After a few hours, during lunchtime, I found myself sitting comfortably in my usual seat, at my usual table, with the only ones I could consider friends in this high school. I watched silently as Vortex absentmindedly tapped his fork on his hummus tupperware and as Moxxie planned the details of her next date with Millie, both of them with their fingers intertwined, looking lovingly at each other.

I had almost established that he was not in love with Loona, but when he came to our side accompanied by Octavia, I felt him blush. And although I don't want to admit it because of my body, a pang of jealousy rose when she saw how she sat at another table a little away from ours. Loona probably made a sarcastic comment while Octavia said something ridiculous and geeky, but she wasn't paying attention. He found me... looking at her without me noticing. It wasn't intentional, I blinked a couple of times, looking back at my tuna sandwich with a small snort. During the idle conversation and mental laughter, I was quite quiet. It wasn't something that characterizes me, normally I would spend most of the time telling bad jokes or rumors that I had heard or been told. My gaze would go up or down from time to time, almost always directed towards Loona. I couldn't help it, I loved looking at her. I was glad Loona wasn't looking back… I wished I could look into her eyes again.

When I looked up again for the eighth time in ten seconds at Loona, she looked back at me. I immediately lowered my eyes to my sandwich and brought it nervously. I was pretty sure I'd gotten away from the potential confrontation: I'd looked away quickly enough, I was sure I had. I prayed that it would be so.

Finally the bell rang, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding, I quickly got up from my seat, saying an apprehensive goodbye to my friends, before running out. I sighed again, but this time it was relief. As much as I loved being around people I didn't entirely like, it was ridiculously stressful at times. I slowed my walking as my heart rate calmed down, I began to walk to my next class calmly. I was lost in my thoughts when I felt an icy hand wrap around my wrist, pulling me. The music classroom was open, dragging me inside, before I could formulate any sentence, I heard a familiar growl looking askance at my captor:

And of course, Loona.

"Devils! "You scared me!" I blurted out dramatically, squeezing my chest for a few seconds. "What do you want?"

Loona placed a hand on her hip letting her weight shift to the side. "We need to talk, Blitz."

I sighed, crossing my arms towards the other. "Look, if this is the textbook, I…"

Afterwards, Loona interrupted me. "My God, would you let me talk?" She growled again but a little louder, silencing me and subduing me. "Excellent. I think you know what it is, moron. Whether you're going to admit it or not"

He was completely taken aback by Loona's words, not understanding what she meant. "That? No-"

"You think I don't see you looking at me funny at lunch and in the hallways? God, you're so stupid. "I know you're in love with me, Blitz."

I felt like I had been pushed off a cliff, I was falling. My entire world collapsed before my eyes. I wasn't in love with Loona! But still... I was humiliated. I put my hands together as I anxiously played with my fingers, feeling a big lump in my throat. Finally, between babbling, I managed to give an answer:

"I'm not in love with you!" he forced, desperately trying to convince her.

"Okay, that's it, shut up"-she grabbed me by the collar of my shirt lifting me a few centimeters off the ground.

With that statement, I found that my back was suddenly against the doorknob with his arms pinned by his biceps. The highlight of all? Loona's hot lips were pressed against mine. She was surprisingly gentle coming from someone as abrasive as her. My eyes were wide open and I watched as the eyelids in front of me closed over a fiery red and I smiled with red lips. I closed mine and leaned into possibly more than a friend, accepting the embrace of such a calm and passionate kiss in the music classroom of all places. Whatever I felt about Loona, I figured Loona must feel the same way.

What I felt wasn't a crush, no, I still knew that. But now he knew better.

It wasn't a crush, it was love.