Best Friends?: Odell Beckham Jr.

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Camille,

"About Camille?" Odell asked.

"Yeah." I said.

"There is two things that I want her to know, but I'm not saying shit." He aid reaching for the bottles.

"You can tell me." I said trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.

"You swear you won't say anything to her?" He asked.

"Yeah, I promise."

Promises are meant to be broken, in the wrong hands.

"Well the first thing is," He trailed off for a bit. "I'm in love with her, but I don't know how to tell her."

"Well you just did Odell, know what's the other thing?"

He looked at me like I was crazy.

"What you mean 'I just did?" He asked seriously.

"You just told me. I'm Camille dummy."

He then walked out of the kitchen and went to the living room.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah."

"How?" I said trying to find his keys before him.

"The door." He said with his bag in his hand.

"You can't drive home drunk."

"But I'm not drunk."

"You didn't even know who I was."

"I do now, and that's why I'm going home, because you violated my privacy."

"What?"

I went in my room and saw his keys on the nightstand and grabbed them.

He came in 5 minutes later.

"You saw my k-keys?" He said. He was still leaning on the walls for support.

"No, but you should just lay down."

"No, I should just go home."

"Tell me what you were going to say."

He sighed.

"If I do you have to throw them keys my way."

"Okay."

"Your mama alive, now give me my keys."

"Says who?"

"Your dad."

I didn't even say nothing. I knew he wasn't making it up because I remember what he said earlier on the phone. What was I supposed to say? I flung him his keys and slammed my door shut after he walked out.

I didn't even know where to start.

I didn't even know who to be mad at because I didn't know the who story. Odell could have just said random shit too though.

My phone started vibrating and I looked down to see that it was my dad.

"Yes?" I said irritated.

"Hi, Camille how are you?"

"Good." I said dryly.

"That's good, umm, I'm sending for you to come to Louisiana."

"I don't want to go down there."

"If you knew-"

"I don't want to see her."

"See who?"

"Don't play stupid, I know what's going on."

"That's how you talk to your dad?"

"No that's how I talk to fake ass people." I hung up the phone and just laid down.

I instantly regretted taking "advantage" of Odell. That was wrong.

I wasn't going to call him yet, he was already driving drunk.

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Odell,

I pulled up to the gate that lead to my house.

Yeah I know I just started shit, and I'm probably not going to hear the end of it.
I did overreact, by just leaving, but I don't really care that much right now.

I opened the back door to let Tzar out, but he was just laying there not wanting to get out the car.

"Come on man, I got things to do."

He jumped out the car and started barking at the house.

"Shut up giving people headaches and shit." I went through all my keys on my keychain until I found my house key. Nothing really changed on the inside and everything still seemed like it was I the same place I left it in. Tzar ran passed me and got his 2nd girlfriend which was his ripped up teddy bear. It was for my baby brother but he got to it before my brother did.

I went straight upstairs and got in the shower. My stomach wasn't feeling right, but I didn't necessarily feel sick, so I just decided to get some shut eye.
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The secrets are unraveling.....

Odell?

Camille?

Les?