Not injured.
Just drunk.
"Unbelievable," I whispered.
He confesses. He kisses me. Then sleeps.
"Great timing, idiot."
Fantastic timing.
I managed to get him into the passenger seat.
Struggled.
Nearly dropped him twice.
Careful not to get caught, I adjusted his posture, holding him upright.
"Stay," I whispered, patting his back.
Finally closed the door.
Then told a guy to follow her with her bike
I drove to his house.
Pressed the bell.
After a moment, Uncle Victor opened the door.
He froze.
"Luna Byte?"
I adjusted my mask slightly.
"Oh. I saw Keifer drunk. He couldn't walk properly. So I brought him home."
Uncle Victor quickly helped me carry him inside.
"Thank God his mom is asleep," he whispered. "She would panic."
We laid Keifer on the couch.
He mumbled something.
"…Jayjay…"
My heart flipped.
Uncle Victor smiled faintly.
"You're trouble," he said lightly.
I stepped back toward the door.
"I should go."
"Thank you," he said sincerely.
I nodded.
Walked out.
Closed the gate behind me.
Removed my mask once I reached the bike.
My lips still tingled.
He doesn't know I was there.
He doesn't know he kissed me.
He doesn't know he told Luna Byte everything.
And tomorrow?
He'll probably deny all of it.
I smiled to myself.
But inside…
I was glowing.
End of Chapter 111 💫🔥