Simón POV

Today I met a new girl in class, Ámbar Smith. I was hoping Luna was going to be in our class, but unfortunately, she's a year behind. Ámbar told me. She seemed kind of angry when I told her I had moved here because of Luna and that she was my best friend, and I wondered why.

And you might be asking, Simon, why did you move here because of Luna? Well, the answer is very simple. I like Luna, I have a crush on her. And I hope she likes me back too. Because if not, my heart will break in two.

So I walked out of the class after answering a few questions with Ámbar, and headed to the hall to look for Luna. I finally found her talking to a guy with brown hair that seemed nice. They were talking when Luna noticed me and her eyes said she couldn't believe it.

"Simon?" she asked.

"Yes, Luna, it's me," I said. She ran to my direction and hugged me, while I held her back tightly. I was so happy and didn't want this moment to end. Unfortunately, it didn't last long and what Luna said next made my heart stop and break in two.

"Simon, I want you to meet someone," she said, guiding me towards the brown haired boy I saw earlier.

"I want you to meet my boyfriend, Matteo Balsano,"

That's when I broke.

"Simon, are you okay?" Luna asked.

"Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom." And so I ran, and ran until I reached the bathrooms. I immediately started to cry, cause I couldn't hold the tears back anymore. And someone must have heard me crying, cause they asked, "Simon?"

Ámbar POV

I heard someone crying in the bathrooms, so I headed to check on them. I usually don't do this, because I'm supposed to be the queen and all that rubbish, but people don't know I actually have a soft side.

I kept walking and heard it was a boy. I entered the boys bathroom (even though I shouldn't, but rules are made to be broken) and checked on the boy.

Oh. It was Simon.

"Simon?" I asked.

"Ámbar, what are you doing here, this is the boys bathroom!" I sighed.

"Yeah, but Simon, I had to check on you since you were crying"

"I thought you were the bad girl and the ruler of the school. You shouldn't have checked on me if what I heard about you was true," he said.

"True, but all that, Simon, is just a facade. That's not the real me. I usually don't bring my walls down, my barriers, but with you, I feel like I can trust you," I told him. And it was true. I felt different with him.

"So now, tell me, why were you crying?" I asked him.

"Luna told me she has a boyfriend, Matteo," he responded. "So?"

"I have a crush on her."

Oh. I totally understand him. Matteo did the same thing to me. We were dating, but he didn't love me. He loved Luna. And that, my friends, is one of the reasons I hate her so much. I decided to tell this to Simon.

"Look, I get it. Back when we were dating, Matteo did the same thing. We were together, but he didn't love me, he loved Luna. Sometimes the person who you love doesn't love you back. If they were meant to be together, that's just fate. Maybe you and I were meant to be with other people that are not Matteo or Luna, Simon."

"That's true. And now I'm better, thanks to you. Seriously, Ámbar, thank you. We should hang out more often. How about we go grab a smoothie on the Jam & Roller?" he told me.

"How do you know about Roller? Do you go there? I asked. I'd never seen him there, so it was weird.

"Well, I went there yesterday to ask for a job and they said yes. There were some guys named Nico and Pedro and the manager was Tamara. They were all nice and I start today, but if we get there early, we might be able to make it before my shift. So what do you think? You up for it?" he asked.

I'm gonna be honest, I liked Simon, in a friendly way, don't get me wrong. So I couldn't say no.

"Yeah, why not? Meet you at the Blake's entrance after the last bell. See you, Simon."

"Bye, Ámbar," he said. I was so excited for my "date" with Simon that I didn't even pay attention to any teacher. I gotta be honest, I liked him (I know I said I didn't earlier, but I lied). And a lot. I hope he likes me too. But I have an obstacle in my way, the one that always makes me come in last place:

Luna.