Best Friends?: Odell Beckham Jr.

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Ahmad,

"The fuck they mean payback is a bitch?" I said confused. I got into my car realizing that I don't even know if she dead or alive.

I pulled my phone out and called my brother back.

"Aye K-"

"Where the fuck you been?" Kareem yelled. "I called yo ass, texted yo ass, and debating on going over there."

"I been busy man."

"Busy what? Chasing that girl in New York? Yeah I found out. Next time you hit on a female, don't brag about that shit too yo people you call friends. You need ta leave her alone and worry about you and your dumb ass girlfriend."

"She not dumb, and where the fuck y'all at?" I asked getting irritated.

"Highland, don't bring no attitude over here either, cause everyone else here when you should have been a while ago."

"Shut the fuck up Kareem you not my dad. Your life not so pretty either. Mister Sex Offender." I said hanging the phone up and tossing it in the passenger seat.
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When I arrived at the hospital I parked and the parking garage going straight to the emergency room.

My family took up half the waiting room, so I'm guessing nothing has been said yet.

"Ahmad? Hey honey come sit over here." My grandma called out when I walked in.

Shit.

"Did they say anything?"

"They said you needed Jesus honey that's what they said. Where were you, I couldn't get ahold of you."

"My phone messed up Nana." I lied.

"Well she's still in critical condition. It's all up to God whether or not she makes it." She grabbed my hands and stared down at her lap.

Nana never let her head down. I never even seen her shed a tear before, but she was crying uncontrollably ruining one of her many church outfits.

"She can do it, your mama was raised around 4 other boys, and being the youngest made her even more tough."

This is all my fault. I wanted to scream I wanted to cry. I wanted to put my hands whoever was behind this.

"Nana this was my fault." I said abruptly causing everyone to look at me.

"No honey. It's natural to blame. You don't have the balls to raise a gun to your mother's head, so how is this your fault." I could tell she was trying to mask the confusion and pain, buy the way her facial expressions appeared.

One minute she cant fathom anything and the next, she prays.

Maybe I do need Jesus.

"Family of Sadee-" we all stood up before he could finish.

Odell,

"You better stop before you fall." I said to Camille who was trying to reach for the mugs. She had to climb on the counter to reach them.

"Well your not helping me." She argued.

After she finally got the mugs down she put one under the coffee brewer and emptied the powdered hot chocolate into the other.

"Since when did you start drinking coffee?" I asked her while sitting on the barstool.

"When I got down here. I had no energy, and Red Bulls weren't doing it."

My kids gone be on one I swear, between all this junk food she like, energy drinks and now coffee. I might have little midgets running around in saggy diapers.

"Just drink water."

"No, that's has no flavor." She was now warming the milk up.

"It's better than coffee though." I mumbled.

It's been a few days and I've been sleeping good. Especially when she on the other side of the bed. She don't even have to be naked, although that's what I'm going for eventually.

"I'm going to give you two choices." I said finally gathering the courage to ask her.

"Okay." She said still messing with the drinks.

"You can be my girlfriend or be my girlfriend."

"I choose option number 2." She finally said, handing me my hot coco.
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