A couple weeks passed and Ashton found himself losing his mind. He was spiralling out of control as he tried to figure out what to do with his feelings towards Betsy that only seemed to grow stronger as the days flew by.

He made friends with the butterflies in his stomach and was quite content on keeping them there. He liked the feeling he got when he talked to Betsy, listened to her voice and simply stared at her as she sent him a smile whilst they passed in the hallways.

He was so fucking whipped.

But it seemed Betsy was only interested in being friends with Ashton, as she made it all too clear she didn't like him.

At least that's what she told herself.

The two of them silently, subtly and definitely knew that something was evidently there. Some sort of connection, a one-sided love that was either unrequited or requieted. The problem is, neither of them knew what do with themselves or each other.

Ashton wasn't sure if he should confess his feelings and Betsy didn't know if she even liked the guy as a friend, let alone a potential love interest.

Luca on the other hand, outcatsed in the whole context of love that was brewing between his sister and the guy he hated—was watching it unfold right in front of him.

And he despised it all.