Willow Flower.

Patience

"It's the girl." Mr. Beckham thought out loud. Ms. Heather sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Are you fucking kidding me right now, Beck?"

He looked at her and shrugged. It was the 11:44 in the 3rd quarter and the Giants were down 14 points by the Steelers. Odell hadn't been playing terrible or anything, but they could tell he was aggravated by the outcome and the officiating of the game.

"Okay, I get it. She's his comfort or whatever but he needs to get his shit together and get over her right now for the sake of the game." Ms. Heather stressed. She was just now letting her walls down and trying to accept Willow but if she did this to him every time they broke up, she wasn't gonna be nice anymore.

"Yes!" Mr. Beckham cheered. "There ya go bud." Odell caught a pass from Eli and started up the field. He was pushed out of bounds by the defense, but at least the Giants were advancing up the field.

"Beck, I can't do this with the girl." Ms. Heather declared, taking the closest seat. Mr. Beckham rolled his eyes.

"And why do you say that now, Heather?" He folded his arms across his chest. She slit her eyes, taking heed of the tone he used.

"Do you not see what she is doing to our son?!" She pointed towards the field. "He does not fucking play like this and you fucking know it Beck!" He sighed and turned to look at him.

"Heath, you have got to understand that we can't control him! If its the girl or not, he lets what affects him on that field, not us." Ms. Heather knew he was right and searched for her son out the window.

"There you go again, avoiding my eyes and my face when you know I'm right." Beck pointed out. She scoffed and crossed one leg over the other. He moved a little closer to her, almost face to face. Still, she couldn't bring herself to look at him.

"Look at me when I say this Heather," Reluctantly, she tore her eyes away from the field. "If you keep giving that girl hell, you and Odell's relationship will only go downhill." He said.

"No the hell it will not!" Ms. Heather spoke with authority. He could almost feel the flames radiating off of her body. She peered her hazel eyes into his and pointed a finger at him.

"No one, and I mean not a damn body, will take away my son, my baby. Not even some part-time, meaningless whore." Beck sighed and shook his head, knowing his son.

"If you think you can say that and be so confident in it, then you don't know our son." Her glare on him lightened up a bit.

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"It's okay Odell, you played great out there." Ms. Heather rubbed his back, trying to cheer his spirits up, but with the loss of the game and the lost of the his girl, nothing could make him feel better. To make matters worse, he rode to the stadium with his mother.

"Thanks ma, I appreciate it." Odell said with his head down. Ms. Heather sighed from seeing how hurt he was.

"I'll wait for you in the car okay?" They stopped in front of the locker rooms. Odell nodded and went inside. He was the last one to make it to the locker rooms and when he got there everyone had already changed and was leaving.

"You missed the little speech Coach gave us, but it wasn't nothing different than before." Shep told him. Odell nodded, thankful he missed the thing. Shep could tell something was bothering him tonight because he wasn't much of his hyper self. Odell sat down slowly and threw a towel over his head.