Drunk Love - A Rob Gronkowski Fanfiction.

Chapter 25

"Hurry up Sydney, we're going to be late." Cara yelled from downstairs.

It's currently Sunday and we are going to the play-off game here at Gillette this week. I'm kind of scared to go because I told everyone at my job that I wasn't going. To you guys it might not seem that bad not to tell my coworkers, but when you have skybox tickets that cost $75,000, you don't want to tell them you're going. The worse thing that can happen today is that they're sitting in the row right in front of the skybox, which I hope will not happen.

I slipped on my heels and grabbed my Kate Spade purse before leaving the house with Cara. She drove her BRAND NEW Range Rover that Jimmy got her, and I could tell she really liked it. We soon parked in the private parking lot and went inside.

It was bitterly cold outside and it was basically snowing. I feel bad for those who have no option but to sit outside rather than inside of a heated, enclosed room like I usually do.

We went into the locker rooms so that Cara could see Jimmy before the game. Not going to lie, it was kind of awkward just watching them talk. Usually I would be talking to Rob, or not even acknowledging him until after the game. I'm not sure why they needed to talk now though. Pre-game was about to start soon, so I guess it had to have been really important.

As we approached the door to the skybox, I noticed security whispering and looking at me. I looked down at my outfit, and nothing was wrong with it. Maybe there not even looking at me. I soon pulled out my ID and ticket before walking up to the door and I was shocked to hear those five words.

"We can't let you in." One security guy said.

"What? Why?" I asked confused.

"Mr. Kraft doesn't want you here. Just following orders, ma'am."

"That's my grandfather, why wouldn't he want me here?"

"Go talk to him ma'am." He turned away.

I scoffed before telling Cara that she could go inside and that I will be right back. I stomped my way into the elevator and up to the skybox where my grandfather was, along with Ricki and my dad.

"Oh there she is." My grandfather said.

"Why won't you let me sit with Cara and all of my friends anymore?" I asked him.

"Those are for the players partners sweeties, you can't sit there anymore. But you can sit at the one next to it." My dad replied.

"What? I've been sitting there for weeks now. What's so difference between now and then?"

"It's a lot more than that Sydney. Just sit with us or the other girls until the end of the game and then talk to Rob about it."

I furrowed my eyebrows because I knew Rob had something to do with this. I pivoted in my heels before taking the elevator all the way down to the main level and fast walking myself to the trainers room. I know Rob is in there, he always is. He never gets onto the field with the team until a few minutes after, so hopefully has a little bit of time to talk.

"Rob." I said walked into the trainers room.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned as he put on his arm brace.

"Why did you tell my family that you didn't want me sitting with the other wags?"

"What part of 'I'm done with you' don't you understand?" He laughed.

"Are you serious Rob? You know I always sit there not matter what. Never once did you buy my ticket, so you have no right to tell security that I can't sit there."