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It was one of those lazy summer afternoons when they were younger, the kind where the world felt small and warm. Katie had dragged Leo and his cousins into the backyard, armed with a plastic tea set, and declared they were "playing house."

Eli and Ava took their roles as the kids a little too seriously. Within five minutes, they'd turned feral, shrieking nonsense and chucking plastic food across the lawn. Leo leaned back on his hands and sighed dramatically. “If this is what having kids is like, count me out.” Katie laughed beside him, curling her fingers around the handle of her fake tea like it was real. “Don’t be such a grump,” she said. “They’re not really our kids. Ours would be cooler.” He turned to look at her, caught off guard by the casual ours. “Yeah?” he asked, trying not to sound too hopeful. “You reckon?” She shrugged like it was obvious. “Definitely. They’d be funny. And smart. And—y’know—ours.” Her eyes twinkled a little when she said it. Leo blinked at her, the corners of his mouth tugging up before he could stop them. He didn’t say anything else, just tucked the thought somewhere quiet, somewhere he could keep it safe.

Then a plastic cup smacked him square in the forehead.

“Eli!” he shouted, scrambling to his feet as Eli bolted across the garden, squealing. Leo took off after him, already grinning, with Katie’s laughter trailing behind him—light and easy, like it used to be back then.

Today was the day. Today was Katie’s baby shower. He didn’t know if Jake would be there, but if Leo had to stand around and watch them act like the perfect family, he might just lose his mind (more than he already was).

Leo was fully dressed, shoes on and everything, but he laid in bed with his arm over his eyes, unmoving, for an hour. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe. The love of his life was really having a baby with someone else. Leo didn’t want a baby this young, but god, he wished it was his just to avoid feeling like this. He’d take the fifty million lectures from his parents, judgmental looks from his peers, and even Nick wanting to kill him even more than he already did if it meant he didn’t have to bear witness to this.   

His bedroom door slowly creaked open and shut before he felt the bed dip near his feet. Leo assumed it was his father, but he didn’t bother removing his arm from his eyes to be sure. “I’ll be fine. I just needed a moment.” He wanted to speak first to avoid any further conversation, but then his voice cracked, and he knew he wouldn’t be so lucky. The mystery person was confirmed to be his dad when he told Leo that he didn’t have to go if he really didn’t want to. Leo chuckled bitterly at that. Not only would his mom be mad at him, but he didn’t want to disappoint Katie. Was she the reason for his pain? Yes, but they were still best friends. How could he say that he was in love with her if he couldn’t show up for her even when it was hard for him? Especially during one of the most important times in her life? Katie didn’t get pregnant on purpose, and it felt unfair to punish her for it. “No, dad, it’s fine I just—” Leo’s voice was caught in his throat. “I just need to—” he tried again but this time a quiet sob came out instead of words. He was not going to do this. Leo was not going to cry right now. He finally sat up to catch his bearings, but the look on his dad’s face told Leo that he’d already lost it. If Leo could see himself, he’d know his eyes were already red and damp from unshed tears, and his face flushed red. Leo sighed heavily, letting his head drop, and this time he didn’t bother to stop the gut-wrenching sob that tore through his chest, or the next one, or the one after that. He squeezed his eyelids shut in hopes the tears would stop but they just wouldn’t. His father attempted to comfort him, but Leo pushed him away. He didn’t need to be comforted because Leo was fine. Couldn’t his dad see that? 

Leo didn’t want to be honest with himself and admit that he was grieving the future he thought he and Katie would have together. They were supposed to be each other’s first everything. There would never be only him and Katie — there’d be him, Katie, and a baby that was Jake’s which meant, in one way or another, Jake would always be around. This was not how things were supposed to go. Leo couldn’t believe it — he didn’t want to believe it.

His breath hitched as he tried to calm down, wiping at his cheeks with the sleeve of his shirt like that’d erase everything he was feeling. Leo wasn’t even sure if he was angry or heartbroken anymore—maybe both. Maybe neither. Maybe he was just tired of pretending it didn’t hurt, of acting like he was just Katie’s best friend and nothing more these days. Of swallowing every feeling he’d ever had for her just to keep her in his life. “I’m fine, dad, please,” Leo gasped as his father reached for him again. He jerked away. “I said I’m fine, okay? Just—just leave it.”

But Prince didn’t. He moved slower, steadier, and wrapped his arms around Leo before he could protest again. Leo fought it again at first—tensing, shaking his head, fists balled against his father’s chest like he could still pretend he didn’t need this. But the second he felt the weight of his dad’s hand cradle the back of his head, Leo let it happen and broke down once again in his father’s arms. He let out a sob that didn’t even sound like it came from him. Then another. And another. Until he was clinging to his dad like he was a kid again. They both sat on Leo's bed like that, with him crying into his dad’s jumper, his chest heaving with all the heartbreak he’d been pretending wasn’t there. His dad didn’t say much—just held him tighter, rubbed slow circles into his back, and let him feel it all. Tomorrow, Leo would be embarrassed his dad saw him like this, but right now, Leo needed this. He needed someone to be there while he let it all out. 

It took a while, but eventually, the sobs slowed. Leo’s breathing evened out. He was still red-faced and raw, but the storm had passed. He pulled back enough to wipe his nose on his sleeve again, groaning under his breath. “You’re not gonna tell anyone I cried like this, are you?” His dad gave him a look. “Mate, I’m not sure you’re gonna recover from crying like this.” Leo huffed a weak laugh, then shook his head. “God, I’m sure I look like hell.”

“You’ve looked worse,” his dad said. “Year Eight. Flu. Disaster.” Leo rolled his eyes but smiled faintly. He stood up shakily and gave his arms a shake like he could shake off everything that just happened. “Alright. I’m going.” Prince insisted that he didn’t have to go. “I want to,” Leo cut in. And he meant it. His chest still ached, his heart still bruised beyond recognition, but the clarity was there now. Katie didn’t need to know he fell apart this morning. She just needed him to show up for her because that’s what best friends did.

By the time he got to the baby shower, he’d scrubbed his face clean, put in eye drops to get rid of the redness, and practiced a smile in the rearview mirror that didn’t look quite so fake anymore. When he spotted her across the room—Katie in a soft pink dress that skimmed her bump, her eyes lighting up when she saw him—it hit him all over again, but gentler this time. It was all very bittersweet. She wrapped her arms around him, and Leo hugged her back tightly, longer than he probably should’ve. “You made it,” she beamed. “Of course I did,” Leo said, smiling like nothing had happened. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

He handed her a wrapped box—something small but meaningful—and let her fawn over it while he kept his hands shoved in his pockets and swallowed down the rest of what he felt. She didn’t know he’d spent the morning crying over her. She didn’t know that when heard people congratulating her and Jake, Leo would feel sick to his stomach. And she didn’t know that even now, he’d have given anything to go back in time, just to rewrite the ending.

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Luna hadn’t spoken to her friends in weeks if she felt like she could even still call them that. She just had so much resentment towards them for driving Prince away that, at times, it blinded her to her own fault in the situation. She had been so focused on being a good friend that it made her lose sight of being a good girlfriend. Now, she had neither. Luna focused her attention on school and work. If she wasn’t busy with one, she was doing the other. It had become a bit exhausting, but it was much better than having any downtime to focus on how fucked her life had become. 

“Desi, you have to clean the—what are they called in English? El mejillón?” Luna racked her brain trying to remember the word but gave up after a minute. “Whatever they’re called, you have to clean those before you put them in the paella. It will be disgusting now, but I bet you’re still gonna eat it,” She giggled. Luna and her brother were on FaceTime. It’d been a while since she spoke with him, and since her flat had become so empty, the homesickness was hitting her a little harder than usual. They made plans a few days ago to make her favorite Spanish food together. It was nice to talk to him. Before moving to London, Desi was the person she was closest to because they were only 11 months apart in age, and she needed that again. She opened her mouth to speak until she was interrupted by a knock on her door. Luna raised a brow, not having been expecting any guests. Wiping her hands clean with a dish towel, she picked up her phone and moved towards the door. Her brother asked who it was, and she shrugged. “Either I’ll have to call you back, or you’ll have to call 999.” Luna looked through the peephole and rolled her eyes. “I’ll call you back.” Her brother started to protest, but she hung up on him as she opened the door to see Nick Keller on the other side. 

That day Luna was so annoyed that he’d come over, but she never did give her brother that call back. She and Nick talked for hours, sharing her paella as she explained her disappearing act and how she hadn’t been doing too well. He must’ve pitied her because, after that, Nick would start showing up at Luna’s door a couple times a week. She welcomed the company since she still wasn’t speaking to Matt and Panda, and the other two people in her life didn’t have much of a physical presence anymore. Sometimes Luna would make them dinner, and other times they’d just have tea and chat, but one thing they never did was talk about Prince and Cassie. Nick would tell her about what dumb thing Matt did that day, and she would talk about work and school, never addressing the elephant in the room until one day, Nick just took the leap and asked how Cass was doing. Luna was caught off guard by his question because they’d been talking about when she planned on speaking to their other friends again. “Oh, um, she’s good. She started working at this cafe recently, and she won’t shut up about it because it’s like some dream she’s always had in her head.” He seemed content with the answer, a small smile on his face, although his features showed a hint of sadness. “You’re lucky you get to ask, y’know.” Somehow, Luna figured her words would cheer him up a bit. He looked up at her. “I know it sucks that she didn’t say goodbye and that you’re not the person she still talks to, but I think you’re really lucky for being able to know if she’s doing okay.” He shakes his head but returns to their previous conversation to avoid delving deeper into the topic. They decided she’d go home with him today to make up with Panda and Matt, but that’s the last time they talk about Prince and Cass until a few weeks later.

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Luna would have days where she could be reminded of Prince, be sad for five minutes, and move on with her day. Other times, not so much, and today was a not-so-much day. She’d already cut her hair, but there were still so many things in her flat that reminded her of Prince. Luna wanted to get rid of it all, starting with her bedroom. Every picture was thrown into the bottom drawer of her desk, and she tossed her sheets in the bin and replaced them with some that he never laid in. The biggest task left was her closet.

She made it easy for him to leave. He couldn’t have had much to pack because she found shirt after shirt in her closet. Each one having memories attached to it— him waking her up with coffee in the morning, her secretly stealing it from their trip to Paris because she wanted something to remember it by, him managing to finally convince Luna to skip her uni classes. They didn’t leave her bed once that day. Luna tried to push through the task, but she was spiraling. Her mind was filled with him. She still loved him. She missed him. 

Abandoning her closet, she went to her living room for another distraction. She only got as far as picking up the remote before her tears blinded her vision and a sob clawed its way out. Luna heard the front door open, but she didn’t care enough to lift her head to see who it was. She stopped caring about a lot of things lately like locking the door. It was something she’d always nag at Cass about, but there wasn’t anything in her flat that she cared about anymore, herself included. There was no point. She knew whoever it was didn’t mean her any harm when they asked what was wrong, and she immediately recognized that it was Nick.

She laughed bitterly, finally lifting her head to look at her friend. “What’s always wrong. The reason you even come over here in the first place. We weren’t friends, Nick, let’s be real here, but you come over and look at me with your sad fucking eyes because we had to break each other’s hearts when we had to tell each other that the people we love left us without saying a word, but we sit here and drink tea all the fucking time and pretend that’s not the only reason we’re even talking.” Nick wasn’t put-off by her outburst because he comes and sits next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and encouraging her to rest her head on his, which she does. The pair sit in silence for a while, Luna’s sniffling being the only noise in the room before she speaks up again.

“I never needed him to love me as much as I loved him. I just needed him to love me enough.” Nick asks enough for what? “I don’t know — enough to not leave me. Enough to say fucking goodbye…..enough to take me with him just — enough. Why couldn’t he give me enough?” 

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After that, they stop pretending like their shared fucked up love lives aren’t what’s making them hang out, and they start talking about it more. Nick tells her how much Cass hurt him, and she talks about how much Prince hurt her. Luna tries to reassure him of things without giving too much away. It was honestly nice for Luna to have someone to speak to that understood what she was going through, but it sucked he could never provide her enough back.

One day, he speaks up about his and Prince’s night at the bar the night before he broke up with her. Luna chuckles.“I knew he was going to break up with me that night, Nick.” Nick’s eyes grow wide. He asks if it’s because Prince said something but she shakes her head.“I knew he was going to break up with me because every time I saw him the last few months he was here, I knew he was always so close to doing it. I don’t know why he stayed with me so long. Maybe to torture me and make me feel as bad as he did.” 

“Why did you stay so long then?” 

Luna shrugs. “I guess the same reason why you stayed around for Cass.” 

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Nick and Luna had been hanging out in her bed, staring up at the ceiling as they once again bonded over the trauma Cass and Prince caused them. “A while ago, his mum was here," Luna didn't know why she was bringing this up, but she just thought of the moment and had to share. "But she left and we had this whole thing where I told him that I’d be his person who stays, always.” She said the last word of her sentence with sadness. “I promised I’d never leave him, so I just-“ Luna paused, taking a deep breath to control the aching in her chest that her words were causing. “I just wonder if he realized I needed a person who stays too.” Luna reminds herself of what she told Prince about people who leave— they do it because they're selfish, and there's something wrong with them. It had nothing to do with the people they left. She still believed the former half, but she was struggling with not taking it so personally. Her eyes move from the ceiling to Nick's face. "Do you blame yourself for Cass leaving?" He says no because he doesn't even know why she left. Luna's voice is in a whisper when she asks her next question. "Do you blame yourself for her not saying goodbye, then?" Nick is quiet for a beat, but he eventually says no to that too. He repeats the question back to her. She nods her head.

“Nick, I don’t even think them leaving is the issue.” Nick is confused and looks at her, but she refocuses her gaze on the ceiling. “They never asked us to go with them. They left everything behind and we weren’t special enough to be exceptions.” Luna briefly considered how much her comment might sting for Nick because Cass did have an exception, and she was laying right next to him. At least when Prince left, he decided no one was worth speaking to anymore, including the person he trusted enough to tell that he was leaving. Luna rolls over and rests her head on his chest and he welcomes it. “How could we be so in love with people who just viewed us as the same as everyone else?” Nick lightens the mood by joking about them hooking up. Luna laughs and pushes him away, and they joke about why they’d never.

"I like talking to you, Nick, seriously." They gaze at each other, smiles on their faces. "I'm sorry I told Cass that you're like a stale piece of bread, and I don't know why she hangs out with you." They both laugh before he pushes her off of her bed. She hits the floor with a thud. "Okay, I accept that I deserved that," Luna groaned as she stood up. That doesn't stop her from punching him in the arm, though. "So what's for dinner, Keller?"

Leo and Summer were always the last ones to leave the shop. It’s how they became friends because besides cleaning up and closing down for the day, there wasn’t much else for them to do but talk to each other. She became his new best friend, which meant she was privy to every detail of his life these days, including Katie. Summer would usually roll her eyes and attempt to change the subject when she came up, but Leo was in a crisis right now, and he needed Summer's advice.

It'd been a week since Katie came over to tell Leo she couldn't be in his life anymore. Sleeping with her was his pathetic attempt at keeping her from walking away from him, from them. Leo should’ve let her go. If they couldn’t make it as friends like they used to be, how the hell could they ever make it as a couple? He didn’t know, but standing there, remembering how he once felt for her and hearing how she currently felt for him made him afraid to not do it. There wasn’t a version of his life that didn’t involve Katie, and he needed her. At the time, sex was the only way he could think to express that need. Once it was all said and done, Leo couldn’t bring himself to say anything more to her. He just got dressed and mumbled how he thought she should leave before hiding in his bathroom to contemplate what he’d just done and what it all meant. He only came back out once he heard her leave.

Leo explained all of this to his friend. "You have got to be taking the piss right now, Leo. You did not sleep with her," Summer groaned. He asked her if that was so crazy. "Yes! You're supposed to be moving on and getting out of toxic cycles, and you were doing so well. What happened?" Leo shrugged. He couldn't give Summer an answer besides the one he already gave. Though, he was starting to get annoyed. His cycle with Ximena wasn't any less toxic than the one with Katie, yet Summer was all for his relationship with Ximena. They were actually beginning to mirror each other. He could stop being friends with Katie to make it work with her, but Summer and Ximena suggested that before, and he had refused. What happened between him and Katie last week was just another indicator that he couldn't leave her alone. "So, how do you really feel? About Katie, I mean, after everything she said?"

"I feel like," Leo paused, choked up by the onslaught of emotions he was feeling. "I can't live without her. I love her. We were quite literally born for each other. She's my soulmate. I wish I could explain where it's all coming from, but I guess you just had to be there," Leo chuckled awkwardly. It was true, though, he couldn't explain. He had built this dam around his feeling for Katie. They never left, nor did he stop thinking about them from time to time, but he was able to keep them at bay because he suppressed them in order to move on. Once there was one crack in the dam, there was no stopping the flood of his feelings from coming back to him. If that was what Katie wanted to accomplish that night, she was quite successful. Summer wrapped her arms around Leo with a sigh. She pulled away, keeping her hands on his shoulders. "I know I haven't been the most supportive of you and her, but if that's really how you feel, Leo, then you ought to just try things out with her. Stop thinking about the past, what you're supposed to do, how other people feel, or how it'll affect your friends and family if it doesn't work out. Just...try." Leo was shocked by his friend's words. That was probably the most positive thing she's had to say about Katie in the past year. If Summer was saying he should be with Katie, it must be a sign.

“this can mean something…if you want it to?”

⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱

Luna tossed and turned in her bed, and it’s what she’s been doing for the past few hours too. She rolls over and groans into her pillow before settling on her back again and staring at her ceiling. 2:37am. It was a good thing there wasn’t class tomorrow, or she’d be screwed. She reached over for her phone because the sensory overload of social media should help her go to sleep, right? Luna spent a total of 8 minutes on Twitter before deciding everyone was too stupid to be allowed to share their opinions publicly and 10 minutes on Instagram. She liked a couple pictures and saved some posts for inspiration later, but after that was done, she was back to staring at her ceiling and not falling asleep. “Que tienes, Luna?” She whispered to herself. This time when she picks up her phone, she goes to her messages with her thumb hovering over Prince's name. He was the only person she knew who’d be awake at this hour, and although she hadn’t particularly been in the mood, a thrill runs through her body at the thought of seeing him right now. 

Opening their messages, a laugh slips past her lips. The last message was from her calling him a dick out of context. The text before it was unrelated, and he never responded to this one, but she laughed because he ran off with her shirt after they hooked up in the broom closet at school. The story she had to spin to Cass when she asked her to bring her a shirt was completely crazy and, frankly, nonsensical. She was sure Cass was onto her for sleeping with someone new after that one, and Luna had to lay low to not raise her suspicions further. Inviting him over with Cass down the hall was laying low, right? It wasn't, but Cassie was sleeping, so Luna wasn’t not going to ask him to come over. She was nervous, though. The two of them were past pretending that they didn’t like having sex with each other. They’d even graduated to going to his place sometimes, but he’d never come over to hers before, and certainly not at her proposition this late at night. 

Luna types and deletes her text probably a hundred times before settling on ‘i can’t sleep :(‘ which wasn’t even all that good, and she regretted it the moment she sent it. The sad face was lame, but without it, the text seemed boring. She kept overthinking the longer her message went unanswered until she saw his message notification on her lock-screen. ‘So?’ That was all he had to say? Prince was really going to make her work for this. Instead of texting back, Luna opens Snapchat. She was only wearing underwear to bed and was feeling a bit cheeky. Holding her phone above her, Luna takes her time making sure everything looks good — her hair perfectly fanned out, her blanket covering her boobs enough to be suggestive because she can’t send him a nude. If he wants to see her naked, he has to come over. She types out, ‘so come over?’ and waits to see that he opened it. Luna swipes back over to their messages and sends her address without waiting for a response. She hasn’t been this straightforward with Prince yet. Did he like that? Maybe he liked girls who let him do the chasing? But Prince was quiet, so he had to like a girl who was bold. She was pulled out of her thoughts when her phone chimed again. He liked the message. 

Luna sat up in her bed. Was he coming over? How far was he from her right now? Should she clean up? Her room wasn’t messy, but maybe she should double-check. Would he like her room? People’s bedrooms said a lot about them, and hers was a bit vintage eclectic, so maybe he’d think she was weird. She looked at the time again. 3:08am. Cass would be up for her run soon, so they’d have to be quick or wait until after she left for him to sneak out. Her thoughts were running a mile a minute, but the worries seized the moment her phone chimed again, and it was him telling her to hurry up because he was outside. Now, Luna just felt excitement. She couldn’t believe that actually worked. Throwing on a random shirt, she tip-toed downstairs to open the door. She tried not to seem too happy that he was there, but Luna couldn’t help the slight smile on her face when she opened the door to let him in. She led him through her living room and straight to her bedroom.

When they were done, she doesn't expect him to stay, but Luna doesn’t want him to leave either. She thought about offering to go another round, but the words never leave her lips. She couldn’t seem desperate or attached. Instead, she propped herself up on her elbows and watches him get dressed before begrudgingly joining him. They didn’t have much time before Cass would be awake, so they quickly (and quietly) make their way to her front door. He was about to leave, but Luna couldn’t resist pulling him in for one last kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. It was by a mere thread of self-control Luna had that they weren’t taking their clothes off again right in her doorway. “Okay, you really have to go before Cass wakes up,” she giggles. Luna opens the door for Prince, but before he’s fully out of the door, he turns to her. “This can mean something…if you want it to?” Luna is surprised by what Prince was offering her. “Yeah, you know where I live,” she says in response with a smirk on her lips. Once he’s around the corner and out of sight, Luna closes the door before leaning against it. Did they just officially become each other's booty call?

“i should have never kissed you.”

⊰ v. princess and the moon ⊱

Smoothing her hands over the lapels of her blazer, Luna twisted and turned to check herself out in the mirror. She looked nice — her shirt was undone a button too low and her skirt was shorter than their school dress code allowed, just how she liked it. She ran her hands through her perfectly curled hair before leaning in to check out her makeup. Luna always took forever to get dressed for class. Cass always had to yell at her that Nick was outside waiting and they were going to be late, but Luna was very meticulous when it came to her appearance, and today much more than the others because it was the first day back after she and Prince slept together.

The entire weekend Luna tried to keep her mind off of it. She was successful, for the most part, unless she caught a glimpse of the mark he left on her chest whilst she showered. The brunette had gotten annoyed with him at the time, but she didn’t dwell on it because she was far more distracted by his hands slipping underneath her dress and making her gasp his name. “Hello? Luna? We’re at school.” Luna jumped slightly, not realizing she had spaced out until Cass started speaking to her. She ignored the look her best friend was giving her, grabbed her backpack, and headed inside. 

The day had gone by well. They didn’t have class together today, and she managed to never run into him in the halls. What she hadn’t anticipated, though, was Matt asking her about him. Luna had stopped by her locker to switch out her books for her next class when he appeared next to her, a cheeky smile on his face. “So you and Prince, huh?” He asked. She could feel the color drain from her face but laughed to keep herself from giving him a hint about anything. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Matt rolled his eyes. “C’mon, Luna, he told me about what happened.”

“Nothing happened, okay?” She snapped. Her hand subconsciously moves to the mark on her chest. “I have to go. I’ve got other stuff to do.” Luna didn’t wait for a response from Matt before storming away. Mathew watched her go, shrugging his shoulders. “Guess I’ll never be able to make those two get along.” 

Luna had become so consumed by the second half of the night that she completely forgot about what even made Prince pull her into that room in the first place. They’d fought in front of everyone, and she even threatened to tell them how he was the one who gave her the black eye (but that was something only Luna and Prince knew). Matt hadn’t been around for it, either. He was off trying to get his ex-girlfriend to forgive him for cheating on her again. By the time he came back, Matt could only find Prince and knew something was bothering him. He shouldn’t have been surprised to hear that Luna and Prince fought. “You guys should just try and be friends,” Matt suggested. Prince glared at him. “Just start over with each other. It’d be good for everyone. I’ll talk to her about it at school.” Matt was sure Prince didn’t hear a word he said because he just up and left without saying anything. That became the least of Matt’s worries when he spotted his ex-girlfriend again. 

None of that was on her mind. She only heard that Prince told Matt something, and she assumed the worst. Her blood was boiling, and annoying enough, she knew exactly where to find Prince. She knew he had art class, and that the teacher would let him hang out in there after. Luna was angry, but she still wasn’t dumb enough to not check if there was anyone around. It was lunchtime, so the foot traffic in this part of the school was pretty much non-existent. She barged into the room, sure to close the door behind her, and there he was. Luna wasn’t thinking calmly or rationally, at this point. She storms over to him and snatches the paintbrush out of his hand before throwing it across the room. Prince glared at her, asking what the hell her problem was. “Why did you tell?” She shoved him. “You know, Prince, you’re a piece of shit, but I never took you as someone who liked to kiss and tell. Why the fuck did you tell Matt?” Luna goes to shove him again, but Prince is expecting it this time and grabs her by the wrists. Luna pulls away but she doesn’t go too far. He insists that he didn’t tell Matt anything, but she doesn’t believe him. Prince scoffs. “I should’ve never kissed you.” At least that’s one thing they could agree on. “You really shouldn’t have. Now I have to worry if anyone knows about what we did.”