Chapter 44

*Payton's POV*Me and Ethan were playing football for a while now, and we decided to head back, because I wanted to get to the game earlier. I loved scoring a few goals in the huge stadium when no one was watching. It was such an amazing feeling; an empty stadium, and it's just you and the ball. Nothing else matters in that moment, and that's what I loved most about football.

"I must say, you do live up to the Foster name," he smirked, as we walked back to the hotel. The field we found was a few minutes walking distance, and was only occupied by a few teenagers on the other side.

"I try," I giggled. I considered asking Ethan to the game with me, but I wanted to hang out with Kaden one on one because I haven't seen him in a really long time.

We made our way into our hotel room and found it to be vacant. Huh, Sam and Kenny must of been in one of the other rooms hanging out with the guys.

I took my phone out and texted Kaden to see what time we were going to the game.

I saw that I had other messages and such, but decided to look at them later.

•Payton•What time are we gonna go to the game? I wanna get there early to shoot some goals and stuff😜

•Kaden•I'll come and get you so we can leave in 15 mins?

I looked at the time on my phone, and it was 10:43, so at about 11 Kaden would get here.

•Payton•See you then🙆🏼

I ran into the bathroom and fixed my makeup a little, then put on a strappy white top that showed my back, and some black cutoff shorts, paired with all white vans(pic in media slot), since I didn't want to be walking around in my cleats all day and looking weird. I walked out of the bathroom to see that all of the guys were in here now, like thanks for the invite guys.. I grabbed my cleats, my dad's jersey for later, and phone, and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Kaden to come to my room.

"Where are you going all dressed up?" A guy with really intense blue eyes asked me, Nash I think.

"This isn't dressed up," I laughed, "and Barça's playing LA Galaxy today and I'm dying right now just thinking about it," I say excitedly.

"Awh really? I pictured you as more of a West Bromwich kind of girl," Kenny said.

"I have a lot of favorite teams, but since my dad plays for Barcelona, I'm forced to love it," I say, in a sort of 'I don't mind' tone.

A knock interrupted our talking and I went to go answer the door.

"Ready?" Kaden asks me, leaning up against the doorframe. I nod my head and say bye to the guys before leaving. Ethan doesn't look up from his phone at all, and honestly I don't care if he's jealous or not. I explained to him that we were just friends and if he doesn't get that then that's his problem.~~~~~~~Once we entered the LA Galaxy stadium, I was in awe. I've been here before, twice actually, but it never ceased to amaze me, and somehow take my breath away. It's like when you play, all eyes are on you, in the 25,000 seats there, everyone was watching you.

Only the teams and crew were inside, as well as me and Kaden. I saw my dad and ran up to him to give him a hug, since I hadn't seen him since I left for the tournament almost 2 weeks ago. Kaden went to go talk to his dad, and left me and my dad to talk.

"How're you feeling Pay?" He asked me. He knew about the memory loss I've had since the accident, but I had a feeling he didn't know how bad it was.

"Honestly, I can't remember much, just what people have told me, like my name and what I do," I sighed.

"It'll come back to you, just don't stress yourself out too much about it," he said as some of his team crowded us, but giving us a few feet of space.

"So this is the famous Payton we keep hearing about, we've heard that you're quite the player," a guy from the front of the crowd says.

"Indeed it is," I smiled. "Nice to meet you all."

"As with you. So are we gonna see you on the field today?" The same guy asked.

"Hoping to get to it," I say holding up my cleats that were in my hand. I excuse myself while I go over to the bench and lace up my black metallic cleats.

I stand up and take a step until someone walks right into me, making me lose my balance a bit.

"Sorry, babe," a boy with brown hair and eyes says looking down at me smirking.

"I'm not your babe," I roll my eyes and begin to walk off.

"Yet," he winks and walks off in the other direction. Ugh, fuckboys are multiplying by the minute I swear.

I run over to the sidelines and grab a football, making my way out to the field. I begin dribbling, and soon a guy wearing a team jersey got up in front of me, defending. I advanced toward him, and played with the ball between my feet moving to the left, then faking to the right only to go left again. The guy lunged after the ball to the right and ended up being on the ground as I swept around him and kicked with my left foot seeing as I was positioned like that and had no other choice. I kicked and my dad was already positioned as goalie, so as the ball traveled up toward the right corner, he lunged after it and almost flicked it away, but it made it in anyway.(look at vid in media slot to see a few tricks).

"Your dad wasn't kidding when he talked about you.." The guy I just played got up from the ground. I shot my dad a glare for talking about me and he shrugged his shoulders.

"She beat me, Van Persie and Foster all by herself once," another guy came up to us. I did? I don't remember..

"Well I'll be damned," the opponent I played said. I sighed and went to go kick some free kicks into the goal, giving my dad some goalie practice. I made them in most times, except for a couple times. I mean no one's that good.

I went back over to the bench where my stuff was, and sat down to drink my ice cold bottled water.

"You're pretty damn good, babe. Wonder what else you're good at," someone whispered into my ear, making me jump a little. I turn around to see the same guy who ran into me from before smirking.

"Can I help you with something? Or are you just here to annoy me?" I ask as he circled around and sits next to me on the bench.

"Oh you can help me in more ways than one," he smirked again. I rolled my eyes and for some reason I don't know of, he continued, "I'm Brooklyn. Beckham, but you probably already knew that," he said with a wink.

"I didn't actually, nor did I want to, but thanks for the fun fact," I smiled sarcastically.

"Feisty. I like that," he winked and I broke eye contact. "And you might be?" He asked, tilting my chin so I'm forced to look into his eyes.

"Payton, Foster. But you probably already knew that," I said sarcastically mimicking him.

"Well, Foster, our dads are rival teams, how about we make a friendly bet." He smirked.

"Oh hell no, this isn't going to be a bet where I'm gonna end up having to sleep with you, no matter how confident I am that Barça's gonna win. I've done that before, never again," I shuddered at the memory.

"Not like that," he assured me, chuckling at the thought. "If Barça wins, pick your poison," he rolls his eyes at the idea of Barcelona winning. Which they will.

"When Barça wins--" I started.

"If." He added. I rolled my eyes at that.

"You have to go shopping with me, and follow me around carrying my bags for a week," I smirked.

"One shopping trip, that's nothing," he laughed.

"Bitch please, I go everyday, maybe even twice in a day, carrying 15 bags minimum." I smirked again. Oh boy, you do not know what you're in for.

"You're saying it like you've already won, not so fast cocky," he winks. "If I win, you have to kiss me. I won't tell you when and where, it'll just happen," he smirks. I roll my eyes and go on my phone, starting to plan out where I'll be shopping at tomorrow.

He doesn't know what he's in for.