Chapter: World War Ci N (Jay's POV – The Correct Version 😌)
Let me clarify something first.
I am NOT three months older than Ci N.
I am three YEARS older.
Yes.
Three.
Years.
He's 15.
Only 15.
The only reason he's in 12th grade with us is because his IQ is 160 and the school decided to throw him forward like some academic experiment.
But emotionally?
Still 15.
Very 15.
Anyway.
It all started with my pen.
I walked into Section E like the responsible senior that I am. Sat down. Opened my bag.
No pen.
I froze.
I slowly turned my head.
And there he was.
Writing peacefully.
With my blue pen.
My favorite one.
The one I've had since the beginning of the year.
I narrowed my eyes.
"Ci N."
He didn't look up. "What."
"That pen looks very familiar."
"It's blue."
"So is mine."
He sighed dramatically and finally looked at me.
"Blue pens exist in the world, Jay."
I stood up slowly.
The whole Section E went quiet.
They know that tone.
I walked to his desk and snatched it from his hand.
"THIS is my pen. See this tiny scratch here? I dropped it during physics."
He blinked. "You dropped it everywhere."
"That's not the point."
"It was on my desk."
"Because I kept it there!"
"On MY desk!"
"You sit in MY row!"
"We've been in the same row for months!"
I crossed my arms. "You always do this."
"Do what??"
"Take my things. Eat my snacks. Act innocent."
"You eat MY snacks too!"
"That's different."
"How is that different?!"
"Because I'm older."
Dead silence.
He blinked at me.
"You're really using that card?"
"Yes."
"Jay. I skipped grades because of my IQ."
"And?"
"And I'm literally academically ahead."
I leaned closer.
"But biologically? You're still 15."
The whole class screamed.
Felix: "She used biology!"
David: "Critical hit!"
Ci N's ears turned red.
"You can't keep using age power!"
"I can. I'm three years older."
"That doesn't make you my boss!"
"I call you my younger brother for a reason."
He froze.
The class went "oooooo."
He stood up. "Stop saying that!"
"Why? It's true."
"I'm not a kid."
I tilted my head. "You're 15."
"I have an IQ of 160!"
"And I have emotional maturity."
Blaster gasped dramatically.
"Fatal blow."
Ci N looked personally attacked.
"You're impossible."
"And you stole my pen."
"I didn't steal it!"
"Then why are you holding it?"
He opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
The class burst out laughing.
He suddenly stepped closer.
"You want to fight?"
I stepped closer too.
"Let's fight."
Felix pushed benches aside.
"SPACE! SPACE!"
Erdix started commentating again like it was a championship match.
I grabbed his notebook and ran.
Yes, I ran.
He chased me around the classroom.
"JAY!"
"Say I'm your favorite!"
"Never!"
"Say I'm your best sister!"
"You're my worst sister!"
I gasped dramatically.
"How dare you speak to your senior like that."
"STOP USING SENIOR POWER."
Finally he stopped chasing me, breathing hard.
"Give it back."
I walked back slowly and placed the notebook on his desk.
Then I ruffled his hair.
Because I know he hates that.
"You're still my favorite younger brother."
He froze.
"…I'm not your brother."
"But you act like one."
He looked away, ears red again.
The whole Section E was giggling like kindergarten kids.
I went back to my seat proudly.
Then I added casually,
"Next time I'll tell Rakki you cried."
His head snapped up.
"I DID NOT CRY."
"Yet."
He glared at me.
But he wasn't really angry.
And I wasn't really angry either.
That's the thing about us.
We fight.
We shout.
We threaten.
But at the end of the day…
He's still the genius 15-year-old who pretends to be mature.
And I'm still the 18-year-old who loves annoying him.
And honestly?
Section E would be boring without our chaos.