Derek, Rayne's bodyguard in the MM.
Odell POV
Two weeks later.
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
you don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher
so misunderstood, but what's a World without enigma?
two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her
life is the bitch, and death is her sister
sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture
you know father time, we all know mother nature
it's all in the family, but I am of no relation
no matter who's buying, I'm a celebration
black and white diamonds, fuck segregation
fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
I was working out at the gym with my teammates after practice. I mostly kept my distance from coach since that night at Rayne's apartment, he doesn't treat me any different than another player but I'm still watchful of him. I was running on the treadmill listening to Lil Wayne "6 Foot 7 Foot" until the song stopped and I saw my mom's name on my phone. I stopped running and took a seat on a nearby bench and answered.
"Hello?"
"Odell Cornelius Beckham Jr, have you lost your mind?"
"I don't know. You know football can cause concussions."
"Boy don't play with me. I oughta slap the mohawk off of you, what's going on?"
"Nothing really."
"Oh really? Something must be happening if I see all over these blogs that you're fighting over some girl. Senior move, I got this. I know how to talk to my son."
"Woman give me this damn phone." I heard my dad tell her.
"Hey pops."
"Hey son, talk to me. What's going on between you and this girl?"
"Nothing yet. We're just friends for now."
"Just friends huh? Doing quite a lot for a friend?"
"I care about her, and ain't nobody gonna disrespect her in my presence."
"Well excuse me, if she got you like this when are we meeting our future daughter in law?" I laughed at him.
"I'm working on it old man, just give it time."
"Yo Odell!" Eli called out.
"Hold on dad. Yeah?"
"Coach wants to see you."
"All right. Dad I gotta call you back, coach wants to talk to me."
"Ok son talk to you later." He hung up.
I got off the bench and made my way to coach's office. Before I knocked I stood in front of his door trying to shake off this nervous energy.
"He about to trade yo ass, you not gonna fuck his daughter while you on his team." Victor said.
"Shut up Vic." I knocked on the door.
