Odell and Kenya have been best friends throughout college. As graduation approaches and both their lives are set to change, they evaluate whether they should be more than friends.
"Do you see this?" I scrolled down O's Instagram page. He was at an away game in Mississippi and of course he was being the fuck boy he was. Couldn't leave Louisiana state lines without...
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"Kenya if you don't want to be around him, why do you care?" Brandon asked me. He was laid across the bottom of his bed, watching tv. I was at the tip.
"I don't. It's just like one minute he's at my door, then the next he's with some hoe in Mississippi. Like see this is why I wanted nothing to do with him." I looked at the comments on the pic.
Folks hyping him up and her up. Talking about she bad. 🙄🙄
"I am so over it." I deleted his number out my phone.
"Kenya y'all ain't spoke in two weeks. After this disabled fine man gave you two tickets to his game. Prime time seating. And then you go in on him, saying you want nothing to do with him."
"And I don't. And this is why. If I was so different as he said I was, he wouldn't have given me tickets to one game and have her is hotel room in Mississippi the next. This isn't even Sophie the girl he's always with at school."
Brandon looked at me. "He's not your man. An according to you he's not your friend. So I don't see why you mad, unless you want him like I do."
"No I don't want him. He's a disgrace to mankind. Just uh...whatever." I cut off my phone and put my head on Brandon's pillow, pouting.
"Why are you ashamed to say you like this man?"
"I don't. He's not even on my level. Especially intellectually. He can do him. Whatever."
"Oh he's doing him and a few others."
I looked at Brandon and rolled my eyes.
"Kenya what is the problem? I told you we got a 30 day basketball player plan."
"Brandon I don't want to joke now." I said irritated.
"Well bitch you and your attitude can get up out my room."
"I just..." I sat up, wrapping my arms around Brandon's pillow. "If he really wanted to be my friend, why would he just like... Tell me all this stuff about how great I am, then go jump on to the next."
"Bitch you told him to leave you alone. Ain't nobody finna keep on chasing you like Harriet Tubman was chasing freedom. If you want to be his friend speak the hell up. Shit and stop acting like you don't want to." Brandon said irritated. "Whew chile, you getting on my nerves with that shit. You a chemistry major and you can't figure that shit out?"
