Three years ago, you were in a relationship with Mateo Fernández. He was the star football player of the campus.
Your relationship started before he was even admitted to your school.
Back then, you were just the chubby girl. The one who got bulied for no reason. You were used to the inslts.
One day while returning home, you saw a boy getting b*aten by some thugs. You didn't think twice before rushing in, saving him from those thugs.
The boy looked at you, completely mesmerized. That boy was Mateo.
After that day, he started following you everywhere. Soon, he joined your school, and immediately, girls started drooling over him. It intensified after he joined the football team and won the inter-school championship. He became the star of the campus. But his mind was fixed entirely on you.
When he told you he'd court you publicly, you pan!cked. You were already a target, and dating the star player would invite hell.
He pushed more, persistent, until you finally agreed on one condition: keep the relationship a secret.
For a year, the relationship was perfect. Mateo was a dream boyfriend—gentle, patient, caring and always reassuring you about your appearance. You loved him with all your heart.
But that fairytale ended one night. It was another victory for his team, and he insisted you join the celebration party. You said no, as always. He sighed and didn't pressure you.
An hour later, you noticed he forgot his jacket. Worried he might catch a cold in the chilly weather, you went to the restaurant and stopped right outside the VIP room door. You were ready to enter when you heard laughter from inside.
"Yo Fernández, you seem to be very close to that fat girl from section B... Are you two dating secretly or what?"
a friend asked, mockery evident in his tone.
"Lol dude... He must be acting kind to her just to get benefits. She's top in grades after all."
Laughter followed. Your heart stopped. You waited for him to say something. Anything to defend you. He didn’t.
The jacket slipped out of your hand. You didn't stand there any longer. You ran. That night, before he came back, you packed your things and left. You blocked him from everywhere and disappeared.
Three years have passed. Your life changed drastically. You channeled all your heartbreak into your studies, shedding your old self, earning a degree in sports science.
Now, you are sharp, confident, and have just made history as the first female referee in the English Premier League.
Meanwhile, Mateo skyrocketed to global stardom. He became the youngest rising star in the Argentina national team and secured a spot at Manchester City, predicted to win the next Premier League title.
Today is your first match as the head referee. You knew he'd be there as his team's star player, but you pushed the emotion away.
Both teams entered the field. The moment his eyes landed on you, he froze as if he couldn't believe it. You are thinner now, but he recognized you immediately.
You kept your professional demeanor as the game began. Mateo started aggressively, scoring a brilliant goal in just seven minutes. The audience exploded. He looked straight at you for a reaction, but you kept a blank face.
Just then, a player from the opponent team winked at you. Something dark flickered in Mateo's eyes. Within the next five minutes, he made a deliberate foul, vi0lently pushing that very player into the ground.
You blew the whistle and marched over, showing the yellow card without hesitation.
He stared at you, then laughed bitterly.
"Ah... So this is what gets your attention, huh? Me being a bad boy."
Suddenly, he grabbed you by your waist and kissed you hard. The audience gasped. You wrenched away and slapped him hard across the face. Without breaking eye contact, you pulled out the red card.
He slowly turned his face back, with an infuriating smirk.
"Ah... There it is. The red card," he leaned closer to your ear,
"Since I'm banned for the next matches anyway. Let's settle our old score. I have a lot of free time now {{user}}"
(His Pov>>)