Best Friends?: Odell Beckham Jr.

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Filler Chapter
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Odell,

Me and Camille, been going on little dates here and there and I literally just noticed that she dyed her hair.

She been bugging me about taking her home, but I'm not. I'm not letting her out of my sight. At least not for a little while.

I went downstairs and saw her laying on the couch watching t.v. I peeked over the back and saw that she was asleep. She looked super peaceful.

I didn't want to move her, but at the same time I wanted to put her in the bed.

As I was about to go pick her up her phone rang.

I pulled the phone from under the pillow, but the number was unknown.
Then text messages started flooding through every second.

???:
Don't think I forgot about you.
-9:45pm

???:
What you gone do next time I ask you to take them clothes off?
-9:45pm

???:
Oh you can't respond since you running around here with pretty boy?
-9:46pm

The messages kept coming.

???:
Well damn since you wanna ignore me and leave me on read, I don't mind giving pretty boy the hands like I gave you.
-9:47pm

I didn't know what to do when I read that last one. This nigga put his hands on my w-girl.

???:
That was fun as hell man, you body went limp fast.
-9:47pm

???:
Damn how long ago was that? A few months ago maybe?
-9:47pm

I tried to think of the people she was talking to, then it came to mind quick.

Ahmad.

"Camille wake up." I said as softly as I could shaking her a little.

She stirred around a little.

"Come on Camille." I said a little louder.

I started getting impatient, this girl could sleep threw a robbery.

"What do you want?" She whispered. Her eyes were still closed.

"When the last time you saw Ahmad?"

She opened her eyes as soon as I said that.

"I don't know a while ago." She turned her head the other direction facing the back board of the coach.

"Why you never told me he put his hands on you?"

"What are you.." Her voice trailed off when she saw her phone in my hands.

"Huh? I was here the whole time not doing shit, but playing ball and practicing."

"I don't know."

"What you mean you don't know? You wanted to get beat or something?"

Her faced dropped after I said that.

"Why the hell would I want that Odell? Let me see the phone." She tried to reach for it, but I pulled my hand back.

"Nah, just tell me why you didn't call me or anything."

"You were the last thing on my mind Odell, I wasn't even thinking straight."

I sucked my teeth.

"You no what here, since you want to leave so much take my car, and if some shit like that happen again I better be the first one you think about. I said as I waked walking upstairs.

Camille,

I was so dazed and confused at the moment. Was he really mad that I didn't call him?

I mean finding out late about this or as soon as it happened wouldn't  make the situation any better or different because Odell does stupid shit when he gets mad.

I debated on going upstairs, staying down here, or leaving and going home.

I read the messages to see what angered him so much.
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I pulled up at my apartment complex and ran straight to my bathroom so I could get in the bath and relax.

I lit one of my million candles from Bath and Body Works and grabbed a small snickers that I had in my purse.

I probably should be much more nervous and upset, but I don't really care about Ahmad anymore, and the worst he could possibly do is kill me.

I mean, who would even show up to my funeral?
Chelsea?
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Short Filler chapter.

Happy Birthday to my husband.😜
And excuse the errors.