GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#SEVENTY TWO.

I follow Nick to the side of the house where there wasn't any people. I lean myself against the wall trying to prepare to get thoroughly chewed out.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He says, loudly.

"I just wanted to get out for a bit." I tell him, my tone was a bit slurred.

"I called you like a hundred times." He replies. He puts a hand on the wall to the side of me. "Why didn't you answer?"

I pull my phone out of my pocket and check it. "Shit, I had it on airplane mode. It was an accident."

"I had to hear from George that you were here. You trying to hangout with Jimmy or something?" His eyes dig into mine.

"—What, No?!" I groan. "We talked for like two seconds."

"Are you drunk?"

"A little." I tell him the truth.

"So your drunk and hanging out at this... this fucking sex party, Lili? —And you didn't plan on telling me at all?! What the fuck is your problem?" He was becoming very angry.

"It isn't a sex party, Nick. And I can do whatever the fuck I want." I answer back just as angry. "You were talking to some girl on the phone and didn't tell me, so we're even."

"You have no idea what the hell you're even talking about." He sneers.

"Yeah, whatever."

He pushes off the wall and grabs me by the wrist. "Come on, we're going home."

I pull away from him. "No! You're not going to control me like this. I'm not going home with you." I sloppily say. "I can stay if I want."

"Oh, yeah? And what... get raped again?"

I stare at him. "You're such a fucking asshole."

"—And your a little girl who never learns a lesson."

"Fuck you!" I yell into his face.

"Fuck you!" He yells back.

Just then George comes from around the corner. "Uh, is everything okay back here?" He asks.

"Everything is fine." I give him a stern look and chug the rest of my drink and then push past them both to go back inside.

When I enter back through the door, I realize that they are about to play the game. I was pretty heated at Nick and I'm sure he was probably, cheating on me in my drunken mind at this point that I decide to play out of stupidity and spite.

I make myself another drink and listen to them go over the game rules again and then ask for people to raise their hands if they would like to play.

Nick was behind me when I raise my hand to play. I didn't give him any attention, though. I knew he was definitely, giving me daggers for eyes.

"I'll play." He says, from behind me.

I turn around now to give him a look. He was so annoying sometimes. At moments I felt like I could hardly stand him, but if it was games he wanted it was games he was going to get.