Odell Quickies

Beach Date

Part 2 of Contest Winner

I paced my bedroom floor nervously. I was afraid Odell wouldn't be as nice in private as he was around his peers and it terrified me. I was dressed in a simple outfit. Black skin tight jeans, a grey shallow V-neck tee that fit semi-loosely, I accessorized with a black leather jacket and gold watch and earrings. I tied my hair up into a high bun on my crown and placed a layered gold hair chain just under it. Makeup wise I liked to stay basic, a smokey eye with a basic matte mauve pink lip. I looked at my black YSL sneakers and debated if I would wear those or my black combat boots. My phone buzzed in my hand, Odell was pulling into my neighborhood, I went with the YSL's.

I ran downstairs and turned on my porch light, just as I was opening my door he was in the process of ringing the doorbell. He looked me over, the porch light giving his already strong features an even stronger appearance thanks to the shadow it cast. "May I come in? I gotta use the bathroom."

I smiled nervously and stepped aside. "Straight, pass the dining room and the bathroom is the first door on the right." I grabbed my keys and locked my dog in his cage. Looking myself over in my phone camera, I made sure to fix any stray hairs and such.

"So you decide what to do?" Odell stood awkwardly in the foyer of my house. He rocked back and forth on his feet. He was dressed in a plain black tee, grey jogger sweats with black panels on the knees and ankles, and black grayish Air Max sneakers. A couple golden chains hang around his neck and a huge diamond encrusted watch shined brightly on his wrist.

"Yeah, we can hit up Jacksonville Beach, walk the pier. Maybe go to the Town Center and grab some food." He nodded and snapped a photo for Instagram I assumed. There was a brief moment of awkward silence before I broke it. "I see we had similar ideas as far as wardrobe." I smiled and played with the strap on the collar of my jacket.

"Yeah. I meant to say you look great. Those YSL's are clean as fuck." He praised, kneeling and dusting them off for me.

I laughed really loudly, then stopped abruptly when I realized how loud it actually was. "Ready to head out?" I asked as I jangled my keys and shouldered my backpack, now more nervous than I already was.

I lead him to my garage and turned on the light. There she was my baby. My Mustang Shelby GT500. Satin black paint job, matte black 20 inch rims. I called her Black Widow because when I turned her on, her undercarriage glowed with red LED lights. Odell let out a pleased whistle, stepping around her to look. "This is BAD!" He snapped and smiled my way. "This all you?!" He asked bending over to admire that cobra emblem on the right side of my grill.

"Yup, I worked my ass off for this baby. I'd always dreamed of having one since I was a little kid. I popped my trunk and placed my backpack inside. "You like the outside wait til you get a look inside." I smiled and unlocked the doors.

He slowly opened his side, peeking carefully. The inside was just as nice as out. When you opened my doors, a red light glowed running the length of the bottom of my doors, the footwells, dash, and cupholders glow an intimidating red (I could program it to change colors from my dash but I kept the red on most the time). The red embroidered cobra's sewn into my head rest popped against the black leather seats. "GATDAMN!!" He praised. "You drive stick?"

"Only way I learned to drive." I popped my collar goofily and revved the engine. Odell's face screwed into a ugly version of his usual attractive one. "Sexy, I know." Odell just grinned from ear to ear watching me move from neutral into reverse. I handed him my aux cord to play music from whoever's phone as I backed into the driveway.