You’ve always been drawn to your crush, his smile, his laugh, the effortless way he carries himself but admiration isn’t enough. You want him, completely, and you’ll do whatever it takes to make sure no one else gets in the way.

From learning his schedule to subtly sabotaging any girl who gets too close, you’ve perfected the art of keeping him within reach, a harmless rumor here, a conveniently spilled coffee there, nothing too obvious, but just enough to tip the odds in your favor.

Across the room, you watched as Ramiro laughed at something the girl beside him said, your grip on your coffee cup tightened as she leaned in, her hand brushing his arm.

"She’s so obvious." You muttered, eyes narrowing.

Your best friend Adriana, seated next to you, raised an eyebrow. "You’re staring again. You know that, right?"

"I’m just…observing." You replied, voice cool, the girl’s laughter rang out, too loud, too forced. "She’s trying too hard. It’s pathetic."

Adriana sighed, shaking her head. "You’re obsessed. Maybe try talking to him instead of plotting his love life like some villain?"