My Son Now Has My Heart

Have A Goodnight Buddy

Odell POV
The girl who was designing my house pulled the rug. I looked at her raising my eyebrow. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The rug was ugly as fuck.
"Putting your house together nigga. Or do you want me to stop." she said. She continued to pull on the rug. I rolled my eyes.
"Bitch." I said. I grabbed my phone and walked out my house. As soon as I walked out, I saw my neighbor and her son. Her son saw me and smiled and waved. The mother looked at me for a minute and smiled slowly.
I walked over to them. The mother looked at me. She looked very young.
"Hi. My name is Odell." I said.
"Hi." she said slyly. She looked up at me. She was very beautiful.
She looked back at her son once he was in the car. At least I think that's her son. I mean. Now that I'm closer to them both, she looked really young to have kids. But what am I talking bout. I have a child.
"I just moved next door a couple days ago."
"That's nice." she said not looking at me.
"I just wanted to make friends with my neighbors. Damn. You don't gotta rude." I said. I was about to walk away. But she stopped me.
"I'm sorry. I'm just tired. My name is Zendaya." She said.
The name sounded familiar but I don't know where from. "Nice meeting you. Was that so hard?"
"Don't push your luck nigga." she said. I looked at her son or brother. Or whatever the fuck he is to her.
"Hi."
He waved. "Hi Mr. Odell. You're my favorite football player." He said. I smiled.
"Thanks."
Zendaya tapped me. I looked at her. "Can I go now? I need to take my son to school."
"Oh he's your son?" I asked.
"I just said that." she said. I looked at her for a minute.
"Alright. Nice meeting you.."
"My name is Andrew." He said.
"Nice meeting you Andrew." I said.
"Bye." he said as his mother closed the door.
"Bye." she said. She opened her door and got in the car. She started the car. I stood there as she pulled off.
I walked back to my car and sighed. I unlocked the doors and got in. I started the car. Then drove to practice.

Later that day.
I walked into the club. I saw Trey Songz in VIP. He saw me and nodded to me. I walked to the VIP section. I dapped him up. "Wassup nigga?" he greeted me.
"Nothing much. Wassup wit you?"
"Aww man. Birthday coming up soon. Trying to figure out what I'm doing." he said.
"My birthday I was in the strip club."
"Nigga. Everybody go to the strip club for they birthday."
"I know. But you know. What else was I supposed to do."
"Uh. I don't know."
"Exactly." by then, a hostess brought back three more bottles of patron and ciroc. I took a bottle of ciroc and took a swig.
"Nigga. Calm down. Don't you got practice tomorrow?" Trey said.
"Yeah. I know. I just had a lot of shit on my mind."
"You wanna talk about it?" I stared at him.
"Nah nigga. It's not some deep shit. It's just nvm. It ain't shit." I said.
"Good. You talk too much anyways." He said. I stared at him for a second. "I'm playing." he said laughing. I looked away and took another swig of ciroc. I looked at the entrance of the club. I saw some people walk in. And don't know why but this one girl caught my attention.
Out if the 20 people she came in with, I was only focused on her. I stared at her as she made her way to the bar. Then after ordering her drink, she looked up at me. She looked familiar but for some reason I couldn't put my finger on it.
I was watching her for a half an hour before she made her way to the VIP section. She looked at me as she talked to security. One of the security guys tapped me. "You know her bruh?" he said pointing to the girl. I looked at the girl. I realized where I know where she was from, she worked for me.
"Man. Tell that hoe to go do her job. Why tf is she here anyways?" I asked.
"So you know her?"
"Tell her to leave." I said. I say down on the chair in the corner and rubbed my temples.

I left the club around 2 because I was starting to get a headache. I didn't drive home of course. My driver dropped me off. When I walked up to my door, I saw my neighbor walking up to me.
"Hey." he said.
"Where's your mother?" I asked.
"She's not home yet." he said. I looked around.
"Who's home with you?"
"Nobody. My babysitter left around 10."
"Where's your father?"
He looked at me. "Nvm. Come in." I said opening my door. He walked inside. He sat on my couch. "You tired?" I asked walked up to the closet in the hallway. I took off my shoes and pushed them in the closet. He didn't answer me. I walked back into the living room. He was sleep on the couch. I sighed.
I went back to my closet and grabbed a blanket. I draped it over him. I then grabbed the remote and sat in the recliner. I turned the tv on and watched Focus. I was halfway into the movie when this girl I met the other day called me.
"Have you seen Andrew?" I heard a familiar voice ask.
"Zendaya?" I asked.
"Yes. Now. Is Andrew with you?"
"Yeah. How you kn-" she hung up. I sat dumbfounded. Then 10 minutes later, someone knocks on the door. I opened it. Zendaya was standing there with that chick Adrianna.
"How do y'all... ohhh Adrianna, this was who you was going to set me up with? you knew we lived next to each other."
"Bingo." She said. Zendaya pushed past me and went into the living room where Andrew was sleeping.
"Baby." she said pushing his hair out of his face. He looked at her.
"Mommy." he said siting up.
"Where's Hannah?" she asked him.
"She left around 10." he said. She looked at me.
"Thank god you were here. Thank you Odell."
"No problem sweetheart." I said.
"Come on. Lets go home." She said. They left but Adrianna was still there.
"Why didn't you tell me she lived next door to me?"
"I did. You don't listen. Maybe you should listen to me next time. Have a goodnight buddy." she said walking out.