Best Friends?: Odell Beckham Jr.

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Camille,

As soon as I got to Chelsea's studio in upper Manhattan I parked in the parking garage.

I didn't know what to do from here and I was literally just pouring tears out.

Even though my vision was fuzzy I managed to make my way toward the elevator, pulling my phone out and calling her, letting her know I was on my way up. 

As soon as I walked off the elevator she was standing right there and dragged me to her place.

"What's wrong Camille?"

"They took Odell."

"Who and where?"

"I don't know where." My head started hurting as I was trying to calm down and explain what was going on.

"What do you mean you don't know where they took him?" Chelsea yelled at me.

"I mean exactly what I said. What the hell am I going to do to get him back?" I said crying running my hands through my hair.

She sighed. "We should get some help, you know from the police."

"No. We can't do that. As soon as word gets out all you'll see on TV is 'Famed Football player Odell Beckham Jr., mysteriously disappears."

"Well maybe you can get a private investigator who can keep his mouth shut." She suggested.

"There. Is. No. Trace. On. Him. Shit, I would have been done that if I had a clue as to where he may be." I was almost getting irritated because this conversation wasn't going anywhere.

"Well who did you say was behind this? He probably has enemies everywhere."

"Wait is it that boy you stopped dating? Oh my gosh it is! What the hell Camille, he's just jealous."

"I think it's more to it that I don't know. When I had went to the movies with him a while ago he got kinda upset when he saw that I knew Odell."

"And something must have happened between the two. I wonder what?" She said grabbing her phone off the coffee table.

Just then my phone started ringing and Odell's name flashed straight across the screen.

"Answer it." She said.

"No, he told me not to."

"But what if it's actually him." Chelsea said putting millions of ideas in my head.

"Just let it ring. I doubt it's him." I said staring at the phone.

She shrugged. "If it was him calling and something happened, you'd be in guilt for the rest of your life."

"Where's your laptop?" I asked her.

"In the room why?"

I ignored her and got on it. I typed Ahmad's full name into google and a series of events popped up.

Wanted for murder of a policeman in Oakland, California.

Wanted for the murder and armed robbery of a family of five in Los Angeles.

There were a bunch of articles that popped up. I clicked a few trying to get information.
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The New York Times- 8/09/2014

Suspects were identified following a failed sting operation. The NYPD attempted to catch a group of "drug traffickers" who have multiple counts of grand larceny.

Suspect 1 was identified by a witness who did not want to be identified. His name is Kareem-

As I was reading Chelsea started screaming in my ear.

"How is he still alive?! Like, we really need to find Odell quick."

"I can't believe he didn't kill me when-- never mind, but I agree." I said to her.
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Small filler chapter.

Would have been longer if I wasn't sick. Sorry for errors.

Ahmad?

Camille?