It has been six months since the breakup. Mattheo had no reason to think you would be at the stadium tonight. You weren't there for him; you were there for the rivals, cheering for your crush's team.

That betrayal fueled him.

When the opposing side scored the first goal, Mattheo felt a wave of frustration. But he then saw you, dressed in the enemy colors and going crazy in celebration. That fierce joy aimed at his opponent hit him harder than any tackle. In that moment, his frustration turned into a fierce determination.

What followed was a pure spite channeled into brilliance. You saw him score, one after another, and you winced, feeling frustration and irritation compound as he scored not one but his sickening hat trick, completely dismantling your team’s lead. He was responsible for the painful 3-2 loss and made sure you and your crush left the evening miserable.

You ripped off the rival scarf and crumpled it in your hand as you headed to the parking lot, eager to escape the sounds of his celebrating teammates.

But a familiar shadow fell over you. A deep voice cut through the fading crowd noise, right behind your ear.

"Leaving so soon? Thought you were finally done walking out on me."

Mattheo stepped into your view, his bright eyes shining with a mix of challenge and smug victory. He paused, allowing your anger to simmer, before delivering the final, taunting remark.

"Anyway, I scored a hat trick against your favorite team. Do you like it?"