Chapter 45

*Payton's POV*I was looking around for Kaden, and he was no where to be seen. I decided to go talk to Messi, as maybe he'll know where his own child is.

I spotted him doing last minute warm up drills, and ran over to him on the other side of the far field.

"Hey, do you know where Kaden is?" I asked him.

"Uh, he didn't feel good so I told him to go back to the hotel and rest for now, he said he was gonna text you to let you know.." He said shrugging his shoulders.

I look down at my phone, and apparently he did text me.

•Kaden•Hey Pay, sorry I'm not feeling too good, I'm gonna go to the hotel for and hope my headache goes away after I take an Advil. Hopefully returning for at least some part of the game, I'll make it up to you❤️ keep texting me throughout the game, I wanna know what's going on, k?

I responded quickly, a little disappointed.

•Payton•It's okay, feel better! Will do😜

I sighed and went over to take my front row seats, blocked off for celebrities and important people.

I was scrolling through Twitter and soon felt a presence next to me.

"You know, the bet's not exactly equal.. I'd be doing you a favor by kissing you," he said. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples.

"Brooklyn, what do you want?" I scoffed. This boy was really starting to get on my nerves.

"You," he whispered into my ear, then smirked and walked off. I felt chills run through my body, and I couldn't do anything to control them from happening.

I looked over onto the field, and the team was shooting goals, as my dad was saving them(video in media slot). I have to admit, not just because he's my dad, but he is really one of the best goalkeepers. He has way more saves in his career than most keepers. He always inspired me to become a better footballer, even if I didn't follow in his steps to become a keeper. He'd always been supportive of my footballing, but never really took it seriously because he thought that I was just toying with the ball all the time.

The game was soon to start, and the other team was doing the same drills Barcelona was doing. I look over to my side, and Brooklyn was back.

"Oh, you're back! Great.." I said with a shit ton of sarcasm in my voice.

"Miss me already?" He smirked.

He sat down on the bench close to me, a little too close for my liking, and I scooted away.

"I don't bite... Much," his facial expression not changing. I rolled my eyes and continued to scroll through my Twitter feed. "Why do you run away from me?" He asked.

"Because you're too cocky. You're a bit too Fuckboy-ish for my taste.. You think that you can get any girl you want with the snap of your fingers, and I'm not buying into it." I went back on my phone to text Kaden, since I promised that I would text him often to tell him what's going on.

"I don't get it.. Girls would throw themselves at me by now," he said in amazement, studying me up and down.

"Yeah well I'm not most girls," I smirked back sarcastically and looked around to see where else I could sit where he wouldn't bother me. The front rows sectioned off, were starting to fill up, and there wasn't a spare seat that I could move to.

"Looks like you're stuck with me," he smirked again, getting out his phone from his back pocket.

"Looks like," I muttered.~~~~~~~It was mid-game and the score was 3-1 in favor of Barçelona.

"Hope you lift weights, I'm planning on buying a few dozen pairs of shoes," I smirked, leaning into Brooklyn so he could hear me.

"Oh, they game's not over yet," he smirked back.

After texting Kaden a couple of times, telling him who tried to scored and who succeeded, the game was almost over and the score was tied at 4-4. I couldn't lose to Brooklyn, I'm not kissing him, and that's final.

People were chanting for both teams, and despite my head hurting, I was praying for Barça to win. We went into overtime play, since there was still a tie going on, and Gerrard passed to Beckham(la Galaxy team), who was advancing towards the goal. Neymar(Barça) stole it back, but Gerrard swooped in and got it again, sprinting towards the goal. Just as Messi was diving in to attack the ball, but Gerrard took over, but before anyone could do anything, the whistle blew which could of meant so many things.

"Now about that kiss," Brooklyn whispered, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I opened my eyes, and realized that the game was still tied. I was positive that Barça would win, but I guess they had their luck tested by another great team.

"You didn't win! It was a draw!" I protested, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, well that means we both win now doesn't it," he countered.

"No it doesn't, what's the point of the bet now anyways, then?" I raised an eyebrow.

"An exchange, if you will. A tie means both sides won, therefore we both won whatever we were betting for. Tit for tit," he smirked.

"That's not the expression," I said annoyed.

"Should be," he muttered.

Maybe I should just kiss him for once, then I'll be touring by then and never have to see him again. How bad could that be? Plus I still get my end of the bargain, meaning I can go shopping without getting winded for a last time while I'm here in Cali.

"The kiss? When and where," I said defeated.

"You won't know," he smirked, "it'll be a surprise," he finished off still whispering. He had to get extra close, since the crowd was still cheering and my ears were starting to ring.

"Whatever," I said while getting up and walking on the field.

*Ben Foster' POV*Before the game, Payton was talking to Brooklyn. I didn't know whether she remembered, or even he did for that fact, but I didn't want her to hurt herself remembering.

After our disappointing tie, I looked at Payton in the crowd, and she still looked fine. Not a sad face, more like agitated. Brooklyn was sitting next to her, and they were talking. Hopefully not remembering their past. The doctors had warned me about how dangerous and unstable a person can get if a memory is forced upon them, when they've forgotten.

David walks over to me, obviously looking over at them as I was.

"Does Payton remember anything? Brooklyn doesn't, like at all. He's gone back to a whole different Brooklyn, the one that gives me and Vic a headache with all of the trouble he gets in," David sighed. I agreed with him, Payton didn't seem quite the same either, but that was probably because she hadn't remembered who she was.

"No, only remembers her name somewhat. It's a shame though, Brooklyn made her happy. I'd never seen her smile as much as she did, and now they don't seem to be getting along at all," I said, still observing them on the bench. Payton looked beyond annoyed at Brooklyn, and then got up and walked on to the field.

"Hey dad, good game, add 8 more saves to your record," she smiled at me.

"You were counting?" I asked still in disbelief.

"Yup, that makes 312 total," she said proudly.

"I don't even know how much I have," I laughed.

"Well that's why I'm here, isn't it? Oh and I think I'll be heading home pretty soon, I don't feel like touring's the best thing for me right now.." She explained. Glad of her decision, she was going to be home a lot more now, and her and I can focus on her football career, as I know that she'll go far.

"Whatever you feel's right," I said hugging my little girl. She'd grown up too much these past few years, and I'm determined to make up for lost time.

"Good game by the way, Beckham, although you had 2 clear assists that you could've took.." Payton said. She was right, I think everyone who knew the game as well as us players do, could of seen that.

"Yeah well," David roll his eyes.

"I intimidate you, don't I?" Payton asked. I couldn't help but laugh at that. We all knew that she intimidated even the best of players like Beckham. She always had this confidence in her, and no one would know where it comes from.

"No, you're a 5'4, 16 year old girl who wouldn't hurt a fly," David laughed.

"That's what you think," she winked.

*Payton's POV*"I think I'm gonna head out now, bye dad," I said to my dad who gave me a hug goodbye. I missed hanging out with him, he was never around the house anymore, especially my mom too, but I remembered the days when Sean and I were little, and we had family movie nights, or we would go out as a family somewhere. Those nights are rare now, and never feel the same. I'll be taking some time off of touring in a few days to focus on my London show, and after that I'll be taking a little break from everything.

I walked through the private hallway to get to the reserved parking garage when someone grabbed my waist from behind. Somehow, this was a feeling I was all too familiar with.