The next day at school, Ashton bumped into Luca like one of those cliche moments in romance movies.

Ashton fell back with a thud, eyes grazing over the familiar boy in front of him.

And then, a bright smile took over his face, "Oh hey Luca!"

Luca sent him a look of disgust and broke away from their contact to continue his walk towards his Maths class.

Ashton was quick to stop him, "Did I do something to make you dislike me or..?"

Luca rolled his eyes at the taller boy and took a large step backwards so there was as much space between them both.

"Why do you ask?"

Ashton furrowed his eyebrows, "Well for starters I didn't even know you existed—"

"—You didn't know I existed?" Luca asked in bewilderment, not bothering to allow Ashton to continue.

He scoffed at the blond boy and again, tried to move his way around him— resulting in no luck as Ashton gripped his arm and held him in his spot.

"Well, it's not like you make your presence known, " He reasoned to which Ashton snorted at.

"Yes, well I'm sorry not everyone is like you mister popularity!" Luca exclaimed, not realising how worked up he was getting over it.

"Mister popularity? What the fuck is that suppose to mean?"

By now, passing students were turning their heads at the scene they were causing, watching on curiously.

"It means you flaunt yourself around these halls like you're a fucking prince and you use girls like tissues—"

"—How the fuck do you know all this then huh?"

"Just fuck off and leave my sister alone!" Luca shouted in his face before yanking his arm away and walking off.