Indecent Proposal (OBJ FanFiction)

I Had Rules

© 2017 D.S. Little
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Odell

"Aight Beckham, let's finish this last drill strong," Odell's Los Angeles trainer, Jamal Liggin, told him. "No distractions. I need you to dig in deep and fight the burn on this one. On my count...let's go!"

I was finishing up a grueling three hour workout on the UCLA football field. Even though I loved to workout, it was always these last thirty minutes that always challenged me the most because my body was past the point of exhaustion.

After the disappointing way we ended the previous season against the Green Bay Packers I knew that there was even a bigger target on my back going into the new year and I had to stay in tip top shape in preparation for the upcoming season.

The world may have had a laugh at the end of the season at my expense, with my dropped passes in the playoff game, but there would be no repeats of that pathetic performance. And if I heard one more thing about that stupid "yacht party" I was going to lose my mind.

Me and my boys had worked hard during that season and we had overcome a lot of adversity to even make it to the playoffs. We had a slow start to our season losing to rivals early, but we pulled together as a team and turned things around by the end.

We just wanted to celebrate making the playoffs and we wanted to do it big and together. Our performances in the actual game had nothing to do with our trip to Miami.

It was below freezing in that Green Bay stadium which made it more difficult for us to catch the ball, it was a different kind of cold than what we were used to in New York. The pressures we felt from the controversies didn't help. But I still couldn't believe the wide open passes that I openly missed!

I could feel the burn from pushing my body against the rope my trainer was holding.

Pump your fists and keep pushing O. I told myself wanting to punish my body even more.

If there was anybody that I was competing with, it was always myself! In my eyes I'm the best wide receiver in the league and the best don't choke in important games!

"There you go boy, there you go," I heard Jamal yelling behind me trying to encourage me, "thirty more seconds you got this, keep on fighting!"

I gritted my teeth and continued to run forward though it felt like my legs were no longer attached to my body. My body had moved past the burn and had almost gone numb.

"Time!" Jamal finally shouted.

I allowed the rope to drop from my waist and I bent over trying to catch my breath. That was one of the hardest drills to complete, to sprint as fast as you could against a rope that your trainer was pulling in the opposite direction was both challenging and exhausting at the same time.

Jamal threw me an EXOS post-workout recovery drink and I immediately began to chug it down. One of the things I learned early on while studying nutrition was how important refueling my body with the right nutrients was.

"Strong workout today," Jamal said standing next to me with his hands on his hips, "aside from the mental distractions you went hard today."

Mental distraction I wanted to laugh, that was the perfect nickname for Danielle Suarez, the brown beauty who had caught my eye in Vegas.

Was she the baddest girl I had ever been with? No.

Was she worth all the trouble I went through? Probably not, but there was still something about her that I still couldn't shake.