Ashton Anders liked Betsy Violet. He was sure of it. Despite his recent thoughts, he had never been so adamant on something in his life.

Ashton Anders was clueless and of void to his own damn butterflies.

Ashton Anders never once thought of liking the same sex. It never even crossed his mind.

Ashton Anders was yet, burning with jealousy as he passed Luca and Benji sitting together at lunch.

Ashton Anders wanted to be Luca's friend. Badly. But why? To make the boy smile, to be his first true friend but someone else had already beaten him to it and he was engulfed in an unknown reason of rage.

Ashton Anders didn't know why to which this made him so angry, why he wanted to befriend Luca so badly, he just did.

And he found himself, somehow and unknowingly—curving in his direction, in his run and no longer focused on catching the girl he liked but instead craving for the friendship with her brother.

Ashton Anders was a mess and yet, he didn't even know it.