endgame ~ brock purdy

nineteen

SONG: CLEAN; TAYLOR SWIFT

It's been about a week since the incident with Bethany's dad. Brock has shown Bethany nonstop love and made sure she knew he wasn't going anywhere.

It was a game day so Brock and Bethany hadn't seen each other yet but Bethany had the day off.

It was about noon and since the game started at two Bethany was already almost done getting ready. Right before she could apply her lip her phone rang.

Brock 🫶

"Hey baby, you ready to take down those Bengals?"

"Ha, hopefully. Hey, my family's gonna be at the game today and they were wondering if you would want to sit with them in the suite."

"Oh, I would love to! Just text me the suite number and I'll see them up there. Tell them "thank you" please!"

"On it. I'll see you after the game?"

"You know it. Good luck out there baby, you've got this."

"Thank you darling. I don't know what I'd do without you... you are seriously the best."

"And you are seriously the sweetest... bye baby."

"Buh - bye."

Not his family wanting me to sit with themmmmm. Ok. I've officially won.

TIME SKIP >>>

The game had just ended. The Niners won. They were one step closer to getting to the Super Bowl and Bethany could not have been more proud of Brock and most of the team. Throughout the game Bethany noticed Brock would steal some glances up at the suite or would point to the suite after he made a good play.

Since Bethany worked for the 49ers she had access to go "backstage" so after staying to chit chat with the Purdy's for a little Bethany made her way to the locker room to wait for Brock.

Bethany arrived outside the locker room and went through some notifications and emails on her phone while waiting for Brock to finish up. Some of Brock's fellow teammates started coming out. They all knew how Bethany was and said their 'hellos'. So far, George Kittle, Deebo Samuel, Kyle Juszczyk, and Fred Warner have exited the locker room.

Bethany had gotten all caught up and decided to go on her favorite app Pinterest. She had been wanting to add some stuff to her kitchen so began working on a board for that. While Bethany was lost in the endless void of pins she barely noticed when someone walked out of the locker room. Luckily she did because when she looked up Bethany locked eyes with her least favorite person.

Nick Bosa.

Bethany quickly looks back at her phone frantically scrolling on Pinterest praying that Nick would just walk away.

"Why weren't you on the field today?"

Shit.

"Oh- um... I had the day off."

"Well, then why didn't I see you in the stands?"

"It's a big stadium Nick."

"I wouldn't miss you... where were you?"

"In the Purdy's suite."

"Why? Don't tell me you have something going on with lil ol' Purdy."

"It's none of your business."

"Oh it is completely my business."

"How is my love life your business?"

"Because you are mine Bethany. No one can have you but me."

"Sorry, but in case you forgot I'm a freakin person not property. I don't belong to anyone."

"You belong to me and that's final."

"Whatever..."

Bethany goes to walk past Nick but before she can get far a harsh grip latches around her wrist.

"Ow... Nick let go of me."

"No. Not until you tell me you're mine."

"Well, that's not gonna happen. Just let me go."

"No."

"Nick, please you're hurting me."

Nick opens his mouth to respond but is cut off by the door to the locker room opening and someone walking out.

Brock.

My hero.

Nick immediately lets go of Bethany's wrist and walks away.

Brock immediately lifts up Bethany's wrist to look at it.

"Are you ok? Did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine..."

"Beth... oh my gosh. There's already a bruise forming."

"It's ok Brock really. I'll be fine."

"No Beth. He hurt you."

"It's just a bruise.... I promise... I'm fine."

"Sorry, but I have a sister who has taught me that when a girl says that she's fine she is quite literally the opposite. So, consider this the one time I'm not going to listen to you."

He knows the girl rule.

"Ok, it's a little sore but I will be perfectly fine. I promise I'll put ice on it."

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise."