Best Friends?: Odell Beckham Jr.

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Odell,

I drove to Camille's right after practice, I know she probably upset with the way I reacted and I am too, but she gone have a hard time getting rid of me if we break up.

Well there isn't any breaking up with me, when I break up with them, then it's over, but until then...

Ya stuck with me.

I don't know why I act the way I do when I get upset, but I wish she would've said something.

I opened the door, surprised that wasn't locked. It was 7:30 already and the sun had already went down. Walking into the foyer and scanned around.

I walked up to her room and she was laid out on the bed watching something on her phone.

I got under the covers with her and she instantly grabbed me and pulled me into her arms. My head was on her chest and I couldn't even move after her legs wrapped around my back.

"Why was yo door unlocked?"

"I don't know I just came in from checking the mail ten minutes ago."

"Oh, what you watching?"

I scooted up a bit and dipped my head in the crook of her neck. I started sucking on her neck.

I been waiting to do this since like...., forever.

"T-the Hangover." She stammered.

"Odell, stop I don't need any hickeys."

"Yes you do. It's called marking territory." My hands slid from her back to her butt. She sucked her teeth.

When she released a little moan I got a hard on. Not to big, but it was noticeable.

After a few more minutes of it I kissed her lips a few times. She dropped her phone and put her arms around my neck. The room was pitch black now.

"How wet is it?" I asked still feeling on her ass.

"Very." She said running her hands through my hair.

I went down lower and pulled her track shorts down.

-not big on writing sex scenes sorry
So you guys just imagine everything-

Ahmad,

"Come on before the jet leaves." Angela said pulling my arm.

I've been a wreck since my mama died, and knowing it's all my fault makes it a million times worse. I still don't even know who did it.

I fucked over so many people stealing, everything they ever worked, for that it won't surprise me if it takes months or even years to figure out who done it.

"Okay I'm coming." I said grabbing my suitcases.

"I counted the money in the duffel bags." She said throwing them down the stairs.

I didn't say nothing. I probably should care, but I don't. I have to put this plan back in action because I had to pay for my momma's funeral and that shit wasn't cheap.

That's why we going back to New York right now.

My original plan was for Angela to be with Odell long enough to steal all of his money for what he did to me in college.

I played basketball, I was one of the top prospects in the country, I had girls on me and everything. One day me, Odell, and a few other niggas decided to go to a party. Drugs and alcohol was everywhere and the five-o showed up. We was cool and everything till Odell rushed over to me asking me to to hold his package that he said he got from the post office. Odell, Jarvis, and just about every nigga went to the back of the warehouse where the rave getting time to get they story straight.

I was the one who got caught along with half of the other people there. Odell and Jarvis did a deal with the cops pinning it all on me so that I would be charged and they wouldn't have too. Because of who my parents are I ended up getting off, but that shit is mad fucked up so I've been luring pretty boy into my little trap.

Now that Angela ruined that other plan I just have to take the only thing that Odell wants and is closet to, and that's Camille.

We got into the car and I took off driving toward Oakland International Airport.

I'll be there soon Camille don't worry.
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