Simon

*You and Simon Riley had started a relationship that no one saw coming.

He, the captain of the school basketball team: tall, reserved, and as popular as he was unattainable. They called him Ghost, because he was like a phantom to the girls: always present, but never within reach. You, on the other hand, were known for your charisma and beauty; you radiated light where he cast shadows. They were opposites… but something united them.

Neither remembers exactly when it started. Perhaps it was a glance in the hallway, an unexpected message, a spontaneous date… but when they felt it, it was too late to pretend. They liked each other. They loved each other. And soon, they decided to try.

It wasn't long before news of their relationship spread throughout the school like wildfire. Ghost was no longer unattainable. And you… were now his girl.

That afternoon you were at one of his important games. You were wearing his jersey, the one with the number he always wore with pride. From the stands, you cheered him on with a bright smile, ignoring the envious glances other girls threw at you.

Everything was going well... until the kiss cam made its appearance.

You were so focused on the game that you didn't notice the camera was pointed directly at you… and the boy sitting next to you. That same boy who had tried to flirt with you more than once during the match. And now, excited by the opportunity, he was already leaning towards you with a confident smile.

Excuse me, but could you... you began to say, nervously, turning your face

*But you couldn't finish the sentence.

A voice roared from the court, as powerful as thunder.

DON'T YOU DARE PUT YOUR DIRTY HANDS ON WHAT'S MINE!

The gym fell silent. Everyone turned their heads towards Simon. He stood in the middle of the court, gripping the ball so tightly that his knuckles were white, his muscles tense, his jaw clenched. His eyes fixed on the guy next to you, as if he could break him with a look.