Best Friends?: Odell Beckham Jr.

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Camille,

I woke up with a huge hangover this morning. Chelsea managed to get me to go out last night, and I'm mad I agreed, but I needed it.

No, I didn't get digits, but that's because I didn't want any. If you looking for love in the club, you might as well date a freeloader. Chelsea on the other hand, got five guys numbers. She even went to some guys house last night, so if she ends up dead and on the news I wouldn't be surprised.

My dad wants me to go to lunch with him today before he leaves, so I'm currently getting ready to head out. I'm going to bring up the topic of transferring, but I know exactly how he's going to react. He was mad when I transferred the first time.

"What do you mean you want to transfer? What's wrong with Lousisana?"

My answer was "everything."

...

After getting ready, I went down to my car only to be greeted by Ahmad leaning on my car. Of course nobody was outside, because that's just how lucky I get.

"How was your night at the club?" He asked not moving from his spot.

"It was good, now can you move?"

"No, but I forgive you for leaving."
He's mentally fucked.

"What do you mean forgive me?"

"Well I'm assuming when you woke up, you saw the note I left for you." He said lighting his blunt.

Maybe it's the weed.

"Oh your threat?"

"It wasn't a threat, it was a warning, by the way, you wouldn't have happen to be looking for these right?"

I looked around and I saw a few people waking by, but I wasn't going to say anything just yet.

"No, because a smart person gets replacements."

"You better watch how you talking to me."

"Who are you supposed to be?"

"Someone you wanna respect." He said walking toward his car.

"What you going to get me killed?"

"Depends on how I'm feeling, you better watch your mouth though."

"Bye, dad." I said getting in my car.

He chuckled and drove off.

I don't know how I managed to get out of that without my voice cracking. Seriously.
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When I arrived at the address to the restaurant my dad wanted me to meet him at, he was standing outside on the phone.

He turned and saw me, but there was a sad expression on his face.

"Is everything okay?" I asked him.

"Yes. Come on dear." He said guiding me inside. I could since that something wrong, I just didn't know what.

After being seated, we talked a bit. The waitress finally came to ask what we wanted to drink, and I got lemonade.

I love lemonade, it's like the best juice in the world to me.

"I'll take a White Russian." He said.

"That's a drink?"

"Yes, but what was it that you wanted to ask me?"

I let out a big sigh.

"I want to tra-"

"Again?" He said before I could even finish.

"Yes again."

"What now?"

"Nothing but, I just want to go to med school somewhere else."

"Med school? What happened to being a business woman?" He said.

"That's not what I want to do, and I'm going to do it." I said.

"Not with out my money."

"I can get loans." I said back.

"You'll be in debt the rest of your life. What was it that you wanted to be again?"

"You forgot?" How the hell do you forget what your only child wants to be.

"Not intentionally, but I've been so busy lately."

"I want to be a janitor."

"Stop playing Camille."

"I'm not playing."

"Oh your talking back?"

"No, I'm just telling you what I'm going to do."

He sighed.

"Where are you trying to go?"

"Somewhere in the west coast area."

"Why do you always choose places that are hundreds of miles away?"

"So I can be hundreds of miles away from people and things I hate."

"Well I'm clearly not going to be able to get you to stay here, but I'll make a deal with you."

"Okay."

"If you finish this whole year here, I'll help you."

"I can't wait a year."

"Fine a semester, but you have to keep the grades up."
I started screaming in my head.

"Deal." I said.

How the fuck am I going to stay away from the mentally fucked up dude for a whole semester?
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What do you think her dad is hiding?

Odell?

Camille?