Jay-Jay's POV
The van pulled up to the villa, and I swear, my jaw almost hit the floor. This place was insane. Ten bedrooms, huge living room, a kitchen that could feed a small army, and even a balcony overlooking the beach. Perfect. Perfect chaos.
"Whoa," I muttered, taking it all in.
Ci-N was already scanning the rooms like a kid in a candy store. "Jay-Jay, you and I should share —"
"Nope," Keifer interrupted, stepping in front of me like a shadow. "You're with me. End of discussion."
I blinked at him. Did he just…?
Ci-N huffed. "What? We could share! It's fine…"
"Nope. Not happening," Keifer said with that infuriating smirk. "Besides, I want to make sure you don't wander off."
I rolled my eyes. Control freak much?
The rest of the group was already pairing up and claiming rooms. Adrian and Yuri went off like the perfect, quiet duo. Sienna barged into a room, dragging Ciel along like she owned her. Andrew and Chantelle argued over the beds for a solid five minutes, Felix and Calix snuck in like sneaky bandits, and Endrix and Rory claimed the last room with a victorious high-five.
Ci-N grumbled in the hallway. "Seriously, Watson, what gives you the right—"
"Shh. You'll survive. Don't test me," Keifer whispered, leaning in closer than necessary. I felt my cheeks heat up. Ugh, why is this guy everywhere?
Finally, Keifer helped me unpack, even teasing me about every single outfit I had. "Oh, that one's cute. Oh, that one's… okay. Definitely cute. Wear this tomorrow by the beach?"
I groaned. Why am I letting him pick my clothes?
By the time we were done, everyone had settled into their rooms. I had to admit—it was organized chaos at its finest. Ci-N had sulked to his room with David, still muttering about unfairness.
Once bags were unpacked and rooms inspected, someone—probably Andrew—yelled, "Beach time!"