heart break || odell beckham jr. imagines

thirty-five - denial

Your Point of View. 

"Why are you in denial?" My best friend since forever asked with annoyance laced in her voice.

"I'm not in a state of denial little girl. I do not like that boy."

The both of us was bickering back and forth with each other with her trying to say that I had a thing for Odell, which I said I didn't at all!

Of course, he was a piece of eye candy, but that didn't mean I liked him.

"I'm just saying, I know you like him for sure. Every day, I see you staring at him when he enters our first block class," she said with an eye roll.

"Whatever," I gave up, closing my locker to go to my next block class.

"I'll see you during lunch then," she called out, going to her next class also.

Shaking my head, I made my way towards Mrs. Greene class, speed walking before the tardy bell could ring.

Not looking where I was going, I bumped into something hard, making all the papers in my arms splattered onto the hallway floor.

Mentally slapping myself for being so clumsy, I rushed down to pick them up, not seeing who I bumped into in the first place.

"Let me help you," I heard a deep voice say in front of me.

Afraid to see who it was, I kept my eyes glued to the ground.

I hated looking people in the eyes when they had their full attention focused on me.

Standing up once I was done, I tried to step away from the situation and head off to class, when I felt a hand gently grasp my forearm to stop me.

Turning around completely, I was met with the most prettiest eyes ever.

"You forgot something," he smiled, handing me my notebook for chemistry class.

"Thank you," I surprisingly said without stuttering.

"I'm kind of glad that I bumped into you instead of someone else."

Rubbing the back of my neck, I didn't know how to respond to that kind of confession.

Noticing my uncomfortableness, he tried to go back on his words. "I didn't mean what I said. I should just go."

Nodding my head, we both went our separate ways, making myself wonder, how in the world did I just had a conversation with the most popular boy in school.

I was considered as the girl you didn't notice in your class until the end of the school year.

Shrugging my shoulders, I couldn't think about that right now. I had to get to class before I had another tardy slip in my name.

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During Lunch.

"What did you do?" Y/bf/n said with amusement on her face when she found out about my encounter with Odell this morning.

"Nothing really, I just stared at him while he spoke," I admitted, not trying to be around the bush with my best friend.

She rolled her eyes. "And you said you didn't like this boy. Y/n, you are so in denial."

"Can we not talk about this right now."

She put her arms up in defeat. "I guess so."

Leaving the conversation at where it should be, we both ate our lunch in silence.

While taking a bite of my pizza, my eyes so happened to make its way to where Odell sat.

I was bewildered when I found his eyes on mine.

Quickly looking down at my food, he probably thought I was creepy for staring at him from across the room.

Now feeling his eyes on me, I started to shift uncomfortably in my seat.

"Do not tell me that Odell is not staring at you right now," my best friend noticed.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" I tried to say but was immediately cut off with a bowl of soup being dumped in my hair.

"What's wrong with you," I screamed, jumping out of my seat.

Hearing my y/bf/n get up also with hatred covering her entire face, the laughter of the whole student body made me wish that this day never happened.

Wiping the carrots from my steamy face, I left the cafeteria to get away from the embarrassment that surrounded me.

I didn't know who did this to me and I didn't care either, I just wanted to be by myself.

Opening one of the stalls to the girl's restroom, I stepped in, slamming the door shut behind me.

Sitting on the toilet, I felt the tears streaming down my face.

What did I do to deserve this?

I didn't do anything wrong to get this kind of humiliation at all.

Choking back the large sobs coming from the back of my throat, I heard heavy footsteps enter the restroom.

"Can you let us in y/n?" Asked y/bf/n with sadness in her voice.

Not answering anything, I wiped the large tears from my cheeks.

"Please?" I heard the other voice say, belonging to Odell.

"Leave me alone!" I mumbled, not wanting to see anyone right now.

"Let me have a word with her," Odell whispered to my best friend, before managing to crawl under the stall's door with no hesitation at all.

Scaring me half to death at what he was doing, I held a hand to my chest before speaking in a trembling voice, "You're not supposed to be in here."

"Yeah, well Dorian shouldn't have done this to you," he motioned to my hair while getting up from the floor.

"Leave me alone," I once again said in sadness.

"You're not Michael Jackson," he sarcastically spoke, making us both laugh before continuing. "And I'm not going to listen to you. I have a joke for you and I think it's funny as hell. Do you want to hear?"

Wanting to know what he had to say, I shook my head.

"Why did the chicken cross the road?" 

"I don't know. Why?"

"To get on the other side. Duh," he said matter-of-fatly making my shoulders shake uncontrollably.

He was full of himself for saying that.

"Thank you," I said after we calmed down from laughing.

"No, thank you," he said in response, making us both smile in the process.

Maybe I do like him after all.