Not Gonna Fall In Love With You

Chapter Twenty

Hey, there brilliant person !

Author's Note in the end...

I hope you enjoy this part...♥

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"Hey there, love." Nate said, in a oh-so adorable but fake British accent. I gotta admit though, it was pretty impressive.

"Ooh! I didn't know we were going to go all British?" I said, hiding the obvious fear and anxiety in my voice.

How could I ever tell Nate about this?

Will he ever forgive me?

These questions were flowing through my brain. I had screwed up big time. Although, I didn't like the whole election thingy myself, I could never possibly deny the fact, that it meant the world to Nate. I remember him telling me, all about his campaign ideas, and how good was it going to look on his college application.

It was one of the things he looked forward to, much to my disappointment. Maybe it was because he had won the elections, three years in a go. Or because of the fact that it just magnified his popularity. I think I will go for the first one. I had been there in his last two victories, I had seen his face light up like a tube light when he was announced the Class President.

How could I forget about that?

I was just so caught up in proving Mindy wrong, that I failed to remember what effect would that have on my relationship.

That bitch.

"Do you have a problem with British? I could go French, if you want." He said as he put his arms around my waist, and pulled me closer to him. He cupped my face in his palms, and put his lips ever so softly on mine. I was a bit taken back, key word here: a bit. But returned his kiss back, and without hesitation our lips moved in sync with each other.

I hope this makes him feel a little bit better, when I drop the Election Bomb, on him.

What? Don't judge me for trying to influence my boyfriend's judgement, with some hardcore makeout session. What other choice did I have?

We continued devouring each other, slowly, but surely, when Nate suddenly pulled back. I was shocked for once, but was reliefed when I realised that he only stopped to breathe in some air.

I saw his gaze go down to my cheeks, and then to my lips, which were both, presumably tomato red due to the events that occurred the previous moment.

"Ahem.." We both turned around together, to see who was the one who interrupted our makeout, or I would like to say make up session.

It was Brie.

"Are you guys done exchanging saliva, or should I go back?" Brie said as her face coiled into a reaction replete with disgust.

Exchanging saliva? Who says that?

"We're done." Nate said innocently, as he moved away from me and sat down on the bench.

"Good, because my mother doesn't allow me to see pornos." Brie said while ignoring my death glare, and sat down on the bench putting her tray on the table. I made a face at her, and she replied back by sticking her tongue out.

"So, umm...anyways, how is your health, Brie?" Nate said, in a desperate attempt to change the topic.

" Horrible. I mean I am not sick, and nor do I have like a big round baby bump, but.."

"But, what?" I asked Brie, with genuine concern, I wanted to be there for my bestfriend, even if she is a real pain in the neck.

"But, I mean, look at these. I can't wear any of my shirts any more. I mean it looks like I have got implants." She said, gesturing to her chestal area. That girl is too open for public comfort. I mean who talks about the size of their, you know what, in front of a guy, who not to mention is dating your best friend.