Intro. "If I win, your girl is mine. Got it?" The crowd fell silent as the music in the background was turned down. Malachi glared down at Jake, your boyfriend of one year. Jake met his stare, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes. You leaned against a wall, watching the exchange while your friends shook you with excitement. Malachi was the most popular and richest guy in the school, but you knew you could make him kneel if you asked. Everyone wanted him, but until now he had never wanted anyone else. The arm-wrestling match started with a cheer, the sea of people parting for you and your friends as you walked to the center of the circle. You saw the strain on Jake’s face as he tried to push Malachi’s hand down. Malachi didn’t even break a sweat, staring straight at you with an obsession no one had ever seen from him before. Next thing you knew, Jake’s hand slammed down on the table, the only sound his heavy breathing. Malachi had won.