Lovers and Friends {Odell Beckham Jr.}

Bad Luck?

Jasmine's POV

I am just not relationship ready.

Those words plagued me all day. What the hell does that even mean? I guess I was good to have sex with but I wasn't good enough to commit to.

"You better stop before your coffee spills," Anya said bringing me out of my daydream.

"Oh shit," I said tilting my cup upright. "Thanks"

"What the hell is on your mind? You are here but your mind is somewhere else. Mind telling what is going on?" Anya asked.

"Just a lot, I am trying to figure out what to do with Odell. You know he came over last night," I told her.

"Yeah, I know...well I heard, when he came," she laughed. It was a terrible joke but I saw what she was trying to do.

"Ha ha not fun," I said.

"Girl, it sounded like it was good, but you sure aren't acting like it. Normal people would be all happy and calm. So, what happened?" she asked.

"I asked what were we and he said he wasn't relationship ready," I told her.

"Oh, okay. I understand now. So, what are you going to do about it?" she asked.

"I think I am just going to move on. No point on wasting my time on someone who isn't willing to commit to me," I said.

"True...girl isn't that Ben Simmons?" I turned around to see this giant sexy caramel dude standing at the counter.

"Girl, lets go get a picture," Anya said getting up.

"Nah, you go head. I am going keep looking at shoes," I told her pushing her towards the front.

I knew who Ben Simmons was; I mean I am a basketball fan. I just wasn't crazy about him because I knew all about his cocky persona and the fact that he thinks he is the next LeBron. I wasn't a fan.

Once I was done shopping, I went to the counter to pay for my shoes. I was about to hand the guy my shoes to ring up when another employee put a boxes of shoes down, "Ring these up first"

"Um...excuse you but I was here first," I said putting my shoes on top.

"Look ma'am, I understand but-"

"Clearly you don't understand that first come first serve," I replied.

"I know ma'am but we have an important client that wishes to have his shoes ready now," he said.

"I don't give a fuck if you have President Obama waiting," I said raising my voice. "I was here first, so I get served first," I said.

"But ma'am-"

"Stop calling me that a ring up my damn shoes and then I will be out of your way," I said getting in his face. "I don't wanna get ugly in here."

"We sure wouldn't want that," a deep voice interjected. "Ring up her shoes with mine."

I turned and looked and Ben Simmons towering over me smirking. I rolled my eyes, "I can pay for myself."

I chuckled, "I know you can but I am in a hurry, plus I don't want someone as fine as you getting ugly in here."

"Fine, now hurry up," I said turning my back to him.

He laughed passed the cashier his card and paid for our stuff. Once, everything was paid for and grabbed my bags and walked out of the store with Anya in tow.

"Ma'am!" I heard someone call me.

"STOP CALLING ME THAT," I yelled back.

Ben walked over to me in long stride and handed me a piece of paper, "Hit me up once you get a chance I would like to make it up to you."

"Thanks but now thanks the shoe was enough," I said.

He laughed then slipped the note into my bag, "Just in case."

"Don't hold your breath, plus don't you have somewhere to be?"

He laughed again, "Talk to you later...?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Jasmine"

He gave me a sexy smile, "Talk to you later Jasmine"

"Damn girl, first Odell and now Ben...what's your secret?" Anya commented as we watching him and his crew walk way.

"Bad luck," I said turning and walking in the opposite direction.