GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#NINETY NINE.

I cried the entirety of the drive back home. Seeing Nick again just confirmed I would never be over him. I was trapped in such a whirlwind of mixed emotions.

As I pull into the driveway, I see Dale sitting out underneath the street lamp on the curb of my house.

"Shit." I say out loud as I exit the Tesla.

"You know what, I was nice to you Lili. I was your only fucking friend!" Dale immediately, starts going in on me and pointing his finger.

"Wait, I don't understand why you're so mad?"

"—Because you told me you'd show up every Saturday night.. I waited for you and you never did! I could have been hanging out with friends, but instead I sat in an empty field for hours all alone."

"What are you so mad about, because you couldn't get liquor tonight?" I wasn't in the mood for his teenage angst.

"No! It's because I like hanging out with you, Liliana!" His says, through an unsteady voice.

I come closer to him and that's when I realized he had a swollen eye. "What happen to your eye Dale?" I stare at him.

"Nothing." He replies, softly touching it and wincing.

"That's not nothing, did you get into a fight with someone?"

"I didn't fight anyone." He says, raising up his hands in innocents.

"Tell me who did that to you." I demand.

Mark suddenly joins us in the driveway. "Liliana, go inside." He tells me.

"What? No. Do you see his freaking eye?" I question him, upsettingly.

"Yeah, I see it. Dale, you need to go home now." Mark tells him.

"Fuck, I don't want to go home." He groans and looks at him miserably.

"Was it him?" Mark asks.

"Yeah."

"Was it who?" I look between the two of them for any kind of answers.

"Do you need to sleep here tonight?"

"Yeah." Dale flatly, responds.

"Alright, both of you get inside." Mark tells us.

As the three of us enter into the house, Dale sits down at the kitchen table. He looked like his body relaxed and he seemed to be comfortable. I had the feeling this wasn't the first time Dale spent the night here.

"Are you hungry?" Mark asks him.

"Yes, coach."

"Liliana, can you throw him in a hot pocket? I'm going to go to bed. It's late." He asks me.

"Sure." I agree and we say our good nights as he disappears up the stairs.

"Can you throw me in two?" Dale smirks.

I laugh and smile back. "For sure. Do you want something to drink?"