Fate - Jimmy Garoppolo

Chapter 16

(December 3, 2017: Present):

[Isabelle's POV]:

I smiled as I re-watched the video the team's media group made for Jimmy's big arrival. The amount of people surrounding him as he first entered the building as an official 49er QB made my heart swell up in pride. He deserved the recognition and the high energy surrounding his arrival. His time to shine has finally come and I couldn't be happier.

I especially loved the bit where they showed him greeting my dad. Their interactions were always my favorite and the fact that he said Jimmy was brought in to improve the franchise caused me to smile wide.

I don't think I can re-call the amount of times I've watched this video so far and I could watch it a hundred more times, never getting bored.

Gosh, seeing him for the first time in a while had my head spinning a couple months back. He was the same person, but different at the same time. Good different. He was still his sweet and caring self. He was still the same Jimmy that adored his family and friends, wanting to do the most just to make them proud.

Sighing, I lean back in my office chair, looking up at the ceiling and closing my eyes. There hasn't been a day that has passed since 2011 that I haven't thought of those beautiful hazel eyes. Not a day where his smile didn't take my mind over, where his voice didn't make my heart flutter, and where even the memory of his touch made my insides go crazy.

And as the days have gone by since his arrival, I've been finding it extra hard to stick to my idea of not being with him. Hanging out with him is proving that to me. Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I get up and walk out of my office, towards the cafeteria.

I just didn't feel like eating my lunch alone in my office today, but it wasn't like there was anyone in the damn cafeteria either. Sighing, I sit down on one of the chairs and pull out my phone, immediately playing Cuomo Prime Time.

I was so absorbed in the talk show that I didn't know how much time passed or the fact that some people had walked in.

"What the hell are you watching?"

"Holy sh—George, can you not sneak up on me like that?!" I all but shrieked at him.

"Sneak up on you? You're in an open space, dumbass."

I flicked him off and turned my head to see Jimmy, returning the smile he gave me. "You ready for today?"

"Hell yeah." Jimmy answered.

"Again, what in the name of hell are you watching?" George asks again.

"Cuomo Prime Time." I replied.

"Why?" His face was full of confusion.

I shrugged. "I like Chris Cuomo. Plus, the guys good looking."

The confusion turned into disgust. "He's like...your dad's age!"

"Oh, relax." I rolled my eyes. "It's not like I'm dating the dude. Besides, not my fault my father decided to not have protected sex at the mere age of fucking 16."

Jimmy was just shaking his head the whole time with a smile on his face.

"Isn't the guy Italian?" George asks me, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah?" I reply, confused.

"Oh, now I get it."

"Get what?"

"You have a thing for Italian guys." He replies, smirking.

My eyes immediately widen as Jimmy nearly chokes on his water. That fucking idiot.