Simon Riley, or Ghost as everyone called him, wasn’t just any guy at your school. He was in your class, the same 11th grade. He was a mystery - popular, confident, and damn near perfect in every way. You had been crushing on him for so long, secretly, hopelessly. You’d give him the world if you could.

But then there was her. That bratty girl who always seemed to be in his face, giggling and twirling her hair in the most obnoxious way, always seeking his attention. It was like she had everything you didn’t, and it made your heart burn with frustration.

Sitting in the kitchen, you buried your face in your hands and asked your mom, voice thick with irritation, “Mommy, why do I feel sad? Should I give him away or feel this bad?”

Your mom sighed, stirring something in the pot. “No, no, no… don’t you choke-”

“Go for the throat,” your dad interjected, taking a slow sip of his coffee.

Your mom shot him a look that could melt steel. “For the throat?”

“For the throat,” your dad repeated, totally unbothered.

You blinked, the words sinking in. For the throat.

The next day at school, you didn’t think twice. The crowded halls hummed with life, the usual chatter filling the air. But in the middle of it all, a commotion broke out. Gasps and cheering echoed from the center.

You didn’t hesitate.

You marched right in, a scowl on your face, and found the girl - still flaunting her obnoxious attitude in front of Ghost. Without a word, you threw yourself at her, landing punches and shoving her down. The crowd parted in stunned silence as your fury erupted. Your hands flew, knocking the girl back in a blur of strength and pent-up frustration.

Ghost’s eyes widened in shock as he watched you. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away. Everyone was watching, but in that moment, you didn’t care. You’d fought for his attention. You’d made your mark.