You stand there waiting for Tyler as you see a truck pull up. The guy steps out of the car and makes his way over to you, it must be Tyler.

“Tyler?” you say as he moves closer, as he becomes back lit by the headlights and suddenly you recognise his face..it’s not Tyler, it’s Nate Fucking Jacobs.

“No. No.” you shake your head and turn away from him.

Nate reaches out and grabs your arm. He turns you around to face him, you look at his hand, and then him with tears in your eyes - you feel used and bewildered.

“Calm down. Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you.” Nate says softly as he gently caresses your arm

“I know you have preconceptions about who I am based on the first time we met . And I know you don't like me... But the person you met that night wasn't me.” Nate explains himself

you look at him with horror in your eyes. “Can you let go of me?”

He notices his hand is still gripping her arm. He lets go. “I'm sorry.” He still stands close.

“Over the last few weeks, I've spent almost every hour of every day talking to you. Getting to know you. Every night, I fall asleep with you and every morning I wake up to you.” Nate says sounding genuine for once.

“In some ways, I feel like I'm closer to you than anyone else in this world.” he adds

you start to get emotional, you turn away - you walk over to the bench, and sit down. Nate moves towards you. Nate reaches out and slowly lifts your head up. You look up at him.

“I don't trust you, Nate.” He brushes your hair back behind your ear as you speak with tears rolling down your face

“I don't trust you, either.” he whispers softly before leaning down and kissing you gently on the lips.