Fumble (An OBJ story)

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~~ Linnéa Yari Brown ~~
Wednesday December 17th 2014
New York, USA

I can't avoid him forever so I have to be at today's session at least. I sit looking at his file, studying his profile. 22 years old... 5ft 11... 198 lbs... LSU... Damn our LSU days were supposed to be the most perfect college days known to man. The high school couple who made it all the way through college together.

"Hey" I lift up head up to see him walking into the training facility. I don't respond as I stand up, closing the file.

"How are you?" He asks.

"Good you?"

"I'm cool. What we doing today?"

"I'm just gonna examine you again since you a pro bowl contender" I say.

"Alright cool. The punching bag?"

"Yea" I watch as he punches the bag. There's no problem I can identify by the naked eye so I touch his arms but there's still nothing.

"You're arms are good. I wanna get you in the suit if that's cool?"

"Yea that's fine." I grab it for him and he slips it on. 

"You look great in that" I say. Really it's too tight.

"You like my butt?" He says.

"Boyy if you don't- you always had a cute butt" I say as I watch him get onto the treadmill.

"Stop it" he says waving his hand at me like a girl. I push the start button on the treadmill and turn it up. I watch the screen to see his body movements.

"You look really good" I say but I realise he's finna take that the wrong way.

"I know I'm sexy Linnéa"

"Not with them ramen noodles on your head" I actually really like his hair.

"You know you love em" whatever. I hit stop on the treadmill.

"You're finna have to get off cause I'm too small to see the screen over you" he chuckles lightly as he steps off the treadmill. He sits down on the stool and I take a hold of both his hands.

"Alright now squeeze my hands"

"I can do that" he squeezes my hands.

"Don't break my hands Odell. Push me"

"Ion push girls"

"Bull fucking shit. You pushed me all the damn time"

"Cause you wanted to fight. So we fought"

"Come on just fight me"

"Whatchu want me to do?"

"Both hands on my biceps. Then push me but Odell don't push me off the chair" he places both his hands on my biceps.

"Now what type of person do you take me for?" He says with a smirk on his face as he begins pushing me.

"Wait stop right there"

"You want me to let go or?"

"No keep holding right there. Are you loosening your grip?" I ask. 

"Nah I don't think so"

"Aight pull me back up" he pulls me up and let's go. I take his hands and begin massaging them. But then he holds my hands.

"You're kinda holding my hands"

"I know but I uh- I uh- I need you to listen to me"

"Did I miss something? Nothing was on the screen-"