He Calls You Something Mean-(Tom Brady)

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(Y/N)-Your Name

"Brady, get your head out of the clouds!" Coach Belichick yelled. You wiped your forehead, beaded with sweat. Tom got in position for the snap, and wasn't paying attention because the receivers weren't lined up right. The ball bounced off of his hands, and onto the ground, the defense took this opportunity to run the ball back for a touchdown. Tom yelled and pointed at various receivers, blaming them for it.  

You got off the bench and walked over to Tom, because they were talking a five minute break. They had been out here all day in the heat. You could only imagine having to run routes in this type of weather. "You're doing great out there" you said. Tom picked up a cup of water, drank it, then through it down angrily. One of the assistants ran over and picked it up, trying to kept the sidelines clean. "Can you please let me fucking focus?" he snapped. You were taken back. "I was trying to be nice." "Just go sit down, (Y/N). And stay out of my way." "No." He stopped walking.

"What did you say?" "I said no. You're acting like a complete jackass, Tom." You crossed your arms. "(Y/N)" he warned. "Stop being so piss." "I'll stop being pissy, when you stop acting like such a bitch." Your eyes welled with tears. "Take it back." "I will once you get some longer shorts, how come you only dress like that when you come to my practice?..Huh?" Jerod Mayo stepped in between you.

"Are you calling me a hoe?" "Maybe." "Tom, calm down, bruh" Jerod interfered trying to put some distance between you two. His face softened when he saw your face. Tom tried to come close to you. "(Y/N), I-" "Don't fucking touch me Tom." You walked off the field into the facility, calling your sister almost instantly so you could get a ride. Sadly, she didn't pick up.

 "(Y/N)?" You looked up at Tom. "Stay the fuck away from me." He kept his distance. "(Y/N), I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you that." "Thomas, leave me alone." You only called him by his full name when you were beyond mad. This happened to be one of those times. You crossed your arms, streams of your salty tears still running down your face. "It was wrong to say that. I'm not even going to repeat it...You might think differently of me now, but know that I still love you. And I'll do everything in my power to let you know that."

"You really hurt me Tom.." "I know (Y/N), and I'm sorry. Just please forgive me" He brushed the tears off your cheek, then planted a soft kiss on it. You were still mad at him, but you accepted his apology. You knew Tom loved you dearly, and vice versa. You two couldn't stay mad at each long. Sometimes you hate that you loved him so much.

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