Endgame | A Bronwyn + Nate fanfic

Part 3

Nate's POV

7:52 PM

Bronwyn cringes at her own words, and I fight the urge to do the same. Is that really what she thinks of me? 

I would have to understand if it is, I admit. But when I turn to Bronwyn, she looks so forlorn and regretful that I have to stop myself from scooping her up in my arms and whispering that it's okay, because that's what I am.

I clear my throat, staring at the ground. Bronwyn sighs. I wish I knew why she sighs. When she sighs. I want to be the one to make her feel better.

"That's not really what I think of you." She murmurs, almost to herself, but I catch it. Ah-hah! Now for your moment, Nate! Don't mess it all up!

"Oh? Really? Then what do you think of me?" I turn back to her, grinning, and a blush flies up her neck, colouring her cheeks a rosy pink. This girl. She is so beautiful when she does that, I think, and I fight the urge to reach out and brush a loose strand of hair away from her perfect face.

"You wanna know, do you?" She challenges, grinning. I raise and eyebrow, hoping it isn't what I'm dreading. "Well, only if you go first." She playfully punches my arm, not enough to do any damage. The sudden movement makes the skirt part of her dress swish, and I tear my eyes away from her exposed thighs.

"Oh, yeah?" I cross my arms over my chest, partially to keep them from trembling. "I think..." I begin, dragging out the dreaded confession. Dizziness clouds my head, so instead, I focus on her bright grey eyes. I lean in, my lips brushing her ear slightly, and whisper as quiet as I can. 

"I think you're the prettiest girl I have ever met. And the smartest. And the kindest. And the... bestest?" I offer, pulling away. Bronwyn's eyes are full of shock. she stays quiet for a minute, and my stomach plummets as I come to the conclusion that she doesn't like me. 

"What?" She says after a while, narrowing her eyes. "Do you-" She stops in her tracks, eyes widening. I can't pinpoint the emotion there- all I know is that I'm about to die on the spot if she rejects me. Or says something. Anything. Hopefully she will just forget it and pretend like nothing happened.

Fortunately, Phoebe comes to my rescue, putting her elbow on Bronwyn's shoulder. "Gosh, it's serious over here!" She gives Bronwyn a gentle punch in her stomach, but Bronwyn looks like she is about to double over.

"Sure is," I agree, taking a swig of the beer bottle I filled up with water beforehand. I knew Cooper would probably get drunk, so I'd need to drive. Besides, I don't need to be drunk when I approach Bronwyn. I'm bad enough as it is.

"Oh- did I interrupt something?" Her green eyes widen, but I shake my head. "Nope. What can we do you for?" I offer. She glances between me and Bronwyn, but drops the subject. "I was looking for Knox-"

"Lounge." Bronwyn interrupts. She is now focussing on the floor, her arms tight by her side. Phoebe nodes slowly. "Alright. Cool," She gives me a thumbs up. Apparently, she can guess what I'm about to do. Or did do. Whatever.

"Cool" I repeat, dipping my head and walking away.

Welp, I just fucked that up real bad.