Exceptions

5. Issy

Third person

After dealing with the three hour intensive recovery sessions their coach put together for his team,  Odell finally made it back to his apartment.

He threw his bag down on the floor next to his front door and hit the lights to see a body sprawled out on his couch. He got closer ready to whoop some ass but he noticed the small butterfly tattoo on the persons ankle and he sighed in relief.

"Issy what are you doing here?" He asked shaking her leg.

She hopped up. "Huh? Oh wassup O? I'm sorry to pop in your crib like this man. I would've called you but Queen kicked me out this morning and my phone is dead."

Odell went to the kitchen and grabbed two Gatorades. "Think fast." He said tossing her one. She caught it over her head and gave him a quick thank you. "Why she kick you out this time? She found you drunk somewhere again?"

"Yeah man you already know. I lied and told her I went out with you to celebrate after the game. I got all fresh and shit and I saw what club the party was about to be at on Instagram. I saw David's bitch ass was hosting the shit and I know you don't fuck with him so I went to the party for the free bottles." Odell gave her a look. "I didn't stay I swear! I got in their section and whispered into the little waitress ear right? I told her that David told me to tell her that he needed two of the biggest bottles of Henny they got. Her dumb ass believed me. I met her at the rope of the VIP section and took the bottles from 'er. As soon as she turned her back I dipped and took the bottles and the cool ass glass they give you. I peeled out that bitch and left David with a $500 tab at the bar. He had chains on his neck that cost more than that so it ain't gone hurt him to much."

"You're crazy. What did you do with the bottles?" Odell said tossing the Gatorade around with one hand.

"I'm not gone lie. I parked my car in some alley a few blocks down, locked all my doors, and turned on some music. I smoked half an ounce and faced that first bottle in like two hours. That second one I drunk a little bit from that one and then went to my weed lady's house and got dumb fried with her and her nigga. After that I was so gone, I drove to Wendy's and fucked their menu up, went back to my weed lady and she had me try all her new shit that she growing out back. I'm still high as fuck like I just smoked that shit right now! Anyway after that it was like five in the morning. I drove back home and just passed out on the porch, that's how fried I was."

"Queen found you outside?"

"Maaannnn she was about to leave for work and saw me laying their. She smacked the dog fuck outta me. Like hard! It felt like a four hundred pound,  6'9" nigga, black timbs, and a all red bubble coat slapped me from the top rope. I woke quick as fuck and saw where I was and saw I passed out with the Henny in one hand and my car keys in the other. Funny shit is I didn't close my car door and I gotta stupid amount of that bubonic chronic in my glove  compartment. Luckily no one stole my shit. They could've stole my car if they would've saw my keys in my hand."

She took the top off the Gatorade bottle and took a large gulp.

"Anyway back to Queen, she start cussing me out and keep screaming at talkin bout some "she thought I was at some other bitch house and how she was all worried sick." Meanwhile all this yellin she doin is fuckin up my high. I just ignored her crazy ass and tried to go in the house, she gone tell me I can't go in. Then she gone say "I'm allowed to come back till I got my shit together." Which is dumb as fuck if you think about it. How you gone say you thought I was at some other bitch's house and then kick me out and tell me not to come back? That's gone make me run right into some hoes arms if she keep kickin me out the shit I pay for. So... Instead of doin her dirty like I want to I came here and crashed since I remembered you gave me a key."