endgame ~ brock purdy

eleven

SONG: I THINK HE KNOWS; TAYLOR SWIFT

It was the morning after Bethany's panic attack. When she awoke Bethany was greeted with a headache, like she always did the morning after having a panic attack. Even with a pounding in her head Bethany could only think about Brock. She couldn't get over how kind he was, how long he stayed with her, how he made her feel safe... during a panic attack.

Maybe that smile actually was genuine.

That's what it was... Brock's smile. Everytime Bethany looked at him and the side of his lips were slightly lifted up Bethany felt something inside. Something warm and cozy. Home.

After about five minutes of reliving the previous night Bethany drags herself out of bed to take an Aspirin and gets ready for work. Yesterday, Bethany wore a gray sweatshirt and bell bottom leggings. It didn't matter if she was going to wear sweats or a maxi dress... Bosa already knows what's under all of it and he wants to see... use... it all again. Bethany tried not to overthink too much but she could already feel her hands getting clammy.

Don't let him win Bethany. That's what he wants. You're stronger than this.

Bethany settled on a pair of (non-ripped) bell bottom jeans and a simple sweater. She slowly made her way out the door and got into her car driving to Levi's Stadium. She knew what car Nick drove from when she ran away from his house. However, she didn't know where he parked... she just wanted to be as far away from him as possible, which was going to be hard. Today, Bethany had to be on the field to edit footage of the guys practicing quickly. Of course, Bethany was happy that Brock would be there and today she was literally getting paid to watch him work out.

Just think about Brock.

The more Bethany thought about Brock and knowing that they were going to be within eye shot of each other all day put her mind at ease.

Bethany parked her car in her regular spot and made her way to the 49ers practice field. Luckily, Bethany always brought her equipment back and forth from work and home. She loved working in her office but she also liked being able to have the option of working in the comfort of her bed with her comfort movies on in the background.

Bethany found her way to the bench that was reserved for her and Adriana. As Bethany finished Adriana jumped on to the bench right next to Bethany, causing Bethany's soul to leave her body.

"Jesus! You scared the crap out of me."

"Relax... it's just me."

"Well, I got that now."

"Oh well would you look at that..."

"Look at what?"

"McCaffrey walking with Purdy right o clock."

Bethany turns her head to look in the direction Adriana was looking way too quickly.

"Yep. You're in love."

"I am not in love."

"Are you sureeee?"

"Yes, I'm sureeee. Adriana. Speaking of love... are you ok? Your face is really red."

"Oh me? Yea, I'm fine. And, I'm not in love with McCaffrey... I think I might be allergic to him. Everytime he comes close to me or even if I get all hot & bothered, my heart starts beating really fast, an-"

"Sounds like love to me."

Oh God.

Kyle Shananhan comes onto the field to start practice and the two girls get to work. Bethany's manager came over to her giving her the stats of the guys from the last game. Bethany is supposed to focus on the players who played best. Brock played best in the last game.

What a shame...

Bethany started working as soon as Adriana sent over a good amount of photos of Brock. Bethany could get used to this. If Bosa could get kicked off of the team that would make life close to perfection.

While Bethany was in the middle of putting an effect over Brock's footage she felt an elbow lightly going to her arm.

"What Adriana?"

"Can you tell your boyfriend to stop looking over here? It's messing with my shots."

"He is not my boyfriend Bethany."

"Then why does he keep looking at you all smiley?"

Bethany looks over at where Brock was and they locked eyes.

Maybe I'm allergic to him.

Brock gave a smile wave with that adorable smirk on his face. Bethany waves back with a small but warm smile. They were both falling for each other, and they were falling hard.

Who the hell does that wannabe quarterback think he is? She is mine. If he knows what's good for him he won't even look at her.

She belongs to me.