Chapter 12

*Payton's POV*After dinner with Brooklyn's parents, we drove home and Brook and I decided to go get some coffee. He opened the passenger side door for me, letting me sit down inside his silver Ferrari. Then he got in the drivers seat, and we drove to the nearest Starbucks.

We were wayyyy too overdressed for coffee, but I didn't mind at all. We walked down the street, waiting at a crosswalk.

"I love your dress on you, but I'm sure it'll look way better on the floor," he whispered into my ear, and I could practically feel the smirk on his face.

"Be a good boy and maybe you will," I winked.

"But I'm not a good boy," Brooklyn winked back at me, and I could feel his hand making its way towards my butt. It didn't bother me, but I felt like messing with him. I always have control, I just need to know when to use it.

"Then you'll just have to learn then won't you," I smirked, running across the street when the crosswalk turned. He grinned and ran after me. We reached the other side of the street, me before Brooklyn.

"Fucking tease," I heard him mutter behind me. Right where I wanted him.

He caught up to me, given the fact that I was in heels, and he wrapped his arm around me once again. He kissed my forehead and I couldn't help but smile.

"I know you want me," he whispered into my ear again. I got a flashback from the day we first met, when he said that and we kissed.

"Unlikely," I smirked. He tried kissing me, but I ran away before he could.

"Oh really now?" He laughed, chasing after me. We probably looked insane, chasing each other in public. But I didn't care, because I really was insane, and people would probably think it anyways. He snuck up behind me and gave me a quick kiss, running away after that.

"You cheeky little shit," I mutter. We reach the Starbucks, and he holds the door for me. I blush and grab his hand as we walk in. I already know what I'm gonna order, so I don't even bother looking up at the menu. I look around the Starbucks and see that it's pretty crowded, as usual. Then I see someone I vaguely remember. That girl that Brooklyn kissed in his driveway that night. She was looking over at us, giving me glares. I looked away and pulled Brooklyn closer, hoping that she would get the hint and leave. Unfortunately, she didn't and came over to us while we were in line.

"Hey babe, why haven't you been texting me back? I've missed you," she flirts, touching his chest.

"I'm not your babe, and there's a reason I didn't text you back." he said coldly, moving her hand away from him.

"Is that reason this slut standing here? Because I'm not seeing much of a reason.." she shot back, staring me down.

"Savannah stop, she's not a slut. She--" Brooklyn began, but I stopped him.

"No it's okay, don't waste your breath Brook," I said, turning around and ignoring her completely. Did this bitch actually thing that she was getting to me?

"What? Speechless?" 'Savannah' said with a pouty lip.

"I don't know about you, but my parents raised me right, and they always told me that if I don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all," I smiled sweetly and turned back around.

"Whatever. See you around, Brooklyn," she rolled her eyes and headed for the door.

"You won't actually," he yelled out to her before she left. She gave us a glare and kept walking. "You handled that well," he looked surprised.

"I know," I smiled and we ordered our drinks. I only took a few sips of mine before it melted and I had to throw the rest away. Brooklyn looked at me strangely, but didn't say anything.

We went back to his house to watch a movie after that. No one seemed to be home, but I didn't question it, knowing that my parents aren't ever home either. I went upstairs, while Brooklyn got us water from the fridge. Flipping on the lights, and turning the tv on, Brooklyn came in moments after. I started looking through his drawers, looking for a sweatshirt of his to wear.

"What're you looking for?" He asked.

"Your sweatshirts," I replied.

"They're in here," he smirked, leading me into his closet. He walked in while I leaned against the doorframe, and came out with a black sweatshirt with a soccer logo and 'Beckham 7' on it. I smiled and he unzipped my dress without me even saying anything. Guess he's getting used to me, huh. I smiled at the thought and continued taking my dress off, revealing my VS black lace bandeau and matching underwear. The lace on the bandeau went down somewhat to my stomach, making me look tanner in a way. I let the dress fall to the ground, telling my self I'll pick it up when I'm dressed. Brooklyn walks out in his Calvin's without a shirt on(again), and notices me changing.

"I was right, that dress does look better on the ground," he smirks, licking his lips. I roll my eyes. "I'm gonna go take a quick shower, unless you wanna join," he smirks again.

"I'll have to pass," I laugh, pushing his bare chest in the direction of the bathroom. Once he's in his bathroom, I hear the shower start, and can't help but notice myself looking in his full-length mirror. I sigh, and continue putting on the sweatshirt. Flopping onto his bed, I look through the channels and see that teen wolf is on. I turn it on, and begin watching. I take off my sweatshirt for the meantime that he's in the shower because it's like 80 degrees outside. I check Twitter on a commercial break, because it's been blowing up my phone. I open up a link someone sent me, and it's a video of me and Brook in Starbucks today. It was of the Savannah incident. I looked at what some people were saying about it.

@Paytonfoster @brooklynbeckham;'So much respect going out to Brook's girl Payton for acting like a lady and not saying anything. You picked a winner Brooklyn.'

@paytonfoster @brooklynbeckham;'You have to have so much dignity and class to not say anything to someone who just called you a slut, and looks like Payton Foster has it.'

@paytonfoster @brooklynbeckham;'If it were me I would of slapped her then and there, but she didn't even say a word to her. Way to take the high road, proud to call you a role model.'

I read through some more and smiled. I usually hate when people follow me around and take videos of my private life, but this one I didn't mind. I tweeted out;

•@paytonfoster:Thank you all for the kind words💌Always take the high road, it'll feel so much more rewarding than sinking down to a lower level. Love you all, good night❤️

By that time Brooklyn walked out, smirking at the sight of me still half naked. I probably should of put it back on when I heard the shower stop, but I was so distracted on Twitter. He walked over to me, and laid down next to me on his bed. After a while of watching tv and cuddling, the silence is broken.

"Pay? Can I ask you something? You have to promise not to get mad or anything," he said in all seriousness.

"I--I promise," I stutter, nervous at what he might say.

"Have you been eating?" I just laid there not knowing what to say. I scrambled some words together and came up with something.

"Uh, yeah. why?" I ask avoiding eye contact.

"Tell the truth.. I won't get mad," he assured me.

"Not much, no.." I say quietly looking down. "I just haven't been hungry at all. I don't feel like I'm starving myself, but I know I am." my eyes welled up with tears. He just hugged me tighter.

"It's okay Pay," he whispered.

"When did you notice?" I asked shakily.

"I've always noticed that you didn't finish your food. I just thought you weren't hungry at the time. Then at dinner with my parents, you didn't nearly eat at all.. and you took two sips of your Starbucks today. You've always told me how much you've obsessed over coffee and I found it strange that you didn't have any at all. Since you told me that you've had an... eating disorder before, I was so scared that you might of relapsed," he explained as he tried to look in my eyes repeatedly. I just couldn't face him though.. I've hurt my family before with this, and I can imagine hurting the boy I love with this again.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Hold up.

Boy I love?!

What the frick is wrong with you Payton?!

I pushed that thought aside to deal with later, and focused on the situation now, even though I wanted to push everything aside.

"Please don't tell anyone.. They start treating me differently. I can't go through that again." I cried softly.

"I won't." he says then picks me up over his shoulder and takes me downstairs. I'm not complaining.. I mean I have a very nice view from where I'm hanging if you know what I mean..

"What're you doing? If you drop me I'm gonn--"

"I won't drop you babe. I wanna try something." he says to me, setting me down in his living room. He goes into the kitchen and brings out all sorts of snacks.

"I'm not eating that if that's what you're gonna go for," I say coldly. Doesn't he get that it's not that easy?

"Yes you are. And I know the perfect leverage," he says. I look at him confused. "Every time you eat something, you get to kiss me. Otherwise your babe's lip supply is cut off completely until further notice," he winked.

I stared at the food in front of me.

I noticed nutter butters and remembered that my dad used to sneak me those when my mom wasn't looking before dinner. They DID spoil my dinner, but they reminded me of my childhood. I reached a trembling hand over to the package slowly. I grab ahold of it and take one cookie out of the shiny plastic wrapped box.

Brooklyn, as motivation, decides to put his hand on my upper thigh, and puts his lips up to my ear, feeling his hot breath against my skin. Just a reminder, I was still half naked. Js.

"You can do this, I know you can," he whispers. I look at the cookie and slowly put it into my mouth, biting down and remembering what it tasted like." I managed to get the cookie down and smiled. Without even getting the chance to say anything, Brook tilted my head for me and smashed our lips together. After we pulled back I took another cookie in my hand and attempted to get it down.

A few cookies and rewarding kisses later, I managed to eat 6 cookies and a packet of fruit snacks. It feltWeird having food inside me again, but warm and fuzzy at the same time. I stopped shaking and looked up at Brooklyn.

"I'm so proud of you," he smiled. Yes he just said that. He was proud of me eating food, congratulations self. I knew that it wasn't a big deal, but it was to me. And I couldn't be any more thankful to have someone with me fighting my battles. We cleaned up the snacks that were scattered on the table, and went to go fall asleep in Brooklyn's room after that, as that experience was emotionally draining for me. Cuddling into his chest, he kissed me good night and I fell asleep thinking how lucky I was to be in love with my best friend.

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Hey guys, just a little disclaimer, I know that this chapter has stuff about eating disorders and such, and you're probably thinking what do I know about eating disorders and what the people go through, so I shouldn't write about them.

Well last year I got over anorexia nervosa, but never told anyone. I didn't get the help that I needed for a long time, and I was helped through it with a similar situation like this. If you have any questions, need advice, or just need to talk to someone, I almost always respond right away and I don't care if you're a stranger, my message box will always be open for anyone who needs it. This doesn't just apply to eating disorders, but anything. I'm always here to listen😇❤️ ily, Madi