I was sitting outside the hospital on a bench crying to myself. I felt a tap on my shoulder I turned to find Nate
“what are you doing here?” I asked.
“My dad’s a doctor here, he asked me to drop something off with him” he said sitting down. “are you okay?” he put his arm around me.
“do I look okay?” my voice cracked. He didn’t say anything.
“do you want to go back to my house. Watch a movie or something to get your mind off of whatever is bothering you?” he smiled.
“sure.” I told him. I mean what could it hurt. I hopped in the passenger seat of his red overly expensive car and we drove to his house. When we arrived he escorted me up to his bedroom. I sat down on his bed while he grabbed the remote and turned the TV on to MTV. He walked over and laid down on the other side of his king size bed.
“come here” he said smiling and patting the bed right beside him. I rolled over and curled up against him with my head against his chest.
"thanks, for doing this" i said looking up and smiling at him.
"no problem" he said rubbing my back. He leaned in and pecked my lips.
"can i ask you something?" i said he nodded." youve known me your whole life, and youve never once been into me. why are you now?"
"well," he said letting go of me and sitting up "im not really into you" he laughed
"the what the fuck is this?" i yelled jumping off the bed
"i was being paid to do it. im so sorry Bree" he said.
"by who?" i yelled as he ignore me "By who Nate!?"
"The Barbies" he sighed
"seriously!?" i asked.
"yeah" he responed "its kind of sad, ya know, you turned on morgan for these girls who were being horirble behind your back."
"im going to go" i started walking out the door
"and for the record" he stopped me " i liked the old Bree better, i think everyone did."
