NFL Imagines

^^^Joey Bosa^^^

Before you could turn back to your book and carry on reading, he spoke up in his smooth voice. "I see how you're looking at me. I promise I'm not a creep. You just looked lonely."

You simply shrugged. You didn't feel lonely. You actually liked being alone most of the time. "You look lonely too. You've been jogging by yourself for the past thirty minutes."

He put his hands on his hips and nodded. You noticed that he liked to nod a lot. "Felt nice outside. I thought I'd get out of the house and breathe in some fresh air for a little bit."

You hummed. Again, you didn't know what else to do or say. He seemed like he really wanted to keep talking though. Sadly, he had found the wrong person to try to spark a conversation with.

You were correct, because without skipping a beat, he was talking again.

"What's that book about again?" He asked, moving to stand by the tree trunk. His huge frame was towering over you and it cast a shadow over your curled up body.

You gulped, nervous at the close proximity. You had a hot guy less than a foot away from you. You could have lifted your hand and touched him with how close he was. And he wanted to talk to you. Why he would want to keep talking to you, you did not know. Maybe he was bored. That's the only answer to your question you could come up with.

"It's a lot to go over." You closed the book and looked up at him, wondering what he would say next. He sure loved to talk.

"I have plenty of time." He excitedly exclaimed. "Scoot over." He used his shoe to lightly tap at your hip.

"Excuse me?" You said in bewilderment.

"Scoot over. I want you to read to me." He replied like it was obvious. He gave a simple shrug and the next thing you knew, he was sitting next to you.

His broad shoulder knocked against your much smaller one and he was quick to mumble an apology for the light tap.

You stared at the side of his face with narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows. "I don't even know who you are."

He snapped his head in your direction in surprise. "You don't know who I am?" He appeared offended at that.

Your features relaxed. "No..." you trailed off. "Am I supposed to?"

He snorted and widely smiled. You watched him for a moment, waiting for him to reveal who he was.

"I'm the amazing Joey Bosa."

You only stared at him.

"You know, number 97?"

You continued to stare.

"Defensive end for the Los Angeles Chargers..."

Still staring.

"That doesn't ring a bell?" He raised his brows high.

You shook your head. "No."

"You don't watch football, do you?" He asked, leaning his head back against the tree's trunk. His eyes were focused on you and he was so close that you could see that his eyes were two different colors. One hazel, one green.