GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#SEVEN.

The next day.

I walk onto the sidelines of the training field looking for Williams, he was late to his appointment, again.

I see Jimmy sitting on the field close enough to me so I approach him.

"Hey, have you seen Williams?" I ask.

"I have not." He pats the ground next to him. "You can wait here if you want, I'll help you look for him after I'm done stretching." He says.

I consider his offer for a moment. I didn't want it to seem as though, I was fraternizing with the players too often. I also wonder what his intentions were, since he seemed to take a liking to me, what type of liking, I wasn't sure.

I sit next to him anyway.

"How's your shoulder feeling?" I ask, as I run my hand back and fourth over the soft grass.

"I think it'll be ready for the game in a couple days." He smiles.

"That's good news." I smile back at him.

Suddenly Jimmy is shoved from behind and we both turn around to see Bosa, lightly jogging in place, grinning down at him.

They both laugh, taking it as a joke, but I had a feeling Bosa was being a little aggressive.

"You're not aloud to talk to her, man." Bosa, says.

"Says who?" Jimmy replies.

"Says her. You'll get her in trouble."

"I never said it like that, Bosa." I chime in, a little irritated with him showing up out of nowhere.

"You said it to me." He says, making me feel tense.

"—And you know exactly why I said that to you." I stare up at him unamused.

Jimmy looks back and forth between us then says "You guys got something going on?"

Bosa and I both quickly say "No" at the same time.

"Uh, Alright. Well, you wanna go look for Williams?" Jimmy asks me, as if he knew the situation was becoming uncomfortable now.

"Yeah, let's go."

Jimmy gives me a hand up from the grass and Bosa watches this anxiously. It was almost like he had came to talk to me, but chickened out and now his opportunity was gone.

We leave him standing there.

I eventually find Williams, I wanted to scold him for the fact he was late twice to his appointments now, but he was too big and scary to even try that so, I let it slide.

Later that day.

Bosa comes stalking through the front office door.

"Which room do you want me in?" He asks.

I lean my elbows on the desk and give him a confused stare. "I didn't know I was working on you today? You're not on the schedule."