More Than Friends

Flashback: That's It

Odell POV-

"You think I'm arrogant Juice?" I looked over at Juice who was on his bed scrolling through his phone.

"You were the top college  football recruit in Louisiana, why wouldn't you be?"

"I don't want seem like I'm looking down on people though."

"Odell, We not like these other niggas.
We're college football royalty. All we do is walk in the room and  hoes fall at our feet. Niggas wanna be our friends. Compared to us, these other niggas is peasants and we gon treat them as such  end of story."

"But them same people, we get injured or some other shit happen, they ain't gon be there. I don't want unloyal people around me. Trying to cipher through who there for Odell vs. who there for Number 13."

Juice laughed. "What are you tripping about? You thinking about cuffing that white girl Sophie or something? She gave you some type of ultimatum?"

"Nah, I'm just thinking about my life ya know. We are going to make it to the NFL one day, and I just wanna make sure, the people I'm around down for me and not down for football. People that's gon tell me the truth, even when I don't want to here it. Love me, even if I'm not as perfect as I seem. Niggas don't think about shit like this, that's why when they get cut from a team
Or don't make it, they don't know how to deal with it."

"Why you getting all Dr. Phil on me nigga, what happened to you? We can think about that shit, when we get there. Right now, we just young future  rich niggas living life. Have fun. Stop being so pressed."

I sighed. Juice wasn't getting it. But I don't know, I had never had anybody call me out like Kenya. Most people tell me what I want to hear, but it's just cause they scared if they do, I won't keep them around.

And I have to admit, I was in my feelings for a little bit. But I needed that.

I was starting to realize Kenya was different from any girl I encountered. Most, strike that all girls I flirt with, never reject my advances.

I was flirting with Kenya as a test in Popeyes, not really feeling her perse but just trying to see if she would go, and she didn't budge.

In fact she legit seemed annoyed and disgusted by me. And I'm not used to that you know. People rejecting me.

But it was weird because yes I gave her the money and the tampons, but her lack of falling into my trap, just showed me she really wasn't impressed by me. Which is hard to believe of course. I'm Odell.

But...she  wasn't. And she didn't go alone to get next to me either. It's been a week since we spoke. I thought by now, she would've called or something, but she didn't. She could care less about being friends with me and that made me feel some type of way.

It made me realize that no matter how much shit she gave me, she actually came deep down because she had some empathy for me. Even though I was an ass to her. If she wanted more out of the deal, that would have shown.

It sucked she didn't have social media, because I would have hit her up that way. Make it seem informal. Like I wasn't too pressed. But I was going to have to text her.

We exchanged numbers from our trip to NOLA. And I was dreading doing it, because I never hit up chicks first, but I had to know more about who she was. Something about her being different, made me more curious about her.

I got my phone off the charger and formed a text.

Me: Hey Kenya, this O...

Nah that's lame. Delete.

Me: I gave my paper to the administration and I'm allowed to take my test. Can we discuss when you can tutor me?

Better. Straightforward. To the point. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I hit send.

Kenya POV-

"I guess he outta his feelings." I showed my phone to Brandon.

We were in his dorm, doing our homework.

"I should reply- Who's this?"
I laughed.

"You going to hell. You be kind to the disabled unless God gon strike you down." Brandon said writing in his notebooks.

"Would you stop? He's not disabled. Dyscalculia is not that serious. He can overcome it."

"You better encourage disabled bae."

"Oh my god." I laughed. "I wonder why he hit me up? I thought he found someone else."

Brandon eyed me. "He sent that because he didn't know what else to say."

"Brandon, please. He talks plenty. He knows what to say."

"Not when you walking around with that Carolina Panther kitty."

I stale faced him.

"What was y'all doing in Nola? Left that poor disabled baby speechless. You got to take it slow with him K."

I burtsted into laughter. "You are so ignorant."

"Didn't you say you was going to be the 1 to his 3."

"Trust me it's game nothing else. He wasn't being serious. That boy don't like me. You know he hasn't posted on social media since we went down there."

"You been stalking his page?"

"No his self absorbed videos are entertaining. All these shirt off videos and him looking into the camera talking to his "fans."" I rolled my eyes.

"Now you trying to get free parking cause of his new handicap sign. Plotting and scheming. That is next level Thot."

"Goodbye Brandon." I rolled my eyes. "He's not my type and I'm not his type. And trust me I'm not worried about it either."

"Then why you looking at his page?"

"Because I was curious. That's it."

"Mm-hmm." He rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious. He's an airhead. I'm
Going to tutor him because I said I would, but that's it."

That's it. 😩