Best Friends?: Odell Beckham Jr.

5

(The first half of the chapter is her thoughts. That's why it jumps around a lot.)
Camille,

I'm really sitting here trying to figure out why he called me his girlfriend in the elevator. He really made me mad with the food shit, but that's out of the picture now. Plus even if we dated I don't think I could trust him. He already said he'd sleep with twin sisters right?

Or am I overthinking things?

It would be too awkward to date someone you've been friends  for 5 years though, maybe that's only if you make it awkward.

I'm not even going to think about that too much, besides me and Ahmad are talking and he really is cute so Odell isn't even in the picture.

I really don't want this to turn into the love triangle thing with Chris Brown, Rihanna and Kae. That would be messy on every degree.

"Camille." Odell said tapping my shoulder. I must have zoned out for a while because he was looking at me like I was crazy.

"What?"

"We here. We been sitting here for 5 minutes."

"Damn." I really did zone out.

"Bye." He said getting out.

"Bye ugly food stealing ass." I said still irritated that I didn't eat.

"Me? Ugly?"

"Yeah you."
He chuckled.

"You better look somewhere else for ugliness cuz I'm not ugly."
He has sooooo much self confidence its crazy.

"Bye Odell." I said pushing him out of car from the passenger side.

"Bye."
... A few months later....

"Come over." Ahmad said through the phone.

We've been dating for about a few months.

"You at home already?" I said curiously because he was at the store not even ten minutes ago.

"Yeah. I just got here."

"Okay." I said, and ended the call. I haven't talked to Odell in almost two weeks which was weird, but I guess he's got a new girlfriend or something.

When I got to Ahmad's condo which was the size of three of my apartments, I parked in the parking garage and got into the elevator. I then got a call from my dad.

"Hello." I said a little excitedly.

"You can't call your own dad anymore?" He asked.

"I kept planning to and never got around to it." Lie #1.

"I'll let it slide, but I'm flying out there in a week to go to Odell's game."
My dad has a tendency to go to his players who make it to the pros NFL games.

"Is it just you?" I asked really hoping it was.

"Of course not. Kathy is coming with me, we haven't seen you in 6 months."

"Great." I said sarcastically.

"Look I know you don't like her, but I'm going to need you to act like you do."

"I'll pass."

"No you won't because your coming to the game with me."

I sucked my teeth in my head.
"Okay, but am I picking you up from the airport?"

"No I have arrangements."
Well okay then...

"Okay. I'll call you later I have to start my homework." Lie #2.

"You better. That tuition is expensive."

"Alright, well I'll see you later."

"Bye.

I let out a big sigh. I don't want to got to a game, but I do at the same time. Ahmad is trying to "stop" me from seeing Odell entirely, because he thinks I like him. When I made it up to the 34th floor I walked into the hallway that was dimly lit. This reminded me of that scary movie we saw.

He opened the door before I could get to it.
"It's about time." He said rudely.

"What are you in a rush to do?" I replied back with the same tone he used.

"Nothing, you was just slow."

"Well I'm here now." I said walking in.

He sat on the couch and rolled a blunt. Weed stinks so much. I really didn't even know he used it.

"You want to hit?" He said holding it out toward me.

"Hell no, that's the last thing on my mind."

"It's the first in mine." He mumbled.
Excuse me?

"I heard you."

"Oh." He said leaning back and smoking it.
I'm really starting to hate him.

"You gone sit down?"

"Not next to that." I said a little irritated. Now my fucking clothes are going to smell like weed.

"Weed would definitely fix that fucking attitude you got."

"I don't have a attitude, you do."
Growing up everyone told me that. It gets annoying as hell. I know I have a attitude but you don't have to keep fucking telling me every two minutes.

He laughed a bit. Smoke begun to feel the room up. I went to the kitchen and got my Chick-fil-A leftover from last night, but it wasn't in there.
Now I'm really about to have a attitude.

"You ate my food?" I asked walking back in the kitchen.

"Oh that was yours? That shit was good though." He said looking at me then at the t.v.

"First Odell now you." I muttered.

"What about him? You been over that nigga house?" He said turning back.

"No, and why do you care so much I'm dating you not him."

"Because bitches cheat."

"I'm a bitch?"

"No, but they do, and everybody say they just a friend."
I'm ready to lock myself away.

"Well he really is."

"He not your friend no more. I am." He said deeply with his Crabtree jersey on.

"Whatever, and that's why your team suck anyway."

"The Giants haven't even won a game. Them niggas always loosing in the last 20 seconds."

"At least they didn't lose by 25 points."

"You wanna go there?" He asked with his eyebrows raised.

"Go where? To the Super Bowl? Shoot I don't mind, but I know you guys not getting there."

He chuckled.
"You cute when you mad."

"Oh."
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It was hard for me to write this, sorry if it sucks.