GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#TEN.

"What the fuck?" I shove him in the chest. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, huh?"

"Whoa.." He looks around. "What do you mean?— What are you doing?"

"You trying to get me fired? Are you serious?"

He continues to scan the field, momentarily taking his eyes away from me. "Can we talk about this in private? People are looking at us, Liliana."

"You better come talk to me right now." I scold him.

He follows me back into my office and I lock the door behind us. I turn around to face him crossing my arms, I stare up at him, nostrils flaring and not backing down.

"So, explain yourself. Now."

"First of all, I was never trying to get you fired, and secondly who told you that?"

"It doesn't matter who told me. All that matters is that someone did tell me, and wasn't going behind my back trying to ruin my career. It must be nice to be you— huh, Nick? Big shot football player, MVP? has no worries in the world because you know your job isn't on the line here."

"Lili, look... I don't know exactly what you herd, but it wasn't coming from a malicious place, at all. You should hear what they say about you, it's really hard to hear that shit and not want to knock some of their heads off."

"Stop. You're not a hero, Nick." I shake my head. "You can't do that, you can't try to make decisions for me based off of your own emotions."

"I know, I am sorry. It was immature of me. I just don't know if I can take it." He says, rustling with his hair.

"Then, why are you doing it? If you can't take it, you should have never gotten involved with me in the first place. That's not at all fair to me." I angrily, tell him.

"—Because I can't not, not be with you, Liliana. I like you a lot. You're cool, you're different, you're nothing like the fake girls I've dated in the past. I've been looking for this. I mean... everyone around me is getting married and having kids, and not lonely. They all have real partners, that stand behind them and support them. That's all I want." He softly, admits.

"What you did was still wrong." I tell, him.

"I just thought, it would be easier for us, if you were transferred. Hell, I'll even pay you to be my personal massage therapist."

"No. That's not what I want, Nick." I frustratingly laugh. "Can you possibly be anymore self-centered?"

"I'm not trying to make it about me, Lili." He answers.

"—But it is about you." I roughly, argue back.

"No, it's about wanting to keep you safe. It's about protecting you."

"What are you protecting me from?!" I louden my voice, growing extremely more frustrated.

"From perverted ass men, Liliana!"

"Are they perverted, Nick? —or are you just making up some fake hypothesis in your head, because you're jealous and can't stand for other men to give me attention?"