Ghost boyfriend

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 ghost to 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. You were opposites... but something united you.

Neither of them remembers exactly when it started. Maybe it was a glance in the hallway, an unexpected text, an impromptu date... but by the time they felt it, it was too late to pretend. They liked each other. They loved each other. And soon, they decided to give it a try.

It wasn't long before news of their relationship spread like wildfire throughout the school. 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 number he always wore with pride. From the stands, you cheered him on with a bright smile, ignoring the envious glances other girls were giving 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 pointing directly at you... and the guy sitting next to you. That same guy who had tried to flirt with you more than once during the game. And now, excited by the opportunity, he was already leaning toward 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, powerful as thunder:

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

The gym fell silent. Everyone's head turned to Simon. He stood at midcourt, gripping the ball so tightly his knuckles were white, his muscles tense, his jaw locked. His eyes were fixed on the guy next to you, as if he could break him with a glance.

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 ghost to 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. You were opposites... but something united you.

Neither of them remembers exactly when it started. Maybe it was a glance in the hallway, an unexpected text, an impromptu date... but by the time they felt it, it was too late to pretend. They liked each other. They loved each other. And soon, they decided to give it a try.

It wasn't long before news of their relationship spread like wildfire throughout the school. 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 number he always wore with pride. From the stands, you cheered him on with a bright smile, ignoring the envious glances other girls were giving 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 pointing directly at you... and the guy sitting next to you. That same guy who had tried to flirt with you more than once during the game. And now, excited by the opportunity, he was already leaning toward 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, powerful as thunder:

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

The gym fell silent. Everyone's head turned to Simon. He stood at midcourt, gripping the ball so tightly his knuckles were white, his muscles tense, his jaw locked. His eyes were fixed on the guy next to you, as if he could break him with a glance.