In high school, you weren't really the popular girl. You spent your time drawing in the corner by yourself. You had a few friends but besides that, there was really no one else in the school that noticed you. You kept to yourself, out of security reasons. You wore glasses for one thing which was dubbed the mark of the stupid at your high school. You also had braces, which you had no control over.

Anyways, your senior year rolled around and with it prom season. You didn't expect to get asked by anyone, you didn't even think about going to prom. That is until Francisco asked you to prom. He was nicknamed Isco and was the soccer star of the school. Scouters for big clubs came out to watch his games, and he was the coolest kid in school.

All the girls wanted to go out with him and he had asked you out. You should have been suspicious, you should have said no to his invitation, knowing it was too good to be true. You had bought a dress and a corsage and you had showed up to prom, with Isco on your arm. You couldn't believe this was happening to you. You and Isco danced the night away. He was dubbed prom king but you weren't given the prom queen title, which you didn't care about.

Isco drove you home and kissed you that night. You thought he actually cared about. Too bad it was really all a hoax. The next day at school, your few friends told you that Isco had taken you to prom as a bet. And everyone knew it was a bet, except for you. Angry, you confronted Isco who laughed in your face in front of the whole school. Embarrassed, you barely showed your face around school anymore.

You instead focused on your career. What everyone had failed to notice was that you had been drawing fashion designs. After you were handed your diploma, you headed straight to an internship with some of the top fashion designers in the world. You quickly rose amongst the ranks as you worked with such a diverse group of colleagues. Your braces came off, and after a few whitening strips looked just like a model's. You exchanged the glasses for contacts and took more time to get ready in the morning.

You quickly became a leading fashion designer in Madrid, where you had your own collection showing at age twenty one, an amazing feat and collection of your hard work since high school ended. Through your work, you had met Sergio Ramos, who had invited you to a Real Madrid game. You knew his wife well too. You met her outside the stadium and walked to your seats together.

What you didn't expect was that you would see a familiar face amongst the Real Madrid starters. "You've got to be kidding me," you spat, training your eyes on the face of a certain Spaniard.

"What, what's wrong?" Pilar asked.

"Isco," you stated, "He and I went to high school together."

"Really? Then you two must be friends."

"Oh, no not at all. Far from it actually." You then went on to explain the whole prom incident to Pilar.

"That little puta!" she growled.

"I've forgotten the incident. Besides, I think he's forgotten me and the incident. The memory is probably hiding in his beard," you joked. The game started, Real Madrid quickly dominating the pitch. Cristiano Ronaldo scored the first goal, Marcelo picking up the second. Isco, unfortunately, scored the third and final goal of the match. After the match ended, Pilar led you downstairs to the player's section.

Waving her pass to the guard, you two descended stairs to the Real Madrid waiting room as Pilar called it. It was basically the room outside of the locker room where the WAGs and families waited for the players. Sergio walked out soon, greeting Pilar first before you. "Thank you for the tickets, Serg," you smiled.

"No problem, hopefully you come to some more often. Even though she doesn't admit it, Pilar gets lonely," Sergio joked.

"I do not," Pilar replied, smacking her husband's arm lightly. More Madrid players emerged.

"Sergio, who is this?" A few players walked over.

"I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I'm a fashion designer which is how Sergio and I met," you explained. The players introduced themselves too. There was only one person missing.

"Isco, come meet Sergio's friend," Marcelo called. You trained your eyes on Isco as he walked over, a smirk embedded on his face. You wanted to smack it off him.

"Hola," Isco winked at you. "I'm Isco-"

"-Oh I know," you interrupted, crossing your arms over your chest. Confused Isco looked at Sergio who shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't believe we've met before . . ."

"Oh we have, you just don't recognize me," you replied coldly. "Does this give you a hint: senior prom?"

"No, not ringing any bells. I would have remembered a girl like you," he winked.

"Then you surely remember the girl you slow danced the whole night with, who you took to the dance as a joke, whose face you laughed in for actually thinking you cared about her. Remember who I am yet?"

"No, you're not, you're not (Y/N), are you?" Isco asked incredulously.

"Ding ding we have a winner. It was nice meeting all of you. Thanks for the tickets Sergio. I'll call you later," you said to Pilar before walking away. "See you later Isco, maybe we can catch up some time," you stated dryly.

Two months later, you were invited to Sergio Jr.'s coming home party. Unfortunately, so was Isco. Little Sergio Jr. was absolutely adorable and you could coddle him all day. You fell into conversation with Iker Casillas when Isco walked over to you. "Can we talk?" he asked.

"We already are, I'm afraid you're going to have to imply a certain topic you wish to discuss," you said, causing Iker to stifle a laugh.

"Can we talk about high school then? Alone?" Isco questioned. Rolling your eyes you excused yourself and followed Isco out to the backyard.

"So what about high school would you like to talk about?" you smirked.

"Look I'm sorry for any pain I caused you. I was stupid, it was stupid. It was mean and wrong and I'm sorry, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"Ten points for acting, I'll give you that."

"I'm serious."

"Well, letting me kick you in the balls would help me get over the trauma, maybe a punch to the face-"

"-Be serious, (Y/N)."

"I'm being perfectly serious, you're the one who never took someone's feelings seriously."

"Look . . . how about you and I go on a date to make it up to you. It will be real and genuine, I promise."

"You think taking me out on a date is going to solve the problem?" you chuckled. "Do I look like some model you can win over by playing with her emotions, get her in bed, and then move on with your life like nothing happened? It's going to take a lot of things to fix all the damage you caused, Isco," you sighed, starting to walk away.

"Wait!" Isco called, pulling you back. Gulping he looked down before looking into your eyes. "If I let you . . . kick me in the balls . . . will you go on a date with me so we can fix this mess I caused in high school?" he sighed. You assessed your options before smirking.

"You have a deal."

"Just make it quick, please," Isco pleaded, looking like a scared rabbit. One swift kick later, you told Pepe and Iker that they might want to get Isco an ice pack. Luckily, he could still have kids after that, otherwise you and Isco would have had an empty nest.