Chapter 4

*Brooklyn's POV*"If this is your way of flirting with me I'm not interested," she said then walked off. Did I say something? Or do something? Other than spilling water on her.. which I sort of apologized for.. no it can't be that.. I grabbed her waist though, but not in a creepy way, and I kept my distance when I did.. Honestly I don't know what I did, but I'll make her like me, even in the least bit. There's just something about her that I can't stop thinking about.

*Payton's POV*Once I was back at my house, I turned on the TV in the living room, and changed out of my football stuff into a light cream lace sweater, white cream laced shorts, and cream knee high socks(pic in media slot). The outfit was a bit lingerie-ey, since it came from the Beach Bunny shoot I did for VS, but I was home alone, and my brother wouldn't care if he even shows up til late. I went downstairs and started scrolling through the channels to find something to watch, when I heard the door open. Probably my brother, so I kept scrolling through the channels. Then I heard other voices, and soon Sean and the guys from the field came through the door.

"Uh.. Payton.. Didn't know you were gonna be home." Sean said.

"Well I didn't feel like hanging out with anyone tonight, so I stayed in." I replied, then went back to looking through the channels, not even caring about what I look like right now. My VS shoots are all over the Internet anyways..

"Uh, Sean? You forgot to mention that Payton was your sister.." a guy from the group said. I think his name was Layton. I got up briefly to get some water out of the fridge.

"Didn't think it mattered much." Sean replied. Midway to the kitchen I walked towards Sean and smacked his arm.

"Thanks. Love you too." I said sarcastically.

"I meant that I thought they knew.. My last name's Foster.. Payton's on every cover of Cosmo and VS.. Put two and two together guys. Would've thought that you heard we were the Foster twins by now.." Sean joked. I grabbed my water and sat back down on the couch.

"What're you guys planning on doing anyways?" I asked. I made brief eye contact with Brooklyn, then snapped back to Sean.

"I don't know, just hang out I guess." he answered.

"No parties though." I ordered.

"Oh, we've got a goody over here," Another guy, Josh smirked.

"Quite the opposite actually," Sean laughed.

"Seannnn.." I pleaded. I hate bringing this up.

"No, tell us. We won't judge. Much." Josh said. I gave up and sighed, letting Sean know that he can continue.

"Well you see," he started, holding back a grin, "Payton here was a bit of a troublemaker back in Cali. She threw parties while my parents were away constantly, and hung out with the wrong people. Point is, my family moved here because of Payton. LA was a bad scene, and my parents thought that we'd all be better off here." Sean finished. All of the guys had disbelief in their faces.

"Don't hate me.." I said quietly.

"Hate you? You just got 100% more fun!" Layton said.

"I'll try not to get offended by that." I smiled. The guys decided to watch a movie with me in the living room, so I was scrolling through Netflix on our tv, and the guys were in the kitchen making snacks. Sean came over to me and sat down opposite of me.

"Hey, uh I just wanted to know what was going on with you and, uh Kaden." he mumbled.

"What do you mean 'going on' with us? We're still as good of friends, just like we were before the move, nothing's changed," I asked with suspicion and curiosity in my voice.

"Just wanted to know. Sort of my job as your brother," he laughed. "And one more thing," he hesitated. "The guys I'm with.. well they're sort of trouble, and what you might call them fuckboys." he laughed again, this time I joined. "So uh, try and keep your distance?" he asked.

"I'll be careful." I said hugging him. "Thanks for looking out for me."

"That's what I'm here for." he smiled and went off into the kitchen with the rest of the guys.~~~~~~~*Brooklyn's POV*After playing football, Sean invited me and the guys over to his house to hang out. When we walked through the door, I heard the tv on, but no one was supposed to be home. Sean turned a corner, and so did we, to find Payton at his house watching tv in her adorable pjs and knee high socks. Looking hot af and not even trying should be her fucking job. She didn't even seem concerned that we were all here, and as soon as Sean and her started talking, I realized that Payton was Sean's sister. After a short while, I also found out that Payton wasn't the good girl I thought she was, which gave me even more reason to get to know her better. We decided to make snacks in the kitchen while Payton chose a movie for us to watch. Sean excused himself to go talk to Payton while we were in the kitchen. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I saw them hug and joke around a bit. Must be a sibling thing.~~~~~~~*Payton's POV*~next morning~I woke up to someone shaking me gently. Once I opened my eyes I saw that Layton was shaking me awake. Once I opened my eyes he left me alone. I was really confused because all of the guys were still on the couch, awake but not wanting to be. Then I remembered.

"Sh*t! What time is it?" I shot up in panic mode.

"9, why?" Sean asked.

"I'm meeting Kaden for football in half an hour! I've gotta go.."

Kaden Messi, son of Lionel Messi and ex-best friend, not by choice.

"Kaden's in London?" Sean asked confused.

"Yeah, I face timed him last night and we decided to meet up, I have to go," I scrambled up the stairs to my room to get ready. After I did my minimal makeup and tied my hair up, I got dressed in my football gear. A VS PINK sequined tee, with black Adidas shorts and Nike crew elites. For some reason I couldn't find the cleats that would match this outfit, that I wore last time I played. Crap I must of left them at the Beckham's! I ran downstairs and found no one home except for Sean in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Where'd Brooklyn go?" I asked.

"Home, why?" He questioned me with suspicion in his voice.

"I left my favorite cleats at the Beckham's last night and I need them for today!" I whined. It really wasn't that big of a problem, but I was under a lot of stress because I was running so late.

"Just go over there and pick them up, he lives down the street from us.." Sean said like I was a 5-year-old who didn't understand English. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my keys off the counter.

"Bye Sean!" I yelled on my way out the door.

I drove over to the Beckham's house and walked up to their double doors. I knocked four times and stepped back. Soon after Brooklyn answered the door. Out of all the Beckhams..

"Miss me already?" Brooklyn joked.

"In your dreams hun." I said sassily.

"Oh you are," he said winking.

"I left my cleats here last night I think.. Can you go see if they're on the field?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, then turned around and went off. I got a text from Kaden, probably about me being late.

•Kaden•So sorry Pay, can't do football today, parents are forcing me to go to a birthday thing for someone I don't even know and it's across 2 towns, won't be home till late but we can watch a movie then or go out for ice cream or something?

I groaned and leaned against the wall and slid down. I literally could've been sleeping right now. What if Kaden's avoiding me? What if he doesn't like me? What if I forced him into hanging out and he didn't want to? What if-- my thoughts were interrupted by Brooklyn coming back with my cleats.

"Here," he handed me my Hypervenom 2 ID's. "What's wrong?" He asked. Guessing that he noticed my sad face.

"Kaden just canceled on football with me, he's probably avoiding me because I was insane enough to think that we could pick up where we left off," I sighed, then got up to go. "Thanks for the-" Again, I was cut off.

"That's not true.. Don't say that. Kaden, or any guy would be crazy not to like a girl like you. Since you're all dressed up, do you want me to play with you? No one's using the field right now," Brooklyn asked with a hopeful face. Maybe he wasn't all bad, I mean he is kind of attractive.. What am I saying? Ugh. This lack of sleep is making me delusional. But seriously though, he looks to be truly caring about my issues, eh, one game wouldn't hurt.

"Sure, why not, if that's no bother," I gave in and smiled a little.

"Not at all, and you should smile more, it looks good on you," he said winking, leading me into the familiar house. "Now we play on one condition," he started smirking. If I win a to 3 game, you have to go on a date with me." He stated. I contemplated it for a while before responding.

"And if I win?" I said pretty confidently.

"I'll bring you Taco Bell freezes for a week whenever you want them." he countered.

"Deal. Done. I'm in. Let's go." I took the ball dribbling from his feet across the field. If taco bell's on the line, a girl can do anything, and I was not letting a Fuckboy take me out on a date.

After about 40 minutes of playing, the game was tied 2-2. I had the ball, running about 30 yards from the goal. I was about to kick it in when I got closer, and then the unexpected happened.