More Than Friends

Flashback: Research

Odell POV-

"What's her name again?" Jarvis asked me. He was getting ready to go out. I was supposed to go, but I had other things on my mind.

"Kenya Morris." I said looking to see if she had a Facebook profile.

"Nah, I don't know her."

"Shit and she ain't got no Facebook either." I laid back on my bed frustrated.

"Man, just get another tutor. They come a dime a dozen."

"I don't want another tutor. Coach hired her and she gon do what he asked her to do."

"You just mad she rejected you." He laughed.

"She ain't reject shit. She playing them games broads play. Want somebody to chase after they ass, make them seem different. And after two weeks, they legs be in the same position in the air."

"Maybe you losing your juice and need me to show you tonight at the Alpha party."

"Nigga, please. Never that. I told you her deal." I said googling her name.

"Bruh, just let the shit go. You feeling her or something?"

I stale faced him. "Bruh, I deal with bad bitches only. She not even on my level."

"Then why won't you let it go?"

"Because you not gon disrespect Number 13 and get away with it."

"Well you be here like a loser, earning your respect. I'm going to have a good time at the Alpha party." He grabbed his keys, threw up the deuces and left.

I scrolled through google images looking for her picture. I saw a picture of her at a podium, holding an award. I clicked the link.

A Fayetteville High-School student wins top National Science Fair Honors.

I scrolled through. It talked about how her science project on blood plasma, won the national science fair out of students all around the country.

I then googled Kenya Morris, Fayetteville. Loads of articles came up about this "Wiz Kid" from North Carolina, and her work in science.

I rolled my eyes. That's nothing. Be one of the top players in the country like me, then I'll be impressed.

I decided to look in Twitter search to see if she has a profile. I put in Kenya Morris, nothing came up.

"Shit!" I yelled out loud. I threw my phone on the bed and stood in front of my full body mirror.

I looked at my face and raised my shirt looking at my six-pack. Like did she not see this? I put in work, hard hours in the gym to get this body.

On top of that, I know I'm fine as hell. Any woman alive will tell you so, so you're not going to reject me and think it's cool. Number 13 doesn't get swerved. Especially by no, average looking female.

I put on my clothes and walked the block to her dorm from mine. Of course another chick saw me and let me in. 🙄

I went up to her room and knocked on the door. Her roommate answered. She was an Asian girl. She smiled when she saw me.