Chapter 48

*Payton's POV*We finished up 20... Or 40 questions or whatever within a few minutes.

Within that span of time, I found out that Brooklyn doesn't do relationships, which meant that he's never had a girlfriend, but many, many girls.

He doesn't like girls who don't give themselves up on a silver platter, which is what he meant by "plays hard to get."

He likes all types of movies and food, and prefers Bubble tea over Starbucks, as do I.

I dodged the question about my favorite food, but I think that I've made him suspicious. I took too long to answer, and probably looked nervous, which a normal person doesn't look nervous when they talk about how much they love sushi. He dropped it, but still looked unconvinced.

We were now done with the questions, and it was getting really hot now. If I were to judge, I'd say that it was about 90 degrees (F) out today.

Brooklyn got up and held out his hand.

"C'mon, I wanna show you somewhere," he said. I took his hand and got up myself, as he led me into the woodsy area.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, weirded out that we were clearly walking into nowhere. I heard a faint sound of water rushing, but realized that it was just the waves on the beach.

"Patience, Princess," he rolled his eyes. After a minute or two of walking, we arrive at a small gently falling waterfall, that flows into a small pond/lake of its own, that attached to the ocean eventually. I just stood there in awe of what my eyes were seeing. It was so beautiful, but I felt like I've seen it all before.

Brooklyn got into the shallow end of the pond, being about waist deep, submerged in water. He held out his hands and I stared at him like he was crazy. What was even in that water! There could be a dead body or something, who knows, I can't see through the water..

"Don't you trust me?" He asked. I hesitated. Did I really trust a stranger I met yesterday?

But something inside me, told me to trust him, so I sighed and gave in, still the smallest bit hesitant. His hands gripped my waist as he picked me up set me into the water from the ground level, which was a few feet up, not counting the water depth. The water was the perfect temperature for a hot day. It wasn't too cold that it gave me chills, but it wasn't too warm that it was uncomfortable considering that it was so hot out.

He started walking towards the waterfall, silently cueing me to walk along side him.

But I didn't budge, because I've always had somewhat a fear of water I can't see through. And the slimy rocks underneath my feet didn't help one bit.

Brooklyn noticed me not following him, and came back the few feet he'd already taken. He came close, so close, that I could feel his hot breath against my ear.

"You should really learn to trust me, kitten. I won't let anything hurt you," he whispered into my ear and I felt my stomach flutter. The feeling of his warmth radiating onto me soon left as he backed up and held out his hand for me to take. I looked into his eyes, then his hand, and interlocked my hand in his(pic in media slot).

He led me up the side of the waterfall, and we climbed up about 10 feet above water level. I followed him onto a ledge, where the waterfall surrounded us, and the view was amazing. I took a seat, swinging my legs over the edge.

"I come up here to think a lot, no one bothers me up here.." He finally broke the silence, taking one last glance before sitting down next to me.

"It's amazing, I mean it's one of the prettiest things I've seen, takes your breath away doesn't it," I stare out into the distance at the ocean waves crashing onto the sand.

"Yeah, it does," Brooklyn said in almost a whisper. Although, he wasn't looking at the scenery, no. Out of the corner of my eye, he was just looking at me. "And to answer your question, I don't know what I'm trying to do." He said casually.

My eyes shifted from the scenery, to meet his gaze.

"What question?" I asked confused-like. I seemed to be saying that a lot now, don't I..

"You asked me what I was trying to do, what my game was with you. My answer is I don't know.... I don't know what I'm doing because this has never happened to me before. I'd usually just hook up with some girl that'd throw herself at me and never see her again." He said and I rolled my eyes. No shit, that's what a Fuckboy does... "But you're something different. You never threw yourself at me like every other girl does. You don't care that my parents are famous, because you know how it is, having to live up to it, being under a spotlight constantly for the whole world to see. You don't treat me differently because of that.. you're so.... real with me. It's hard to find that." He finishes off. I was so stunned and caught off guard by that. Brooklyn just let down his barriers. Well that's something that I thought I'd never see.

"Well someone's a softie, I see," I wink at him jokingly.

"What? No I'm not, Foster! I'd rather be called a Fuckboy again," he blushed but tried to hide it.

"Yeah sureeeeee," I laughed. Without saying anything, Brooklyn grabbed my waist and dangled me over the edge, threatening to drop me into the water below.

"Brooklyn let me down! And on the ledge before you get any smart-ass ideas!" I begged, seeing as I'm still terrified of the water below.

"What's the magic word?" He sang-song.

"Brooklyn let me down on the ledge please," I said starting to hit his shoulders. His hands gripped tightly around my waist, sending shock waves through my body. I decided to set that aside, and made a mental note to interrogate myself for that later.

"Hmm, the magic words I was looking for were 'Brooklyn's the sexiest guy I've ever seen and he's better than me at football, and I secretly sneak looks at his 8-pack whenever he's not looking because I can't resist myself," he smirked.

"What?! I'm not saying that!" I exclaimed. "God your ego sometimes.." I muttered.

"What was that?" He raised his eyebrow at me.

"Nothing," I held back a smirk.

"Are you sure? Hmmmm.... Whoops my hands slipped," he said as his grip on my waist released and he jumped into the water after me.

I surfaced into about shoulder depth water, feeling that disgusting, slimy feeling of rocks at the bottom of my feet.

"Brooklyn! You know I don't like water! How--" I began yelling at him when suddenly he silenced me by crashing his lips into mine.

A freaking zoo exploded inside my stomach, as he rested one hand on around my waist pulling me close, and the other was on my cheek, tilting my chin up as our lips perfectly aligned(pic in media slot). I was stunned for a second, not reacting, but then finally kissed back.

The kiss finally broke apart and I stood there to see a smirking Brooklyn.

"You happy now?" I asked referring to the bet.

*Brooklyn's POV*Payton was joking around, making fun of me for practically confessing that I liked her in a way. Maybe she caught on, or maybe she didn't.

I had gotten a brilliant idea, and carefully gripped her waist, slinging her over the edge.

She was freaking out, looking quite adorable if I were to judge.

Then I finally dropped her in the water, and jumped in after her. We both resurfaced, and she started yelling at me, which too was adorable.

I knew that this was the perfect moment to cash in for the bet. I didn't say anything, and cut off her frantic yelling with a kiss. It took her a while, but she finally kissed back.

Does that mean that she might like me back? The kiss lasted a short while longer, and we pulled back as I smirked.

"You happy now?" She asked me, talking about the bet. Is that why she kissed back? Just because of the bet?

It was the only reason I could think of, because why would someone as perfect as Payton like someone like me.

She was right, I was a player, a Fuckboy. I've never had feelings for someone, and I was sure I did after that kiss. I felt something I've never felt before, and I knew that it wasn't just the cold water I was standing in up to my shoulders.

For the first time, I'd liked someone, and it was my own fault that she didn't like me back.

"Yeah, very much so," I put a smirk on my face to hide the hurt I felt. She looked like she'd bought it.~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~*Payton's POV*Brooklyn dropped me off home, but didn't talk to me at all on the drive back. Well someone's manstruating..

I thought we kind of had a moment back there, where he told me that he sort of liked me, and kissed me.

I've never felt something so strong like that kiss before, and that's what scares me the most. Those butterflies in your stomach, and the Sparks running throughout your body, but it was like these effects were intensified when I kissed Brooklyn.

But I guess he did all that just to get a kiss back from me, classic Fuckboy.

Whatever though, I wasn't gonna let him ruin my mood. I called up Cara, hoping she'd find us a party to go to.... Or crash.

After a few rings, she answered.

C-hey hun, glad you called! I've missed you!P-Same! I've been caught up for some time now, but I'm free tonight. Find a party, I need to forget someone tonightC-You always seem to... I'll be over in 20, be ready it's a strip party downtownP-See you then

I hung up and got ready for the party.~•~•~•~•~•~•~Cara arrived as promised, and we drove to the party downtown. As we pulled up, I saw a 3 story stone lined house, with lights seeping out from the many windows it had(pic in media slot).

We walked in, and the powerful smell of booze, and sound of pounding music hit us hard. We stripped, and I was left in my black lace VS bra and panty set, that had straps and slits, being one of my favorites from their latest collection(pic in media slot).

Cara was in a similar set, but in a white lace print.

She dragged me out to the dance floor, and we danced for a while, but then wore out quickly and needed waters.

We walked over to the drinks table, and there were only red solo cups filled with clear liquid. Oh, but I knew that it wasn't water. Maybe I should drink... I mean I used to get drunk at parties before, and it only helped me have more fun. My parents are out of town, so they wouldn't care.

But Sean would freaking murder me, and what good could come of drinking at a party?

Cara chugged two cups down, and tossed the empty cups into the trash can beside the table.

I've always admired her fun, carefree attitude.

But I wasn't her though, and I knew that this would have consequences.

I was about to set my untouched cup back on the table with the others, when something caught my eye.

I looked a bit more, and saw that Brooklyn was here. He had turned his back now, and had a short blonde around him, and I didn't need to look anymore to know that they were about to start the competition of who could swallow each other first.

Well no shit Sherlock, what do you expect from the biggest Fuckboy around?

I glanced back at the red cups stacked unevenly on the table, making my OCD twitch on the inside. I contemplated drinking or not, scenarios running through my head.

"C'mon Pay, let loose, live a little," Cara urged me on.

Oh fuck it.

I took a cup into my hand and chugged the contents, then another, then another. Cara drank one more to catch up, and we headed back to the dance floor.

I was finally starting to let loose now, all my problems named Brooklyn Beckham floating away as the night went on, and more alcohol entered my body.~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~This was probably one of my favorite chapters to write, I hope you guys liked it, comment what you thought💘 xxo Madison