GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#THREE.

The next morning.

I wake up slowly, hearing my alarm chiming to the side of me. I mildly open my eyes and swipe it off on my phone.

I sit up feeling uneasy. The first thing on my mind was Nick Bosa, and I wasn't feeling that great about it. More than anything, I needed to get him out of my mind, not in it.

My stomach swirled with dirty thoughts of him, and the dreams I had of him last night.

"Stop it." I quickly say, out loud.

I get ready for my work day by brushing my teeth, putting on some makeup, and tying my dark brown hair back into a high ponytail.

Then, I pull on some black Lulu Lemon leggings and an athletic collard shirt.

I stand staring at my green eyes in the reflection of the mirror. Studying my appearance for a moment.

Why did he think I was cute?

Nothing particular stood out about my looks in this clothing attire I had to wear everyday. Maybe besides, the fact I was in decent shape and the leggings hugged my hips and ass just right.

—But other than that, I felt sorta just, plain.

I grab my keys and head into work.

As I'm walking on the side of the field to the SAP building, I notice Bosa in his uniform doing sprints.

Immediately go up to him.

He stops, breathing heavily and puts his hands on his hips, looking a bit annoyed I was approaching him.

"What are you doing?" I say, in a bit of an interrogation manner.

"I'm training." He replies, between breaths and wipes sweat from his forehead.

"Why?"

"They're putting me back in. I'm playing tomorrow."

"Your hamstring is pulled. That's a horrible fucking idea." I frown at him.

"It feels fine now." He says, starting to twist his hips back and forth.

"You just said yesterday it wasn't." I argue.

He stops what he's doing and stares at me.

"I'm fine. Can you leave me the fuck alone, please? I'm trying to work."

"Wow, really?" I wrench my head up and stare back at him.

"Yeah." He says, before taking off on another sprint.

I turn to watch him, shaking my head.

"Fucking idiot." I mumble under my breath.

The rest of the day I didn't see him, he didn't come in for his therapy and he was already gone by the time I got off of work.

I realized that football was probably more important than anything in his life, even more important than himself.

That's why you never date a football player.