British Blue Eyes

•Dinner with the Devil•

;Eryn

"Please don't make me go, I don't feel to well" I lied.

"Eryn Amelia Lampard, don't lie to me so get upstairs, shower and change into something nice. You are going whether you like it or not" I groaned know I was not going to win this war and trudged up the stairs.

I showered and straightened my hair. I applied make up like foundation, concealer, blush, eyeliner, mascara and eyebrows because this is a formal dinner with the devil. I changed into a metallic skater skirt with a black crop top and black heels. I grabbed my clutch and took a quick mirror pic for all my followers out there on IG and Twitter.

"Is this nice enough" I said sarcastically. My mum nodded and we got into the car and the chauffeur drove us to the destination or should I say deathstination.

When we arrived his house was massive. Jesus it was like Buckingham Palace it was humungous. We drove down the pebbles driveway to the front door and six people stood and the doorstep ready to greet us including the devil himself.

"David, Victoria thank you for inviting us." my mum said as we all greeted eachother. The Beckhams. He would be a Beckham wouldn't he. No wonder he had such a bad boy rep.

"Ahh British Blue Eyes couldn't stay away could she" he chuckled.

"Ha ha so funny I forgot to laugh" which made him laugh even more.

"Great sense of humour you have" I sarcastically laughed.

"Thanks" I said and we walked into the dining room where there were 10 places set. "can I ask you a quick question?" I turned to face the boy as he sat next to me.

"Fire away"

"What's your actual name?" I said

"You don't know?" He said in disbelief.

"I know what your second name is obviously, just not your first" I said

"Brooklyn, my first name is Brooklyn. My full name Brooklyn Joseph Beckham, yours?"

"Eryn Amelia Lampard" I said "now will you just call me Eryn" I said

"Hmm no" he said

"Why not?"

"I like British Blue Eyes better." he said. "It's catchy and well your British"

"But your British too" I said.

"Ye but I don't have blue eyes. I have brown."

"Well British Brown Eyes" I said. He laughed.

"It's different. It doesn't roll off your tongue like British Blue Eyes" he said. I rest my case.

"Whatever" he smirked in victory.

;Brooklyn.

She was a feisty one this one and I like it. None of the other girls would ever argue or fight back with me especially Kayla and her clique they just suck up to me and try and get me to date Kayla which will never happen ever. ugh she just annoys me.

Food was served and we all got to know each other. I now know her name is Eryn which is a pretty name but I still like British Blue Eyes because one. it's personal and two. it annoys the hell out of her.

After dinner we were all sitting in the living room chatting you know business etc.

"So Eryn have you ever modelled?" My mum asked.

"No" she replied which actually shocked me because well she's a very pretty girl. "well I have once but I didn't like it" she said.

"Why not? I thought you loved it." My mum asked.