"Where you headed?" Nicole asked and i screamed dropping my purse sunglasses and phone.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I yelled at her picking up my stuff and hoping my phone wasnt cracked.

"Well i was hungry and i cant cook for shit so i came here" she smiled but it fell and her face changed into one of confusion.

"Youre all dressed up..you and lucas on good terms again?" She asked and i snorted.

"Im going out with a friend a shindig type thing and lucas hasnt spoke to me since like tuesday..its thursday but im leaving bye" i rushed before she asked anymore questions.

"You look nice" bryson said walking up to me i turned around giving him a hug and inhaled he smelled nice and fresh.

I had on a plunge line white body suit with a pair of high waisted lightwash jeans, nude louis vouiton shoes and a white michael kors purse. My hair was straight down to my backwith a slightwave.

"I know" i smirked flipping my hair. "So shopping then to eat or eat then shop?" He asked typing on his phone.

"Well we can shop first but this mall definately isnt where i shop im more into big names" i sassed.

"Oh so you the boujie type? Just when i thought i found a average girl" he sighed playfully.

"No its just i make money so why not spend it and especially if i cant take it with me when i die" i told him.

"We can take my car and i just drop you off tonight to pick up yours" he suggested as we walked to a matte-black lambo.

"This is your car?!" I screached in astonishment he just smirked and laughed.

"I cant get in your car your basically a stranger" i realized what the hell took me so long?!

"You have yacht parties drive a lambo and wearing true religion jeans for all i know you could be a traper and taking me to your trap house and selling me in a chain of female sex slaves" i blurted and he just laughed.

"Get in the car crazy" he laughed opening his door.

"No tell me what you do" i snapped closing the car door.

"What do you do?" He asked and that shut me up i was not about to tell him i was a stripper in the middle of a mall parking lot where people had already been stairing.

I stared at him angrily and he smiled sending me a kissy face and i rolled my eyes a small grin on my face.

"Can i see your phone?" I asked curiously as we drove to the outermore parts of cali where the designer stores were.

"Damn bambi you not my girl yet you trynna get me caught up already" he fake huffed. Reaching in his pocket he smirked. "Now if you feel something thats not my phone remember you put your hand in my pocket" he smirked.

"Give me your phone pervert" i laughed trying to reach to his other pocket.

"Mmm pervert? I dont think i like that nick name i like bry tilly better" he teased leaning towards me so i can reach his phone.

I scrolled through his playlist before hooking up the blue aux cord to his phone and playing march madness by future. I followed myself on his instagram and his snapchat and vise versa. Why the hell did he have so many followers.

"Bambi!" He yelled and i looked up from my phone and reading my instagram comments when i noticed he was holding up 2 shirts.

We were in some store called gentlemens club shopping for him of course. "I brought you shopping with me to help me not sit on your phone, you couldve did that at home" he huffed annoyed.

I glared at him. Who the hell he think he talking to. "Sorry i just..im stressed for this press confrence i have to look my best and my dad.. hes counting on me" he sighed sitting in the chair across from me.

"First of all i think both of those shirts are ugly and im glad you brought me with you and now that i know the event why not just wear a button up shirt a tie and jeans?" I asked.

"I dont want to wear something to dressy nor casual" he added pulling on his curls.

"Then add a blazer" i told him putting back the two ugly shirts he had and walking off to find a better outfit.

"937 dollars and 42 cents" the cashier said cringing slightly. Bry swiped his card easily not even acknowledging the price.

"Hi bryson" a lightskin girl said as we walked into red lobsters. He must come here often, he nodded at her and she smiled picking up two menus.

"Can i get a table for two...where you wanna sit?" He asked holding all our bags and not struggling in the least.

"I like window seats but we can sit near the back...i noticed you like to be secluded" i smiled shrugging. He was very standoffish if a store had to many people he wouldnt dare go in and he stayed very hidden.

Sitting in red lobster with a bunch of bags around our table i frowned.

"Whats the matter now drama queen?"He asked looking up from his menu.

Hes been calling me drama queen since i had a fit in the michael kors store because they didnt have the right color purse and they lady kept mugging me and saying slick shit under her breath to wear only i could hear like i wouldnt pop off and beat her ass.

"are you a murderer?" I ask and he stared at me a long time before laughing. "Its not funny bryson im serious" i huffed closing my menu.

"If i was would i tell you?" He contradicted his fingers twisting around his curls, he was a muderer and im going to die.

"Just kidding, gosh do you take everything so seriously?" He laughed.

"Bry you dont think its weird that we are sitting here like we've known each other for years and we dont know anything?" I asked because the curiosity was killing me.

"If i told you what i did you wouldnt believe me and if you do then you'll probably be like the rest of them i like our friendship and i'd rather keep it that way" he huffed and i knew the feeling so i stopped trying to get him to open up and just opened my menu.

"What do you do?" He asked adjusting his tight black long sleve shirt.

"Mind my buisness" i snapped not meaning for it to sound like that but it was a force of habit. He raised a perfectly crafted eyebrow and i squinted my eyes. "You get your eyebrows done?" I asked and he glared

"Are you ready to order?" A waitress asked stairing intently at bryson like i wasnt here.

"Yes actually! can i get the shrimp and lobster platter mashed potatoes instead of fettucini hold the vegetables and a side of 12 hot buffalo wings" i smiled not taking my eyes off her while snapping my menu shut.

"Im 22 i was born july 8th 1993 what about you?" I asked not liking the silence because he was typing away on his phone when mine buzzed.

I noticed somebody mentioned me on a instagram post. Bryson.. suprise suprise. It was 2 pictures of me one of me on my phone in the mall and the other me looking off into nowhere . 'She never pay me no attention yet still look good doing it' was the caption and i looked up to see a smirking bryson.

"Awwe i look good?" I teased and he rolled his eyes playfully.

Halfway through eating our food the lightskin girl came back to our table snapped a picture and ran off making me look at bryson who groaned.

"Ok ok i guess now i have to explain who i am, youre right its weird not knowing" he admitted. "I play profesional football" he started. "Last year was my first year and everybody was shocked to hear there was another beckham and that he was just as good as his brother, odell" he added.

"And if you dont want the pressure of being my friend and having stories made up most likely and stuff being twisted i understand and ill take you home" he sighed sadly.

•Bryson•

I liked my little island girl. She was cool and the fact that she didnt know i was famous made it easy to have a platonic friendship with her. Thats all i wanted. She slowly stopped chewing her shrimps and swallowed.

"Im a stripper" she shrugged. "I take off my clothes and twerk for money to pay for school to be a nurse practicioner, now can we finish eating before my mashed potatoes get cold."she stated bluntly a slight attitude comming out.

"Why you so defensive about it?" I asked curiously and she glared. "Because people judge me for being a stripper like its something i want to do, its not my first or second choice but it puts food on the table and pays for school" she corrected.

"Dont you just hate the stereotypes?" I ask her and she nods smiling. She understands what its like this why i dont want to loose our friendship.

"Anything else you want to tell me or you think i should know?" She ask taking a french fry off my plate.

"All that food you have and you taking mine" i huffed dramaticaly and she giggled.

"Noo this isnt all mine these wings are for my bestfriend she's always at my house so whenever one of us goes out we bring the other back food" she smiles.

"Well tell her im sorry" i smirk before taking one of the wings and she glares.

•Monét•

I was having a good time laughing and joking around when i seen something i did not want to see.

Lucas walked in with a blonde hair blue eyed overly tanned girl. Im not sure if i was mad he lied about that not being his type or if she was more orange than my fingers after i eat doritos.

"I actually dont feel good lets go" i groaned getting up only for lucas' date to bump into me.

"Bryson beckham?!"