Chapter 47

*Kaden's POV*"What do you mean she left?! She can't just leave, she doesn't remember me.. or us," I said with a hurt expression.

I can't believe that she just left like that. With no goodbye, or remembering me at least.

"She said that she might be back after her show, she just needed some time to try and remember everything, touring isn't best for her right now," Ethan said. He had just told everyone that Payton left last night, and is already in London.

I get where she's coming from, but I'm just so confused about everything. She didn't even remember who I was, nonetheless that we were dating. I love her, but now she's gone.

*Payton's POV*It was the next morning, and I had absolutely nothing to do, because Sean was away at a football training camp, and my parents were both working.

I felt better waking up, because a lot of my memory had returned. By a lot, I mean that I'm not completely clueless about my life anymore. Even though I still had trouble remembering certain people and things from my past, I felt better now that Google didn't have more information on me than I did.

I sighed and went downstairs in my pj's, which were basically just knee high socks, fabric shorts, and a laced cropped sweater, the usual(pic in media slot).

I opened the fridge and looked around trying to find a decent breakfast.

Giving up, I don't eat anything and just scrolled through Twitter and Instagram. The doorbell rang, and I went to go open in, hoping it would be the FedEx guy, delivering what I ordered last week.

I opened the door, and instead of it being the FedEx guy, it was Brooklyn. I let out a frustrated groan.

"Nice to see you too, babe," he winked letting himself in, pushing past me.

"Brooklyn what're you doing here? I hate you, if you didn't notice by now," I said bluntly, closing the front door. What? It was true...

"Tsk tsk tsk, hate's a strong word now, Princess." He looked fake hurt, putting his hands on his chest. "Your mom mentioned to my mom that you were going to be home alone all day today, and she forced me to come over here," he said, turning the tv on in my living room. "Cute pjs by the way," he winked.

By this point, I don't even care what he sees me in, I just know that I want to strangle him. Nothing more.

"Whatever, I don't need a babysitter, or a pity friend for that matter, but seeing as you've made yourself comfortable already, I'll leave you alone while I go shower and change," I said, walking towards the stairs.

"Awh, why change? You look hot," he gave a pout. I just stood there and looked like I was thinking about something.

"You know you are pretty cute," I said as he smirked at that. "Except for your repulsive personality and Fuckboy-ish ways that make me want to pull my hair out," I smiled sarcastically and continued my way upstairs.~•~•~•~•~•~I showered and changed into a cream top, black lace shorts, and black ankle booties(pic in media slot). I did light, dewy makeup, and left my hair wavy, because I braided it while I was doing my makeup. I walked downstairs to see that Brooklyn hadn't moved since I left him there.

I plopped down onto the couch a few feet away from him.

"So what do you wanna do today?" I asked him. He looked over at me, and we locked eyes, only for the contact to be quickly broken by me.

"Whatever you're up for. We can go get food, beach, pool, hiking or a walk, shopping, movies..." He offered up.

"Well aren't you full of ideas," I joked.

"I like to think I'm creative," he grinned. For once since I've met Brooklyn, he isn't being a complete ass. "Actually.." He thought to himself for a few seconds, "I'll choose and surprise you," he smirked. I hesitated, but then nodded my head. Can't be thaaaat bad can it?

"Okay," I managed a small smile.

We left after that, and Brooklyn was driving us to who knows where.

The car ride there was pretty entertaining, other than Brooklyn's constant sexual jokes, I didn't mind his company. He still made me want to slap him every now and then with a brick though.... But that passed without incident.

I swear it's like he wants to be a nice guy, and down to earth and caring.. But then his ego steps in and the Fuckboy in him takes over.

Soon enough, he pulls into a parking lot, at what looks to be a beach.

"I love the beach, but I didn't bring a swimsuit.."

Brooklyn smirked and pulled a baby pink strappy VS bikini from the backseat, handing it to me,(pic in media slot).

"Did you go through my drawers?" I laughed.

"I wanted it to be a surprise!" He held up his hands in defense and laughed. "And how often do you shop at Victoria's Secret? Like There's 8 drawers dedicated to bras and panties," his smirk grew on his face.

"I model for them dumbass, they send me boxes on boxes every week," I roll my eyes. "Glad you value privacy though," I say with sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"Hey if I didn't go through your stuff, you wouldn't have a swimsuit now, would you?" He countered, knowing he was right.

"Yeah, whatever," I got out of the car, and went to the bathrooms stationed near the parking lot to change. Once I got out, Brooklyn was already changed into his grey Calvin swim shorts, and was leaning against the hood of his car. I tried not to stare, but that boy had abs!

To my surprise, there wasn't anyone at the beach today, but then again, this was a more private area, where barely anyone knows about.

"You look hot," he blurted out once he saw me. I rolled my eyes and laughed, heading in the direction of the shoreline.

"Try not to stare too much," a smirk played onto my face as the distance between us increased.

Brooklyn caught up to me, and followed close behind, as I just looked out at the scenery.

I sat down on the sun-warmed sand a few feet from the water, and so did Brooklyn. Again, not knowing what personal space means, and sitting a little too close for my liking.

I was about to shift myself away from him, when he spoke up.

"Wanna play a game or something? Get to know each other?" He asked.

"Get to know each other? Oh please Brooklyn, when have you ever gotten to know a girl. Last time I checked, that's not how your fuck and chuck game works." I rolled my eyes. This is just part of his game, and I wasn't letting into it.

*Brooklyn's POV*"Last time I checked, that's not how your fuck and chuck game works," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Is that what you think I'm doing? Because I'm not Payton, really," I asked hurt. I don't blame her though, I have been known to be the type to hit it and quit it..

"Then what are you doing, Brooklyn?" She looked straight into my eyes.

"I--I'm," I stuttered.

I'm catching feelings for you, and I never have before. You fucking broke me god-damn it.

She narrowed her piercing blue eyes at me, waiting for a response.

"Can we just play? Please?" I asked, not knowing what to tell her.

"Yeah fine. What're we playing?"

*Payton's POV*I gave in and decided to play, even though he didn't give me a straight answer.

But if this turns into one of those sexual q&a's, I'm literally walking home.

"40 questions," he said. I gave him a puzzling look, waiting for him to explain.

"It's basically 20 questions, but both of us answer each one as we take turns asking," he said.

"Alright, shoot," I said.

"Full name?" He asked.

"Payton Amarixe Foster." I said proudly. I nodded over to him to answer his part.

"Brooklyn Joseph Beckham."

Now it was my turn to ask a question.

"Siblings?" I asked. I knew he had the two younger brothers that I met last night, and a sister who Vic put to bed last night, but who knows.

"My two younger brothers, Romeo and Cruz, and my littlest sister Harper."

My turn.

"My older brother Sean, well not really 'older'... He was born 20 minutes before I was. We're twins." I explained. "Oh and if he sees you being flirty in any type of way with me, which you do so much worse," I shuddered and he smirked, "he will literally cut your dick off with a banana slicer."

"Noted...." He said a bit frightened. "Last person you kissed?"

I smiled at the thought of what happened yesterday.

"I don't know.. I don't remember," I bit my lip out of frustration.

"Some girl at this party last night, don't really remember her name.." He shrugged.

"Charming," I fake smiled. "Favorite sport?"

"Football. Always had been, but it's hard living up to the Beckham name.." He trailed off.

"Same, and I know the feeling. Everyone wants me to be like my dad, being the best keeper.. But they're all so shocked to find out I'm out on the field, and not standing between goalposts.." I sighed.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked me bluntly.

"No," I said, confused that he asked that. Well I guess it's because if for the bet he had to kiss me, he didn't want to have a boyfriend to deal with. I looked over at him for his answer.

"Babe, I don't do relationships," he let out a soft chuckle at the thought.

Well that's no surprise.. I mentally rolled my eyes, and moved on.

"Biggest pet peeve?" I asked.

"Girls who play hard to get," he said, obviously suggesting me.

"I'm not playing hard to get Sweetie. Have you ever thought that maybe I just wasn't interested in a player like you?" I asked in an overly shocked voice, fake gasping at the end.

"That one hurt, Payton, it really did," he joked, clutching his bare chest, like he was wounded by my words. "So what's yours?" He asks.

"My what?" I ask, somehow completely forgetting the question.

"Your biggest pet peeve," he explains.

"Fuckboys." I say determined, without giving it any thought.

Yet here I am with the biggest Fuckboy I've ever met, spending my day with him.