Braelie's POV:

I was walking down the street with a group of "friends." They were all talking about what they were doing for the summer. "Well, I'm going to Florida with my boyfriend," a girl Kayla says. "What are you doing, Braelie?"

It's dark, so I can't see the smirk on her face, but I can picture it. "It's just I haven't seen you with someone before. I mean, it must be really sad and lonely to be single for that long, right?"

Before I can say anything, we fear a rumble come from behind us. I internally groan as we watch a sleek Rolls Royce pull up beside us. A hot Italian Greek god steps out wearing black dress pants and a grey button-up.

The girls were gawking at him as I tried to look away. He leans against his car and chuckles, "Braelie darling, c'mon, let's go. You know I don't like you out after dark without me,"

I sigh and start walking towards the car. But Kayla opens her mouth, "Hey Braelie, maybe you guys could give us a ride? I'll invite you guys to come to florida?"

Beckham's POV:

I chuckle as your friend stares at me. I open the door for you with a hand on the small of your back. I look back at her, "Unlike my girlfriend, I don't mind telling you that I don't like you, so no," I shut your door and get in the driver's side. I roll down the window and look at the group of girls, "Oh and don't worry about inviting us to Florida. We're going to be in Italy for the summer,"