You had always been the good girl type. You did your work and handed it on time. Straight A's. Star of the girl's football team at your high school. It was no surprise that you got into a good college with a good portion of your tuition being paid by scholarships. Your friends thought that you would fall in love with some lawyer and have a white picket fence home with kids.

In reality, you couldn't see yourself living that way. There was just something about a typical family life that didn't appeal to you. For one thing, you didn't want to be Betty Crocker at home baking apple pies all day then taking her kids to football practice. You wanted to travel the world, you didn't want constraint. Throughout your life, you were always constrained by your perfect outer shell.

You didn't want some boring old lawyer that would provide for you. You wanted to work for your own keep. You didn't want a house with a picket fence. You wanted an apartment in the heart of the city or a beautiful house that would be in magazines. You didn't want to just fade into the background like everyone else did, you wanted to stand out and do something with your life.

You started out as an engineering major, per your parent's request. They said would guarantee a job and money, stability in other words. Your life had always been so structured without any changes to your daily cycle. It wasn't at all what you wanted to live anymore. Of course, problems arose out of that. Your stiff friends, whom you had known your whole life, turned their noses up at every guy you went on a date with if he wasn't a college guy with a promising future.

You eventually gave up with dating. You changed your major to your true passion, biology, and went out more. That's when you had met Neymar. He was out partying with a few of his friends and you met at the bar. Guys had bought you drinks the whole night, winking sleazily down the bar. You usually dumped out the drink, afraid it was drugged of something. You had been sitting alone when a guy came to stand next to you. He ordered a drink and waited patiently for the bartender to make it.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. He was taller than you, with tanned skin and tattoos peeking out of his shirt. His hair was in a Mohawk like style and you thought it suited him dyed blond. The bartender returned with his drink and after paying, he left. You watched him leave with interest. For one thing, he didn't speak like Spanish was his first language, he had a slight accent.

You decided to ignore it and instead focused on the empty glass in front of you. Someone sat next to you, making you look up. It was the man from before. He looked about your age, maybe a year or two older. "Hello, I'm Neymar," he introduced.

"(Y/N)," you returned, shaking his outstretched hand.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, why is a girl like you sitting here at the bar all alone with an empty drink?"

"My finals finished today. This is my mini celebration party," you sighed.

"No offense, but aren't you supposed to be having fun at a party?" Neymar asked.

"You are, well at least at the raggers that go on in the frat houses. I've never been to one of those before though," you replied.

"You're a student?"

"Yeah, from the university down the street," you explained.

"What's your major?"

"Biology, I like living things," you smiled, acting like a total nerd. "But let's not make this all about me, what do you do?"

"I play football with a bunch of friends," he stated.

"In a club for college or the ones that play on the green in the center of town?"

"Neither, really, it's a bit complicated," he said, keeping information to himself. You shrugged, it wasn't your business anyways what he did in his spare time. "Do you want to dance?"

"What?" you gasped.

"Do you want to dance? You know when people move to music," he sarcastically explained.

"Sure, fair warning though, I have two left feet," you laughed as he led you to the dance floor. Luckily, Neymar was a good dancer and you caught on a bit. You guys exchanged numbers and started to go out on dates. You told your friends about him.

"So what does he do?" one of your friends questioned.

"He plays football," you answered.

"Like at a university level or . . ."

"He plays for a club. He gets paid too," you replied.

"That's hardly reliable. What happens if he gets injured?"

"He said that he tried to prevent injure to the best of his ability," you defended Neymar.

"See, he hasn't even thought about what would happen if he were to get injured and can't play. Drop him, (Y/N), he seems like a dead beat. He probably lives with his parents on their couch. Has a penny to his name with no future. He's probably bad at football too, he just thinks he's good."

"What would your father think?" one of your friends input. You got up and stormed out of the room. You didn't care what your friends, well more like ex-friends, said about Neymar. There was just something intriguing about him that made you always want more. It was like it hurt to be away from him. And when you were with him, it was just natural. There wasn't anything about him that worried you. He was a complete gentleman, although your friends said he looked like a rapist.

You told your parents about your budding relationship. Your mother was supportive of you, as she usually was. Your father on the other hand, blew his top. He 'forbid' you from seeing Neymar even though he had no actual control over your actions anymore. Your father tried to set you up with a son of one of your dad's coworkers. You called in sick and asked for a raincheck, never rescheduling the date.

You continued to see Neymar. He was like a drug, and you were completely addicted to him. You told your father and your friends that you would have the last laugh. And you did. Neymar was anything but a dead beat. After you two had dated for six months, he finally confessed everything to you. Millions of dollars isn't a bad paycheck, is it? And not to mention he played for one of the top clubs in the world and was one of the most promising strikers of the future.

So you and Neymar ended up having the last laugh. Every day was a new experience and you enjoyed every minute you and Neymar spent together. You were both happy. He didn't have a nine to five job and you didn't cook apple pies all day but that wasn't what either of you wanted. You totally crazy, unpredictable lifestyle was exactly what you had wanted. And you got it, with your Brazilian lover right beside you.