Drunk Love - A Rob Gronkowski Fanfiction.

Chapter 7

I woke up scared out of my mind. Robs bare arms were around me and I was laying with my head on his chest. I panicked because the sun was completely out and I had no idea what time it was. I looked over to the night stand and looked at the time:

9:14am

Shit. Practice starts at 9:45 leaving us just about 30 minutes to get there on time.

"Rob, get up." I yelled at him.

"What?" He said sluggishly.

"We're about to be late for practice! Get up!" I yelled.

His eyes shot open and didn't hesitate to get out of bed. I tied my hair up and walked into his bathroom while he was brushing his teeth. Wow, I don't have any of my stuff here. He handed me a new tooth brush and I thanked him and used it. I ran water on my finger and wiped the mascara off the bottom of my eyes and went back into his room.

"Here, Camille left these, where it." He said as he threw me a shirt and shorts.

I quickly changed and put on a pair of socks and didn't wear any shoes because it was either I wear heels to practice or I just wait to go into the trainers room to get my shoes.

We both went downstairs and Rob drank a protein shake as I grabbed a banana and we rushed out of the house. We have around 20 minutes to get to practice and it takes around 15 to get there. Rob started speeding and was successful enough to get us there on time and not get a ticket. We had 10 minutes to spare, and some people were still parking.

"If anyone asks, your car wouldn't start." He told me as we walked into the stadium.

I slipped my shoes on and ran onto the field. Rob was right behind me and was talking to Chandler. I was standing around adjusting my shoe laces when Jimmy came up to me.

"I see you were almost late." He laughed.

"Don't even talk about it." I told him.

"What's up with you and Rob?" He asked.

"Nothing, we're just friends."

"Yeah, friends that sleep and rush to practice together." He laughed at me.

I smiled and hit him. "I hate you."

"Oh come on, you know you like him." He teased.

"No I don't Jimmy." I said to him.

"We'll see about that." He laughed before walking away.

I hit him again as he walked onto the field to stretch. Bill yelled for all the guys to get on the field and follow the QB's in the synchronized stretching. I yawned as I sat down on the bench and played with my phone. I messaged Cara about what happened this morning, but I assume she was still asleep because she didn't reply. I continued to use my phone until I was rudely interrupted by a football getting thrown into my lap. I looked up and Tom was the one who threw it. I set my phone on the table behind me before throwing it back to him.

"What are we doing in practice today Sydney?" Tom asked.

"After that game Sunday, I think the only thing we need to do is work on communication skills. I noticed a lot of confusion during the game and that's not acceptable. It might be because it was our first game for our starters, but every game counts, whether it s pre season, regular season, or the play off. I want everyone to get on the line and do 3 suicides from the sideline, to the home and visitor hashes and back and we'll go inside to look at film. Let's go." I yelled so they all can hear.

I stepped back and they all lined up on the home sideline and I blew my whistle and they all began to run.

"You sure do enjoy seeing them hate you." Bill said to me.