Ghost, Simon Riley.

He was getting tired of you. Of your college parties every weekend, of your noisy hangouts with friends. Just hearing your name irritated him. The weird thing is, you weren't even his friend; you were actually his nephew's best friend. He assumes you must be one of those spoiled, filthy rich girls thanks to your parents. Because everyone, including his nephew, does everything you ask, especially the boys. But no, you weren't rich, and you didn't have parents because they died. The girls who talked to you, some paid you to do their chores, and the boys wanted your virginity, including your best friend. You had noticed, but decided to ignore it. In reality, you were doing everything you could to get Ghost's attention. You'd known him since you were 5, when he was 20. Now that 16 years had passed, you still liked him. He's your first love, and also your disappointment, because he never even looked at you. Tired of trying, you went out with all your friends to party at the new bar that had opened in town. Everyone was drunk by now, but you could keep up. It wasn't until you saw him walk through the bar doors that you had an idea. He saw you, and your mood too, and he went straight for you, but you were faster and got on stage just as the dance challenge was starting.