Chapter 5

*Payton's POV*I was so close to scoring the goal, about 20 yards away to freezes whenever I wanted for the next week. Then I felt arms snake around my waist and pick me up from where I was, then Brooklyn shot the goal from where we were and made it. He put me down and I saw him smirking.

"Hey! Cheater!" I whined like a 1st grader.

"Someone owes me a date now," he said winking at me.

"Yeah. Whatever." I rolled my eyes.

"You were tougher to beat than I thought," he sounded surprised.

"And I would have beat you if you didn't cheat!"

"Well here's the thing. Since Sean told everyone about your troublemaking in Cali yesterday, I realized that I knew nothing about you." Brooklyn said.

"And I'd like to keep it that way," I cut him off but he continued.

"I just wanted to sit down, get to know you a bit better, and have some fun is all," he said hopefully. Maybe this wasn't one of his games. Maybe, just maybe, might he be actually telling the truth. One way to find out how far he's willing to go for this date..

"Would Sean approve of this?" I asked raising my eyebrow a bit. One time back in Cali, a guy took me out on a Starbucks date and my brother scared him off within five minutes of being out. Given the guy was barely a year older than me, I still doubt Brooklyn would go this far just to 'get to know me' if Sean was involved.

"Sean's my friend and all, but I don't think he'd mind a little date would he? What's the worst he can do Pay?" He smirked again. I flinched a little at him calling me that. Only my closest friends and family call me Pay, and Brooklyn.. well isn't either.

"Don't call me that, it's Payton." I said firmly.

"Oh what would you like better then? Babe? Because I can do babe," he winked. I laughed a little at that one.

"I have to go, here's my number, text me whenever our 'date' is," I laughed, giving him my number and putting finger air quotes around date.

I left after that, realizing that I've been here for two hours. It was now around noon and I was starving. I still didn't know where anything was in London, considering I've been here for only two days. I only knew where my house was, Starbucks, and the football field. Other than that, I had to pull out Map Quest for the rest.

I looked on my phone for food places near me, and found a takeout Thai place close to me. I got in my car parked in the Beckham's long driveway, and drove following directions from my phone. I probably looked insane in my football stuff going to a fancyish Thai place, but honestly I didn't care one bit. Once I drove there, I saw the paps crowding outside. Great. Wonder how I'll get through that.. They noticed my silver Lambo pull up, and knew that it was probably someone known. I got out of my car and tried to get through them, with help of the restaurant's security holding the crowd back. I finally got through and was in the well decorated restaurant. Upon waiting at the front desk, I ordered a Thai salad to go on one of the menus displayed at the front. Once a hostess came, I ordered and was left waiting in the chairs set out right by the front doors. The paps happened to get through the security and were taking pictures of me through the glass.

"Would you mind if I waited at a table instead? I don't want the flashes bothering other customers," I asked the hostess who just took my order. She nodded and I left the waiting area, following her to a small table in the far center of the restaurant. I noticed that the Thai place was well crowded, and I looked around a bit as I waited. I saw an elderly couple, dressed up, who I recognized to be grandparents to reality stars back in Cali. I saw some other people who had noticed me, and who I was and started to talk to whoever they were sitting next to pointing at me. I waved a bit, and kept observing the tables. My eyes stopped short on a table with a familiar face sitting next to a gorgeous brown-eyed girl. Kaden. Yep. THAT Kaden. The one that blew me off for a supposed "family party" or something like that. I got a little bit mad at first, then chose to ignore it all at once. I have way too much stress on my shoulders right now, and dealing with guys that ditch my plans doesn't seem to fall on my agenda.

But it still hurt though. It hurt a lot. A feeling in the pit of my stomach, like my insides are eating themselves, and I can't do anything to stop it. The hostess brought my salad in my to go bag, and I left as soon as I could, not wanting to see Kaden and that girl anymore. I don't know why I'm so worked up about this.. I guess I just thought that he still liked me just like he did before he moved away to Spain for his dad's career, but I guess it was just a friendly thing.

I got into my car and headed home. A few minutes after I left the restaurant, barely making it past the paps again, I got a text from an unknown number. I then checked my phone at a stoplight.

•Unknown number•Hey, it's Brooklyn, how's that date sounding?(;

I put his number in as his contact and replied.

•Payton•If we must.. 2 works fine.

He replied a short while after.

•Brooklyn•Alright, I'll pick you up at 2, bring a swimsuit, and don't eat lunch(;

•Payton•Quit winking at me or I'll cut your dick off with a banana slicer.

•Brooklyn•Noted. Better get ready babe.

Maybe this wouldn't be that bad. Every Fuckboy needs a chance before they screw something up, and Brooklyn hasn't.. Yet. Other than the water bottle incident, I don't think he has anything to be guilty of other than having a mouth on him.

I got home pretty soon after than and got dressed. I put on a multicolor floral dress that came in and around your neck. I also put my hair up in a curled ponytail, and added a cute tie-up hair accessory. I paired the dress with black Louboutins and spritzed some Burberry perfume and grabbed the bathing suit I was supposed to bring before going downstairs(pic of outfit in media slot). I heard the doorbell ring and realized that it was 2 already, and that it was probably Brooklyn. I sighed but realized that maybe this wasn't that bad of an idea. I'm clearing my head of all things Kaden, and going on a sort of date with a fuckboy. Maybe it is a bad thing..

I opened my front door and found Brooklyn there, wearing a white graphic tee, Black jeans, a denim jacket, white vans and a beanie(pic in slot). Since when did boys know how to dress themselves?

"Hey," I said smiling. He looked me up in down, but in a cute, not creepy way.

"Hey," he took a breath. "You look.. hot," he winked at me.

"Surprised?" I laughed, a little offended.

"No, it's just I've never seen you out of your football stuff.. Not that you looked bad or anything, I mean--" I stopped him short.

"Thanks," I laughed at what just happened. I love messing with people.. "So where are you taking me?" I asked, walking out of the house, closing the door behind me.

"First we'll have some lunch, then I want to show you somewhere. It's my favorite place to go in the Summer." He smiled and opened the door for me to get into his matte black Lambo. Same model as my Lambo, but mine's silver.

"Sounds, not horrible," I said surprised. This isn't going all that bad. I expected him to take me to a guy hangout, like hooters or something. Did I really think of him as that bad? I laughed at my own thoughts as Brooklyn circled around and made his way into the driver's seat.

"Oh, here," he said, handing me a Taco Bell freeze that was in the backseat's cupholder. "Since I kind of but didn't cheat," he winked.

"Awh thank you," I smiled. He grabbed a sangria freeze out of the other cupholder for himself.

"So tell me about yourself," he asked me.

"Well, my full name is Payton Amarixe (ah-mah-ree) Foster, my dad plays for Barça, and my mom works in--"

"No, tell me about yourself." he said again. This better not be like those games guys play to find out if I'm a virgin or not. I looked at him with a confused face to explain further. "The part of your life that I can't find out by googling you," he said, chuckling a little.

"Well, there's not much to tell. I model bunches, especially for Magazines and Print and stuff. I'm really close with my parents, even though they're constantly working and I only see them for an hour a day, on good days. I used to be close with my brother, but he moved to London two years ago and we grew apart. So whenever there wasn't anyone home, which was constantly.. I would take up that time to go play football. The only thing that can literally make my mind stop going in 25 directions." I sighed and took a sip of my freeze.

"That seems like a pretty fun life, modeling all the time, playing as much football as you want.." he said.

"Well the modeling life isn't perfect. Far from it actually. You're constantly not perfect enough. My brother's always looked out for me, and when I couldn't tell me parents stuff, I'd always tell him. When he left for London last year, that's when I got into trouble a lot. My manager wanted me to lose 10 pounds for a shoot when I was pushing 90 already. I starved myself into an eating disorder, seeing how long I could go without eating every day until I stopped completely. I couldn't tell anyone, my brother wasn't there and my parents wouldn't understand. Modeling's not what it seems at all.." I trailed off. Great. You ruined the mood.

"I'm sorry, that must of been so hard. London's better for you. You'll see your parents and brother more, and model here." He reassured me. That was the first time that I actually told someone that, and Brooklyn wasn't a complete ass about it.

"Hope so." I said, as I just looked out the window and didn't say a thing until we got there.

"What about friends?" He asked again. I hesitated, then went on. I've already told him pretty much everything about my life so why not.

"LA's a place of a lot of fake friends, but not many real ones.. I had a couple of best friends, but pretty much kept to myself the whole time because I was constantly working."

"Sounds horrible," he said brutally honest.

"Yeah well, LA isn't all it's cut out to be, everyone sees it as the land of the stars and fame and all that shit. It's really not, I was just there to make sure I didn't make my parents look bad," I shrugged.

"You'll be better off here then, it's a lot calmer than the fame in LA. I would know I couldn't leave our house up there for a week when we visited."

I just offered up a small smile in return and stared out the window absorbed in my thoughts.