Chapter 19

*Payton's POV* Brooklyn's practice ran a little later than I thought it would, but I didn't mind having the extra time to practice.

Now, Brooklyn was trying to get me to agree to him driving me home? Even though I drove my car here and we live across the street from each other. Something about me not having to drive or something..

"I can drive myself you know, I happen to think I'm a very good driver," I laugh softly, beginning to walk towards the parking lots with Brooklyn alongside me.

"I know... but I wanna drive you home. I'm driving you home, and you can't do anything about it," he decides for me, slinging me over his shoulder.

"Don't drop me!" I yell out, while laughing.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he jokes.

He sets me in the passenger seat of his Lambo, and I put my football bag at my feet. I'm finally starting to calm down, and glad for it.

"Do you need anything?" He asks me, starting the car and driving off.

"I'm okay, thanks... What about my car?" I ask him.

"I'll send someone over to get it later, don't worry about it," he said grabbing my hand across the middle of the seats.

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Once I'm home, I decide to watch some TV in the living room. I walk in and collapse down onto the grey, suede sectional. I get into the corner of the couch, Brooklyn right beside me. I flip through channels, until I get bored of TV, then go on my phone.

After a while, I go upstairs to change out of my football stuff, and Brooklyn follows. He sits on the edge of my bed on his phone, while I look through stuff to wear.

I pick out a grey tank and denim cutoff shorts(pic in media slot). I take off my footballs stuff when I hear a camera shutter.

"Did you just take a picture of me?" I ask laughing. He looked up from his phone.

"What? No I was taking a selfie," he laughed. I walk over to him after I get dressed and interrogate him more.

"There's not even good lighting in here," I push more.

"It makes it look grungy....er.." I can tell that he's lying, but no one else could. He has a tell, and its to look at the ground first, then quickly in your eyes.

I snatch his unlocked phone out of his hand.

"Payton.. wait," he says, but it's too late.

I see a picture of me getting dressed sent to a group message, captioned;

Told you I could get to her before any of you could(; bets off, better luck next time😏

I look up at him, and he looks nervous and worried at the same time.

"Pay, it's not what it looks like, it--"

"All of that 'favorite girl' and 'love' crap was all so you could get in my pants, wasn't it," I say coldly, holding back tears. I wasn't gonna cry over this.

This all made sense now, the guys have been hitting on me a lot more than usual now that I think about it.. And that's why they were so happy when Brooklyn made out with Savannah.. They had an even chance again.

"No, I really do love you Payton, I jus--"

"If you really loved me, you wouldn't of bet on me like a dog trying to win a race Brooklyn. Sorry I wasn't easy enough for you." I say and toss his phone on the bed. I run downstairs only to be met by Sean and his friends.

"You guys fucking bet on me?!" I yelled out.

"What? What's she talking about guys," Sean and Matt looked confused.

"All of the guys on the team bet on who could get in my pants first. That's what I'm talking about," I say, still fuming. I was more pissed than anything now. I see Brooklyn run after me, but stop at the bottom of the stairs, giving me my space.

"You guys seriously bet on who can hook up with my sister first?!" Sean said getting mad.

I couldn't take this anymore.. I just couldn't be here right now, so I grabbed my phone and keys off the counter, and ran out the door.

I just got into my car and drove. I remembered I had a backup football bag in the backseat, so I knew exactly where I was going. I just needed to kick the anger out right now.

I got to the fields, seeing my other car parked in the lot, and changed into my football stuff, and went onto a far field with no one on it so I couldn't be bothered. I just kicked the ball for hours, ignoring the constant calls and texts I was getting from everyone, probably asking where I was.

"Well, lookie here, if it isn't Beckham's girl." I hear an annoying voice behind me say.

Jax.