The Footballer and the Model (Brooklyn Beckham)

.:Chapter Two:.

.:Chapter Two:.

"This party is sick!" Kyle exclaimed, dancing along to Five Colours in her Hair by McFly. It's an ace song, I'll give him. But my head was pounding against my skull, sending me dizzy. It was crazy. There were seats the other side of the room but I betted Kyle that I could dance for the whole night and if I stopped then I had to do karaoke. No chance. 

I continued to dance, singing along to the songs when I felt a pair of eyes on me. A very burning gaze. I did my best to ignore it, chatting to Kyle, gossiping about how he thought Lizzie was smoking hot.

"I've never seen someone that hot!" He exclaimed and I laughed, pushing him playfully. "Aside from you Amy Bear," He cooed, pulling on my cheeks. I slapped his hands away, frowning. I was changed now, into a little black dress with sequins all over, sticking to my sweaty skin and a pair of black heels making my feet kill.

"Tired yet?" He asked smugly, winking. I shook my head.

"Not at all babe. Am I allowed to go and request a song? Is is that out of the question?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'll let you do that," He sighed. I trotted up to the DJ, smiling up at him pleasantly.

"Hi darling. What song would you like?"

"Dark Horse by Katy Perry, please sir," I smiled, and he nodded, the end of this song finishing and Dark Horse blasting through the speakers. Kyle nodded at me in satisfaction and we both danced and sung, some people who didn't know the song leaving the dance floor.

"I'm gonna go and request a Hollywood Undead song," Kyle told me and skipped up to the DJ and requested one. "Have fun," He winked and walked off of the dance floor. I groaned, still dancing to Dark Horse. He's such a douche.

"Douche!" I exclaimed after him and I heard him laugh, swaggering towards Lizzie obviously. Sighing, I continued dancing, feeling a pair of hands on my hips, spinning me around to facing him. There was Brooklyn with his signature smirk on his lips.

"I'll keep you company," He smiled.

"Will you now," I said crispily. He nodded. "What if I don't want you to?"

"Then ,I'm afraid, I'll go against your wants and needs. Just this once."

"You're awfully confident for a guy with my knee at the place where the Sun doesn't shine," I threatened.

"I guess I'll take my chances," He shrugged. "How are you enjoying the party?"

"It'll be better if I had a drink," I admitted and he gestured towards the bar a couple of metres away.

"Why don't you go and get one then babe?" He smirked. I frowned and shook my head.