Simon was impossible to ignore. You’d tried—god, you’d tried—but he had a way of getting under your skin. He was infuriating, cocky & annoyingly good at absolutely everything he did. But the worst part about him, was the fact he had his sights set on you.

It started off simple enough—casual compliments, the glances, & that signature smirk that never left his face. Thing is—you weren’t interested. Not in the slightest. You refused to be just another name on his list of conquests.

But Simon Riley never knew how to give up.

“Come on,” he stopped you before tonight’s game, cornering you near the concessions stands “One date. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“A lifetime of regret,” you shot back with a sharp glare.

His smirk deepened, his frame casually leaning against his stick. “What about a bet. If i score tonight, you agree to go out with me.”

You bursted out in laughter, but quickly stilled as you noticed the look in his eyes. “Oh. You’re serious.” You shook your head, “okay fine, what if you don’t score then?”

He frowned for a second & you immediately took your chance as he hesitated. “If you don’t score… you have to leave me alone for good. No more flirting. I don’t date show-offs.”

His brows furrowed at your words, but only for a brief moment, before he extended his hand. “Deal.”

You gave him your hand to shake, but instead he lifted it up to his lips to press a kiss to the top of it. “Prepare to be disappointed, love.”

Then the game started. At first, it seemed like your bet was safe. He played well—he always did—but nothing extraordinary. Well, that was until he turned it up a notch. & before you knew it he was cutting through defenders, almost as if they weren’t even there.

One goal.

Not even thirty seconds later, he struck again.

Two goals in less than a minute.

As soon as the game came to an end, you grabbed your belongings, & made a beeline towards the exit. The door was right there, just as a hand closed around your arm, stopping you immediately.

“I guess you owe me a date.”