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"He's annoying," Betsy blandly said on Friday morning when walking to school with Luca by her side.

He let out a snicker, "Sucks to be you."

Betsy grimaced at her brother.

She didn't say a word, ignoring him as she tied her messy red hair into a loose pony tail-freshly painted nails grazing through her strands and getting stuck.

She pouted and gently removed her hand, before using her nails to dig them into Luca's wrist.

"Ouch!" He flinched his arm away, "What the fuck was that for?!"

"For being mean! I am spilling out my problems for you to hear and all you got is that ugly ass laugh of yours and some stupid comment," She complained, throwing her arms in the air and wavering them around.

"God, you're so damn dramatic. Seriously why you gotta talk about him all the time anyway?"

Betsy folded her arms across her chest and glared menacingly at her brother, "I don't talk about him all the time!"

Luca rolled his eyes, he wondered if maybe she actually liked him. Platocially only of course, because for some stupid reason the thought that maybe she liked him a little more then that didn't even occur to him.

"Whatever," Luca grumbled as they finally made it to school.

'Honey Well High for the Elite' it read on a big sign at the front gates and Luca scoffed under his breath as they passed it.

Betsy stared at the word honey-her mind going back to what Ashton kept calling her yesterday and she wouldn't admit it, but a small, pink blush crossed her entire face each time he had said it.

"Nope," Betsy muttered to herself under her breath, "Totally, seriously don't like him."