heart break || odell beckham jr. imagines

forty-two - rather be ya nigga

Your Point of View. 

"There's this party tonight at my cousin's house, do you want to go with me?" My best friend questioned, stirring the unknown contents in her large boiler.

I shrugged as the heat of the gas stove traveled up to my already hot face. "I don't know if I should go. I planned on watching the New Edition marathon on tv tonight."

She sliced the red bell peppers on the cutting board before putting the colorful vegetables into the black skillet. "I think there's this thing called recording on your tv y/n."

I sighed.

"I said no. I don't want to go to a party that I'll probably regret going to in the morning anyways."

Hearing the silver spoon drop from her hand, I wasn't going to bicker back and forth with this girl on this Friday afternoon.

Giving her a sideways glance at the noises she was making, I just knew that this fool didn't just throw something on the floor out of frustration.

"Girl, I know your ass ain't about to be at home thirsting over some niggas you can't have," she huffed, grabbing another large spoon from one of the drawers behind us and putting the dirty one in the sink for our dishwasher.

Rolling my eyes at the way she had to say it like that, she better be glad we were the only ones back here.

Our boss, Mrs. Jordan hated swearing with a passion and if she caught them coming out of our mouths, it was coming out of our next check.

"Order up!" I shouted behind the wooden counter of Aunt Jordan's Dinner that sat in the middle of downtown Sacramento.

It was an adorable little restaurant that saw so many faces in its twenty years existence.

From famous celebrities to moms who wanted to grab tonight's dinner for her family, it has seen it all.

Turning towards the brown haired girl once someone came to pick up the plate, I just knew she wasn't talking to me. "First of all, I'm not desperate and second of all, do I give a damn about you judging me for watching a great movie?"

With the bell ringing on the door, signaling that someone else just walked in, I couldn't wait until this day was over.

Flipping the hamburgers on the griddle, I listened in as she complained on and on about me being a square and not doing nothing fun on my days off.

Disagreeing with her on everything she vomited out of her mouth, I looked at the retro clock on the wall to check the time.

It was only six o'clock in the afternoon, giving me only thirty minutes left in my shift.

Y/bf/n and I've been here since before daybreak, preparing for the next day ahead.

We've been the morning chefs since we were fresh out of culinary school two years ago and I could honestly say I enjoyed working here everyday.

Putting the roasted hamburger on a clean plate, I sat the meal on the counter, signaling for one of our waitresses to come pick it up.

Rubbing my hands on my apron, I started on the next order in line.

This particular customer wanted scrambled eggs, hashed browns, and a steak.

Giving it a nod, I could whip this up in no time.

Taking the raw cut of cow out of the refrigerator, I marinated it with my special sauce before it was heard sizzling in one of the skillets on the stove.

Grabbing two eggs from the carton, I started preparing the way they ordered it.

Sunny side up.

Already having the hashed browns ready from earlier, all I had to do was finish preparing the plate.

Flipping the steak over every once in a while, I hummed a Tupac song while scrambling the eggs.

"So we can get drunk and smoke weed all the way

It doesn't matter if you lonely baby, you need a Thug in your life."

"What you know about Tupac," y/bf/n's annoying ass cousin and the one who was throwing the party asked as he walked into to the kitchen unannounced.

Rolling my eyes at the brown-eyed man, he wasn't even her for a split second before he started getting on my last nerve.

"I know more about him then you," I snapped back at him.

Not giving him a second glance, I looked at y/bf/n with a raised eyebrow.

She just shrugged, "He's my ride."

Going back to what I was doing, I didn't even know how he even got in here in the first place.

"Are you beautiful ladies going to my house party tonight?"

"Yes, we are," y/bf/n responded without looking up from what she was doing.

"No, I'm not," I looked at Rondell as I watched him take a seat in one of the chairs. "And how you even got in here?"

"It's called sneaking in through the back door. Anyways, it's a shame that you can't come because I heard that Odell was going to be there."

"And I heard he was looking for you," he laughed once he saw my reaction.

With my crush from high school being brought up to the conversation, my mind soon went blank.

"She'll be there," my best friend answered for me, "and I'll make sure of it."

"No I can't," I violently shook my head as I came back to my senses. "Y'all know how I act when I'm near him, I start stuttering and sweating bullets."

"Well it's going to change starting now because us two," y/bf/n pointed towards Rondell then at her. "Are going to make sure that that doesn't happen."

"I'm scared to face him," I looked at the both of them forgetting what my tasks beforehand," and I thought he had a girlfriend?"

"Trust me on this one," Rondell looked at me with realness in his eyes. "This boy want to be your nigga for real."

"And we're going to show him tonight that you're ready for that type of commitment. So go home when we get through and record all your shows before I come over there and give you a makeover."

"Do I need for you to dress me?" I groaned at y/bf/n.

"I'll advise you to shut up," Rondell cut in before y/bf/n could speak. "Because I know without my cousin's help, your ass would have came to my party with some damn sweatpants and a bootleg Obama t-shirt on."

"Know I wouldn't," I blushed at his bluntness.

"Whatever," he threw his hands up in the air. "Just know that this party starts at 8."