Chapter 20

*Payton's POV*"Fuck off Jax," I scoff, continuing to kick in the balls.

"I'd rather you fuck me, but hey," he smirked.

"Do you really want to piss me off right now? Because I'd hate for that face of yours to be kicked in, and now that I think about it, might as well kick your tiny dick in while I'm at it." I say annoyed.

"I dunno, the aggression's sort of hot.."

"You know I'd love to see things from your point of view.. Too bad I can't get my head that far up my ass.. now fuck off," I scold, continuing to kick the lined up balls into the goal, harder and harder each time.

"Whatever.. I see you need the time to practice, since you're obviously not getting anywhere," he rolls his eyes and walks away.

"Oh, wait.. Jax?" I yell after him. He turns around and I hit him right near the eye. "That's for being such a dick all the time. And you're lucky you didn't get kicked anywhere else."

"Bitch," he muttered, holding his face where I hit him.

"Yeah, I know," I smirked and he walked away.

I kept kicking the ball around, practicing some tricks, when someone came behind me.

"Payton please listen to me," I hear a voice from behind me say. I turn around to face Brooklyn.

"How'd you know I was here?" I ask, making sure he's not tracking me or something like that.

"I know you better than anyone, you always go here whenever you're mad."

"You obviously don't know me well enough that I wouldn't like guys betting to get with me," I snap back, kicking the ball harder than ever this time.

"It wasn't like that, Payton. Listen... please," Brooklyn said.

"Please.... enlighten me on what happened," I snap, annoyed af.

"They made the bet without me.. they didn't tell Matt because they knew he would tell you. I thought it was stupid so I didn't do it... Then we went on a date, and I started liking you enough to know that you shouldn't be taken advantage of like that, and I joined the bet just so I could say I won, so they wouldn't take advantage of you. Please, Pay.. believe me when I say that I never meant to hurt you.. I love you, I really do and I'd have never thought that me, 'player and bad boy Brooklyn' would ever be saying that to a girl, but it's true," he finished off.

Kick

"You should of just told me about the bet as soon as you found out, I could handle myself."

Kick

"I know, and I'm sorry.. I didn't want you getting upset over that. I don't know why I keep screwing up with you, and I don't expect you to forgive me, but I just want you to know that those were never my intentions when I met you, an--" I just hugged him. And in a way that isn't just a goodbye hug, or a good night hug, it was a-everything else stops in the world except for what you're doing in this exact moment- type of hug.

"I know you'd never hurt me on purpose, I was just mad that all of this was going on and I was completely oblivious to it," I sighed.

"Well if guys ever bet on you again, I'll be sure to let you know first." he smiled. "what happened to your hand?" He asked me, looking at my busted up right hand.

"I punched Jax in the face.." I say quietly, trying to hold back a laugh and hoping he wouldn't hear me but drop the question.

"Nice one Payton," he laughed. "You okay though? You're pretty badly bruised.."

"Yeah, it's just a little sore, I'm fine," I laugh. He takes my hand then looks at it, just making sure I wasn't lying and I was honestly fine. He puts his lips up against my hand and kissed every bruised knuckle.

"All better?" He asked.

"Much," I answered pulling him in for a short kiss.

"Sorry about Jax... He's sort of the ass on the team.." Brooklyn explained.

"It's fine, he didn't get to me that much."

"It got to me though, no one should be picking on my babe," he winked. "I knew that you wouldn't of wanted me to pick a fight, he gets to me too, but I don't want to make you upset. Ever."

"I know, you did the right thing not fighting him. You handled yourself well," I smiled.

"Thanks. So what're you doing for your birthday?" He smirked. We started passing the ball between us.

"You remembered? Great..." I said with sarcasm in my voice.

"Yes I remembered, you're turning 16! How could I forget my babe's birthday?"

"Because I told you on the first day we met.. figured you would've forgot by now," I laughed.

"I'm not as oblivious as you think I am Pay," Brook winked. "but seriously, what're you doing?"

"My parents are throwing me a sweet 16, but a lot of my friends can't make it because they're in LA.. I've spent all of my birthdays with my friends...." I sighed.

"I'm sure it'll still be fun though."

"Yeah.. I have to go shopping for my outfit though, you wanna come help?" I put on my puppy dog face.

*Brooklyn's POV*Payton was telling me about how her parents were having a party for her. Since her friends were in LA, I wanted to get them to come and surprise Payton. I already got her her present, but her friends would make her birthday even better.

"Yeah.. I have to go shopping for my outfit though, you wanna come help?" She asked me.

"Of course, wanna go now and later we can sip some coffee and talk shit about people?"

"I'd love that," she laughed and gave me that award winning smile, and I picked up her football stuff for her. She changed back into what she was wearing before, and we got to the mall.

"Where do you wanna go first?" I asked her. Her eyes lit up as soon as we got inside, like a child in a candy store.

"Victoria's secret!" She practically yelled, grabbing my arm and tugging me towards the overly-pink store. Honestly I wasn't complaining, I mean she asked me which colors of different things I liked better, and that made me feel like she actually gives a crap about what I think.

"Which one do you like better? I can't decide but I don't wanna have two of the same style but in different colors.." She asks me, pointing at a white vs black lace set.

"They're both pretty hot..." I say smirking, "but black's always sexier. Especially on you," I whisper the last part. She grabs the set, and a few other things from the store, and we go and check out.

"Hey, that's my face!" Payton pointed out, on one of the VS framed pictures at the cashier, she was modeling. The cashier gave her a strange look, then looked back at the picture.

"You're Payton Foster?!" The cashier said wide-eyed while Payton gave her her gold Angel card or whatever it's called. All I know is, that every VS angel gets one, and it's basically an all access pass.

"In the flesh," she smiled at the cashier.

"Very nice to meet you, how was your visit here today?"

"It was great, I got this one to tag along," Payton smiles at me, and I take a hold of her hand, intertwining our fingers together.

"That's good to hear, well I hope you have a great day!" The cashier says, handing Payton 2 VS bags.

Once we were done in VS, we were making our way to Burberry. We walked by a group of guys, who I couldn't help but notice were checking Payton out. Apparently she noticed too. I stopped our walking, and just kissed her, grabbing her butt a little too(;

The guys seemed to lose interest, and Payton looks over at me grinning. I can tell, even without her saying anything, that she meant that I was jealous.

"Just showing them what's mine.. that's all," I say winking.

"Well I think it's cute," she giggles a little.

We end up going to Burberry, Chanel, Prada, Hollister, American Eagle, Forever21, Tom Ford, Michael Kors, Swarovski, and Brandy. After all that, we're so worn out, and need coffee to keep from collapsing right here and right now.

We make our way to Starbucks and wait in the line. Payton's been getting better about her eating, so hopefully she'll drink some Starbucks today.

"Um, Brook," I hear her say, a little worry in her voice. I look over at her and she's staring at someone in a group of girls. When that someone turns around, my heart skips a beat, and not in the good type of way like when I kiss Payton. Like when you hear bad news, or you feel like you're about to be broken up with sort of thing. The girl turns around and smirks when she sees us, making her way over here.

The last person I would ever want to see.

The bitch sent from hell to ruin my relationships.

Savannah.