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He Gets Into A Fight Over You-[Richard Sherman]-For Nanayaa

"Come on Richard!" you cheered, clapping your hands. His last play he almost picked off Russell Wilson after an overthrow pass to Phil Bates. On the way back to the line, Phil shoved Richard roughly. In your mind, you hoped Richard wouldn't try to get Phil back. The ref threw a flag for unsportsmanlike conduct, but it didn't stop there; something Phil said to Richard, made him lose it. Richard grabbed Phil's face-mask and tore the helmet off his head. They threw each other around, until they fell the ground, punches being exchanged left and right. Russell tried to pull Richard off Phil, but he kept his grip on his jersey. A large pile of people formed around the two men, trying to pull them apart. Finally, the players were able to separate them. They both got up, jerseys disheveled.

"Get your weak ass off the field!" he yelled as Phil walked away. You sighed, as Richard came stomping over to the sideline. His eyebrows knitted tightly together, his lips pursed. You grabbed on his arm. "Richard, what the hell happened out there?" Bates shouted something incomprehensible. Richard tried to move back, but you held him in his spot. "Sit your five-dollar ass down before I make change!" You quickly pulled him away from the the rest of the team. "Richard, what happened?" Richard shook his head. You stared into his eyes. Whatever Phil said, mad him the angriest you ever seen him. "Just tell me what happened." "Phil, said something...about us." "Like what?" "That you don't want me, and all this other shit about you cheating and-" His breathing quickened. He was getting upset again. "Phil is wrong. You know I would never cheat on you, right?" He nodded. "Then stop getting upset." "But I can't just let him talk about you, Nanayaa." "I don't care what Phil has to say about me. You know the truth, that's all that matters." He gave you a hug.

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The locker-room door opened and Richard came out, dressed in a some a Nike hoodie and black Seahawks' sweats, his dreads up in ponytail. "You ready to go?" you asked. He put an arm around your shoulders. "You bet." Right as you got to the car someone called Richard's name. Both of you turned around, Phil standing behind you. Richard kept walking, pulling you along. "I want to apologize." "You said what you wanted to say" he snapped. "Just hear me out." He stopped, making you bump into him. "What I said out there on the field...it was wrong. So wrong, and I'm sorry, I shouldn't said it." He held out his hand. Hesitantly, Richard shook it. "I'm sorry Nanayaa." You nodded, and smiled. "I was scared for you" you joked, "Richard has a hella a left hook." Phil rubbed his jaw. "Yeah, I got to experience that first hand." "Just don't try me anymore" Richard chuckled.

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