Exceptions

5. Issy

Odell shook his head and leaned back on the couch. "You need to slow that shit down Issy. All that drinking and shit is bad for you. After college I decided to stop drinking and I feel great."

She was one of the very first people Odell became friends with when he moved to New York. They met at a club after Odell first got drafted. He found her passed out drunk in front of the club with her head in a empty McDonald's kids meal carrier. He tried to help her up but realized she wasn't breathing like she should. He drove her to the hospital and stayed by her side till the doctors said she was alright.

After what he went through with Alexis he didn't want to leave until Issy was okay. After the nurses at the hospital sobered her up they told Odell if he hadn't helped her she most likely would've died from alcohol poisoning. After being informed on what happened Issy felt forever indebted to him.

People had been walking past her all night just thinking she was just another drunk. The ones that always stay passed out in front of the club trying to get free drinks. No one checked on her and Odell thought about staying home that night. He was glad he didn't since she probably would've died if he hadn't. Ever since then Isabella and Odell had been good friends, and ever since that day she still has been drinking like crazy.

"Excuse me for not being at the peak of physical fitness like you Mr. Star player. My job doesn't require physical activity. Unless the cops come but other than that you don't need no type of muscle to slang work."

Odell rolled his eyes. "But you have everybody worried to death, especially your girl. You need to go get some help before she leaves you."

"Her ass not going nowhere and I don't need no help. If I wanna stop drinking right now I can but I don't want to.  Haven't you ever heard Hennessy is good for the soul?"

"No Issy. I don't think anyone has said that but you."

"Well it's true, Just know me and Henny got a bond that can't be broken... Lets stop talking about me. How was ya lil field trip with the class?"

Odell laid back in his chair while twisted the front piece of his hair.
"It would've been cool if our coach didn't make me be in a group with all the third graders. I had to deal with them for three whole hours and I never felt so mature in my life. It felt like I spent my whole day in a room full of ten year old little boys. Every time some girl walked by, no matter what they looked like or how old, they kept talkin about fuckin her or how many times they've smashed that already." Odell shook his head. "Especially David's ass. He aired him and some girl name Jade's business out there like it was nothin. I tried to jump in but the damage had already been done."

"You should've just sat back and sipped ya tea Kermit. The girl was probably a hoe."

"I'm sure she's not. If she is she's way to pretty to be giving herself to everyone like that; but even if she had sex with everyone who walked through the that door she still don't deserve for someone to tell all her business."

"Sometimes hoes need to hang they nasty ass laundry out to dry. I'm all for telling a bitch about herself."

"If that was true you wouldn't have let Queen kick you out and you wouldn't have been sleeping on my couch." Odell said standing up.

Issy smacked her lips and laid back on the couch with the remote. "Shut up you don't know nothing."

He let out a laugh. "I'm about to go get in the shower. Don't be eating up all my shit."

"I'll eat what I want."

"Yeah you keep on thinking that. If all my snacks is gone in gonna kick you out and make you sleep on the porch."

"Yeah yeah yeah. I'm not scared."

Odell walked upstairs and headed to his bedroom to wash the day away.

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"Man we gotta go out tonight!" Issy shouted from his closet. "If you wear this jacket with some timbs? Mannn you gone have all the bitches in the club." Odell laid across his bed with his eyes getting heavy. He was wore out from the long day he had and the shower he just took was adding to his sleepiness. The last thing on his mind was going out tonight.

"I don't feel like going out. Besides, you just now recovering from last night."

"Recovering? Nigga I don't get hung over. Me and alcohol have an understanding."

"Yeah, yeah. But you know I don't go out. That's just not my thing."

"Yeah right every time we go out you end up having a good time. Besides you act like you wifed up or something. You been single since I met you. It's bout time you get out and see what these New York bitches is about. Oh wait... I forgot. Every time you do take chicks home you meat be on soft and they leave outta here pissed. I mean how is that possible? You end up pulling the baddest ones in the club."

"It's just every time I even think about touchin another girl Alexis' face pops up. Then when I am havin sex with someone I don't imagine myself with them. I see Alexis the whole time and I don't know what to do."

Odell sat up and combed his fingers through his wet hair.

"Nigga what? Didn't you say she died a couple years back?"

"Yeah it's been almost three. The anniversary is coming up actually."

"Look I know you miss her and all that but when are you gonna move on? I hate to be cold like this but don't you wanna be happy? You gotta get out in this wind and get back into the swing of things because you'll end up lonely still holding on to that shit."

"I know... I just... I just feel like I'm cheating on her. Every time I try to talk to another woman on that level Alexis face pops in my head and I back out before the conversation gets to serious."

"Well we're gonna go out tonight and I want you to try to get to the level after talking. Bring her back here and try to throw a lil dick on 'er."

He sighed and got up to look at the outfit she picked out. "Fine I'll go." Odell looked her up and down. "Wait... What you know about throwing dick?"

"I bet you one hundred dollars that my stroke game is better than yours. I got my first strap on as a birthday gift to myself for at seventeen. I been stealing niggas bitches ever since. I'm a female I know what feels good when you getting dick. I wasn't always gay, so when I'm breaking a bitch off I know exactly what to do."

Odell balled up his face. "Issy... That was to much. I'm gonna delete that from my mind and act like we didn't have this conversation."

"Oh hush. I can teach yo ol' limp dick ass a thing or two."

"Me and my dick are fine. I don't need no extra help." He shook his head and went to the bathroom to do his hair.

"I know a guy who can get you some of them little blue pills."

"Issy!"

"I'm serious O! I want you breaking hip bones tonight. I want a girl walking outta here on a stretcher when you done. She need to have st least one broke hip and a back brace after you finish. Like I wanna see mascara running, hair a tangled mess, but mos importantly a limp!"

"You're crazy." Odell said as he tapered his beard up in the mirror.

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