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Misunderstanding (Nate Maloley ft. Omaha Boys)

As I applied my favorite lip color in the bathroom mirror, the vibration of my phone on the counter top caught my attention. My boyfriend's name popped up on the caller ID.

"Hi, Nate." I spoke once the background noise emanated the speakers.

"Are you sure you don't want me to pick up? I don't mind driving there." He asks, trying to reassure himself more than me.

"I'll be fine taking my own car there. Don't worry. I'll see you in a few, okay?"

"Alright, drive safely babe. Just let me know when you get here." He says before we say our goodbyes.

I did my last minute touches and I was out the door. On the drive there, I couldn't help but feel my nerves set into my stomach. I didn't know whether it was because I was going to a party without Nate by my side on my way there or it was because I was going to a party where Nate's friends didn't like me.

It was pretty obvious that his friends didn't like me, but I didn't say a word to Nate about it in fear that he would feel the need to choose between them and myself, and we both know who he'd choose in a heartbeat.

After I found street parking, I managed to make it to the front door without calling Nate to tell him to meet me outside. I slowly opened it, hearing mainstream music fill the room. The party wasn't as packed as I thought it would be, making it easier for me to search for Nate. When I finally found him, he was talking to his friends. One of them nudged him, telling him I was here. He turns around and walks towards me flashing his beautiful smile that I absolutely love, leaving his friends to mingle with each other.

"Hey babe," his voice excited and a little louder than usual. He gives me a kiss on the cheek, making me forget about the uneasy feeling I felt earlier. "Do you want a drink?" He asked, but I declined his offer.

I look at his group of friends – Sam, the Jacks, and Swazz – who give me side glances as they sipped on their double stacked cups. The uneasy feeling returns and floods my entire body. I tried to excuse myself to find Emily, who invited me to the party, but Nate noticed the uncomfortableness that I was overwhelmed with.

"You okay?" He asked, his eyes softened and the space between his eyebrows slightly creased.

Surprised by his question, I nodded my head quickly, making it more obvious that there was something wrong. "What's going on?" He questioned again, stepping closer to me.

I couldn't look at him directly, worried that he'd make me explain what I was feeling when I didn't want to. Instead, I found myself unintentionally looking in the direction his friends were in. When he turned to see what I was looking at, his friends quickly looked away.

Nate turns back to me, even more confused. "Wait, do you and my friends have beef with each other?" He asked, crossing his arms and expecting an answer like I was a little child.

I shrug my shoulders, turned around, and walked away from him. I made my way through the kitchen and out the back door that led to the empty patio where Nate followed me.

"Y/N wait," he calls out, grabbing ahold of my arm. "What's going on? I thought you were cool with each other?" Like before, I shrugged my shoulders and avoided eye contact. I looked down at the ground, but he tilts my chin up so I look at him. "You can tell me anything. You know that," he reassures, which makes me feel slightly better.

I take a deep breath and prepared myself for whatever could happen next. "I just feel like I'm not their most favorite person whenever I'm around them and yes, I've noticed." I let out, this time not breaking eye contact, so I could see his reaction. "I don't think they like me...and I honestly don't know why." My voice sounded almost like a whisper and Nate knew that this was something that was bothering me for a while now.