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Kiko Evans imagine !
"JEALOUSY & APOLOGIES"
by jesterworks
The early morning light filtered through the tall windows of HVIS, casting warm golden stripes across the tiled floor.
Students shuffled around in their uniforms—some still finishing lunch, others lingering in hallways, laughter echoing faintly from the far end of the building. It was the kind of ordinary day where everything felt routine—except it wasn't.
You leaned against the cool concrete pillar by the main staircase, arms crossed as your eyes trailed the girl walking behind Rakki.
She was new—evident by the way she clutched her bag strap a little too tightly, her steps careful but curious, scanning everything like she was trying to memorize the place.
"JayJay, right?" Rakki asked loudly, her voice echoing slightly in the corridor. "Section E. You'll fit right in."
You squinted at her, not out of malice—but instinct. Observing. Measuring.
You had been at HVIS long enough to know how people moved, how they entered spaces they planned to dominate or disappear into. JayJay seemed like the former, even if she didn't know it yet.
From your periphery, a familiar figure moved down the hallway—Kiko.
There he was, that effortlessly magnetic energy trailing behind him as he approached Rakki and the new girl.
Hands in his pockets, a crooked smile on his lips, as if he was amused by something only he knew. He said something as he joined the two—something lighthearted, teasing maybe—and JayJay laughed.
Your eye twitched.
It was the kind of laugh that lingered a second too long. The kind of laugh you used to give him when he first introduced himself to you.
You straightened up, adjusting your skirt and smoothing your hair in a practiced motion before stepping out from behind the pillar and walking toward them.
Kiko didn't notice you yet—he was too focused on JayJay, saying something that made her look up at him with bright, unguarded eyes. You didn't need to hear what it was. You already knew.
You felt the sting, but swallowed it.
You'd been dating Kiko for two years now, since the second term of your transfer to HVIS. And though you trusted him—though he always made sure you knew where his loyalty was—the attention he drew was never easy to stomach.
The confessions, the flirtations, the girls who giggled behind textbooks or walked the long way around just to pass by him in the corridor. You weren't jealous, not really.
You were tired.
But you also weren't about to let anyone get comfortable at your expense.
So you smiled. The way you'd practiced. The kind of smile that made people pause and wonder if it was genuine or laced with something sharper.
"You must be the new girl Rakki's been talking about," you said smoothly, inserting yourself into the conversation with calculated charm.
JayJay turned to you, slightly startled by your sudden presence, but she nodded, offering her hand with a polite smile. "Yeah. JayJay."
You took her hand briefly—firm but not too tight—and gave her your name, letting it hang in the air just long enough.
Your eyes flicked over her again. Pretty. Kind-looking. A little shy, but not weak. You didn't hold her hand long. Just enough to make your point before pulling away.
"Well, have a good day," you added coolly, stepping closer to Kiko and slipping your arm around his without hesitation. Your body fit perfectly against his side, like a habit neither of you could—or wanted to—break.
Kiko's reaction was immediate. Without missing a beat, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple. Affectionate. Public. Possessive.
JayJay's expression shifted. Barely. But you caught it—the flicker in her eyes, the subtle nod she gave herself. A quiet understanding forming behind her calm face.
So they're dating. Got it.
You didn't say anything more as Kiko turned to you, his smile softening like it always did when you were near. You didn't need to.
Because you'd already said enough.
Kiko tipped his head toward Rakki with that same cocky ease he carried in his walk. "Well, see you around, Rakki," he said casually before shifting his gaze to the girl beside her. His eyes glinted with mischief. "Nice to meet you, new girl."
He winked.
It was light, playful. But it hit like a spark to a fuse.
You frowned—visibly. The kind of expression you didn't bother to mask anymore.
JayJay caught it too, her shoulders tensing slightly as if she'd felt the heat of the glare you were giving her, even though she hadn't done anything wrong.
She didn't return Kiko's smile. In fact, she didn't even look at him.
She looked away. Unbothered. Or pretending to be.
You, on the other hand, didn't say a word. You simply reached down and peeled Kiko's hand off your waist, fingers stiff with irritation, before turning on your heel and walking away, your silence louder than anything you could've said.
Kiko raised a brow, half amused, half confused, watching you retreat without a backward glance.
A sharp slap hit his arm.
"You really know how to push her buttons, don't you?" Rakki hissed at him, glaring.
Kiko rubbed the spot, smirking. "She likes it when I do."
JayJay exhaled sharply, arms crossed. "And please don't let me be involved," she muttered dryly. "I'm just trying to pass twelfth grade without stepping into any minefields."
The two friends exchanged a glance—part apology, part amusement—before offering her a sheepish smile.
JayJay didn't smile back.
She simply turned, muttering something under her breath, already regretting how complicated things felt on her first real day.
And behind her, Kiko's eyes lingered—first on her, then down the hallway where you had disappeared.
Suddenly, things felt less amusing
You suddenly fell silent.
It wasn't the kind of silence that begged for attention or sought pity—it was the heavy, quiet kind. The kind that lingered in the air like smoke, clinging to everything.
Kiko noticed it the moment your footsteps slowed, the spark in your eyes dimmed, and your responses turned into barely-there nods or short, clipped phrases.
Still, he tried.
He reached for your hand, brushing his fingers gently over yours as you both walked down the corridor. His touch was familiar, warm, even a little pleading.
But you didn't flinch. You didn't pull away.
You just let him hold you, your hand limp in his grip like a forgotten thing.
No squeeze. No return.
And that — that said more than words could.
Kiko frowned subtly, squeezing your hand a little tighter as if hoping it would jolt something out of you. But your gaze remained ahead, distant, fixed on the hallway floor like you were anywhere but here.
"Hey..." he murmured, voice dropping low, almost careful now.
You blinked, then looked up at him with that same quiet expression. A forced smile tugged at the corner of your lips but it didn't reach your eyes.
"Yeah?"
He wanted to say something clever, to charm his way out of this like he always did. But your silence had a weight this time. It felt like a question he didn't know how to answer.
He didn't ask again. He just walked beside you, the tension growing louder with every step.
It was no longer about what happened a few minutes ago.
It was about the accumulation of things. Looks. Words. The lingering insecurity. The new girl. The way he winked, like it meant nothing.
And how you couldn't bring yourself to admit just how much it did.
Over the next few days, Kiko tried.
Not the half-hearted kind of trying that came with lazy texts or empty apologies — no, this time, he tried with everything he knew.
First, it was little things. Your favorite drink appeared on your desk before class started, condensation beading down the side of the bottle like the nerves collecting in his palms.
A sticky note was attached to it: "Didn't know how to say sorry in 140 characters. So here's a peace offering." Signed with a smiley face and a shaky heart.
You saw it. You read it. But you didn't touch it.
He caught you watching from the corner of your eye when he placed it, and for a second, he hoped — until you turned back to your notes like it was nothing.
Then came the jokes. The inside ones. The ones only the two of you ever understood — whispered just loud enough in the hallway when you passed, hoping it would make you crack a smile.
He said them without confidence, like each word was a stone he had to carry.
Still, you didn't laugh. You didn't even look at him.
At lunch, he sat beside you like always, tray in hand, pretending like the world hadn't shifted. You let him sit. You let him speak.
You answered only when you needed to, short sentences like: "Yeah." "No." "Okay."
And it killed him.
He stayed after classes, lingered by your locker, waited under the tree where you used to meet after school. Every time he thought maybe—just maybe—you'd show up like you used to, like nothing changed.
You never came.
But he didn't stop.
It wasn't until he found you at the back of the library, tucked in your favorite spot between two shelves, pretending to be immersed in your book while your fingers trembled slightly at the edges of the page, that he realized you weren't angry anymore.
You were hurt.
Quietly, he sat in front of you on the floor, legs crossed, hands in his lap. He didn't say anything for a minute. He just sat there, looking at you like the world started and ended in your tired eyes.
"I was a dick," he finally whispered.
Your fingers paused on the page.
"I was trying to be funny. I wasn't thinking. I guess I've always been used to girls looking at me like I'm... something. But I only care when you look at me like that. That's what fucks me up."
You looked up, finally meeting his eyes.
And for once, Kiko didn't smile. Didn't grin or wink or charm.
He looked scared.
"You can hit me. Yell at me. Whatever you want. I just—" his voice cracked slightly, "I don't want to lose you over something so stupid."
You didn't speak right away. Just closed your book slowly and stared at him.
"You hurt me," you said, voice soft but firm. "And I don't want to be someone who has to compete for her own boyfriend's attention."
Kiko leaned closer. "You don't have to. I was just being dumb."
"You were."
"I know."
The silence between you both was no longer bitter, just... quiet. Tender.
And then, finally, your eyes softened — just a little.
"You're lucky you're cute."
That broke him into the first real smile you'd seen in days.
"Cute enough to earn a second chance?"
You rolled your eyes. But your lips twitched.
"Don't push it."
He chuckled and leaned his head back against the shelf. "God, I missed you."
"I know."
Kiko had his head perched over your shoulder, arms wrapped snugly around your waist like you were a lifeline he refused to let go of.
His chest pressed softly against your back, rising and falling in rhythm with yours as your section gathered in the gym for P.E. class.
Everyone else was already stretching or halfheartedly jogging laps, but you remained rooted to your spot on the bleachers, thumbs lazily scrolling through your phone.
Kiko didn't seem to mind. He wasn't exactly the most enthusiastic when it came to gym activities either.
"Babe," he mumbled, his chin now resting in the crook of your neck, voice muffled. "You're supposed to be warming up. Coach is gonna make you do double if he sees you slacking again."
You didn't even look up. "Then stop clinging to me like a weighted blanket."
"You love it," he said smugly, tightening his arms around your waist for emphasis.
Freya, who was across the court stretching her arms behind her back, let out an exaggerated groan. "Can you two stop being a rom-com for like two seconds? Some of us are trying to focus on not dying during laps."
You finally glanced up from your screen, raising an eyebrow at her while Kiko grinned mischievously behind you. "Tell your friend to stop being jealous," he whispered against your ear, voice teasing.
"She's not jealous, she's nauseated," you replied dryly, though your lips twitched into a barely-contained smile.
Kiko nuzzled closer, clearly proud of himself. "Can't help it if I'm cute and clingy."
"You forgot annoying," you muttered, but you leaned into him anyway, letting your head rest lightly against his for a moment.
"Hey," Freya called again with a smirk, "if I start pretending to be single and emotionally unavailable, do I get someone to cling to me too?"
You let out a small laugh, finally locking your phone and tucking it into your small pouch that you brought with you. "You're not emotionally unavailable, Freya. You're just picky."
Kiko straightened up, still keeping his arms around your waist as the coach blew the whistle across the gym. "Okay, we seriously gotta stretch now or we're dead."
You turned to look at him, face close, breath mingling for a moment as your foreheads almost touched.
"I hate P.E.," you whispered.
"Same," he grinned. "But I don't mind suffering through it with you."
"Bitch. You're practically a varsity player in basketball, stop trying to be all innocent."












