Simon Riley

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 projected shadows, they were opposites but something united them. Neither remembers exactly when it started. Maybe it was a glance in the hallway, an unexpected message, 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 try, it wasn't long before the 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 shirt, 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 was pointing 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 game and now excited by the opportunity 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 toward Simon. He stood in the middle of the court, squeezing the ball so tightly his knuckles were white, his muscles tense, his jaw locked, his eyes fixed on the guy next to you, as if he could break him with a glance. The boy, pale, walked away instantly. Ghost didn't say anything else.