9. Here you go again

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How do you guys feel about the story? Should I keep updating?

Some of you pointed out the comparison between this story and my other trilogy "Neriah." That's because this story is originally how "Neriah" was supposed to go... But of course I had to make that sorry extra extra crazy as usual. So they may seem similar but this story isn't about someone getting their ass beat and bipolar disorder like "Neriah" 😂😂😂

Sorry for any mistakes.
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Third person

"How was my sloppy seconds?" Odell rolled his eyes at the sound of an annoying voice behind him. He continued to stretch like coach instructed to do, instead of feeding into the nonsense coming from David's mouth. The rain had made an early appearance but stopped before coach could give any doubt about canceling Thursday's practice.

"I know you hear me Beckham."

Odell looked over his shoulder. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about how you drove my girl home a couple days ago. Did you fuck her?"

Odell put his headphones around his neck quickly. "Whooaaa! show down. We didn't do anything but have some food and talk. After that I dropped her off at her place- but it's not like that's any of your business."

David frowned. "That's my girl so she is my business. Fuck is you talkin bout nigga?"

"I think if she was your girl you wouldn't have let me take her home, and she wouldn't have to take Ubers to work. You got a different car every time you pull up. If she was your girl wouldn't you have let her drive one?"

David smacked his lips. "What you checkin for me or something?"

"Nah that's not my style. But I can't help but notice the different cars you drive since you flex so much. Every time you show up somewhere it's the David show. You're the elephant in the room, you're kind of hard to miss." Odell gave him a smile feeling himself winning the argument.

"You sound jealous as fuck my nigga."

"I'm not jealous, not even close. I just know all those flashy cars don't make you shit. Especially if you don't let your "girlfriend" borrow one. Fuck outta here." Odell shook his head as he walked away to go talk to Sterling who was waving him over.

"What's up?"

"Coach is about to start."

Odell paused his music and put his phone in his duffle bag to give his full attention to Ben who was standing at the 40 yards line.

Odell

"We are going to go over plays later but right now I wanna work on everyone's defense. Even if you're not a guard, or a center, you need to defend yourself always incase you get the ball. When one of our quarterbacks has the ball he is going to throw it to Sheppard, or Beckham, or whoever else is receiving at the moment... But lately, our wide receivers, even our running backs, get blocked or tackled early by the defensive team. Which means receivers can't receive the ball or plays aren't able to be done fully. Which in turns makes it harder for the ball to make it to the end zone. So for a little bit we'll work on some defense. Now, I need my quartbacks off the field and every center, tight end, all of you, on the field. That leaves 48, I need 24 of you on each side of the fifty yard line. My assistant for the day, Laura, will give each of you one of these cheap ass jerseys to wear. Yellow jerseys are my offense. Red is my defense. Stand in front of someone as your partner for this exercise."

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