Kenya POV-
"How old are you again?" I laughed looking at O drinking from his children's cup at Denny's with no hands bent over the table.
"You're mad because you don't have a collectors cup." He said with the straw in his mouth.
"Yeah. I'm mad." I rolled my eyes and wiped my hands on a napkin.
We had just got done watching X-Men then went to Denny's to get something to eat.
I noticed a girl staring at Odell and whispering to her friend next to her. I guess trying to figure out if it was him.
"That chick staring in the booth over there." I looked at her then him.
He looked over there, waved and smiled. She blushed and waved back. She did a little excitement silent scream. Like Odell just waved at me.
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "You made her day I guess."
"Somebodies jealous."
"Not really. I don't get the hype." I shrugged and ate one of my fries. I had ordered chicken tenders and fries.
"All work, no hype over here. I'm the best mutha-fucka on that team. You know it." He said eating his waffles with strawberry syrup.
"Actually Jarvis is the best." I took a sip of my Sprite. "If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't have won that game against Alabama. Seeing as you was dropping passes and all."
He looked at me salty.
I laughed. "I'm joking."
He did a laugh and then a serious face.
I chuckled at his fast change of expression.
"I guess Jarvis can pay for your meal. And he should've paid for your movie too."
"He can pay for more than my meal." I said eating a chicken tender, suggestively. As though it was a sexual act.
O rolled his eyes annoyed, then ate some of his bacon. He always does that, get annoyed when I talk about Jarvis in
That way.
"So you mad?" I asked him.
"Why would I be mad? You ain't got a chance with Jarvis no way."
Did he just? I think he just.
"Excuse you?" I wrinkled my forehead, knowing he wasn't saying, what I thought he was saying.
"You heard me." He took a chicken tender off my plate and started eating it, looking at me taking pride in the fact he possibly hurt my feelings. Which he did.
"What's that suppose to mean?" I folded my arms and sat back looking at him.
"You not his type." He brushed it off and focused on his food.
"Why am I not his type?"
"I'm not getting into this with you Kenya." He waved me off , then resumed to eating.
"Why am I not his type?" I re-asked.
He ignored me.
"You trying to say I'm ugly?" I was still seated back with folded arms.
He ignored me and kept eating.
"I'm talking to you."
"And I'm not your fucking kid so I don't have to answer." He snapped.
"Obviously I'm not your type because we see the low class hoes you have around. But why not Jarvis?"
He still ignored me.
"Oh it's my weight. Football players can't be seen with a fatty huh? It'll ruin your image."
"That's your own fucking insecurities you got to deal with that. I can't help
You." He said chewing looking out the window, like what I said was unimportant.
"Wow it's good to know how you really feel about me."
He bursted into laughter.
"What's funny?" I asked him not amused.
"You. You're overdramatic. Putting shit in my mouth."
"It's not what you said, it's what you implied. Communication is more than verbal. You basically said through non-verbal communication I wasn't good enough for Jarvis."
"Why does it matter what Jarvis likes anyway? He's a fuck boy." He snapped.
"Well that's your other best friend and roommate that you chose, so what does that say about you? Birds of a feather."
I gave a sarcastic smile.
"We nothing alike." He cut his eyes at me quick.
"Right. Because Jarvis is probably a better man than you." I resumed eating my food.
He laughed. "Fucking Hilarious. Oh my God."
"You know..." I said chewing on some fries. "I think you're jealous. You've known I've liked Jarvis for a minute and you stay blocking. Now
I'm starting to see why you don't hardly let me come to your apartment. You're afraid I might actually have a shot.
And that eats you up inside."
"Kenya, trust me, I don't lose an ounce of sleep or energy thinking about or trying to block who you wanna fuck. I got enough brauds to keep me occupied."
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes.
I was just now realizing what a blocker he really was. I never thought much of him coming to my place all the time and me never hardly coming to his until now. And to see what he really thought of me was really making me question whether we were really friends.
"Why you hardly invite me over to your apartment?" I folded my arms and tilted my head.
He laughed and rubbed his hands down his face. "You just not gon let it go."
"No I'm not." I didn't move my position.
He stroked his beard hair. "Too many niggas be over there, doing too much shit and I just don't be wanting you around that."
"You my keeper now?"
"Yeah I am. As your best friend I am. And if its niggas I see that's no good. If it's environments I see that's no good, I'm gon to block it. That's just what it is." He shrugged and sat back mirroring my folded arms.
I went back to eating my food, and I wiped my tearing eyes. That still didn't take away the sting of knowing, he felt I wasn't good enough for Jarvis
For whatever reason. Which deep
Down meant I wasn't good enough for him.
I was starting to think it was because he was ashamed of me. Regardless of what he said. I thought about the many times, he would decline to invite me to stuff with his football friends. Even though they were surrounded by a bunch of girls. He let random
Bitches hang with them all of
The time and they were always at his house. But me your best fiend, I was only good enough for one-one interaction. Essentially he was saying, I wasn't good enough to be around him and his football friends. The truth was coming to light.
I quickly wiped my eyes.
"What is it now?" He looked at me annoyed.
"Nothing. I'm good. I just want to go."
He sighed and rolled his eyes.
He paid the check and got in his car to go home.
"Remind me to give you your tickets for the game Saturday. I got you two. You can bring who you want. We playing Florida. You my good luck charm. I need you there. We need to win this. Plus Ma and Jazz (his little sister) coming down and they want to see you." He said like nothing happened.
I didn't say anything. I wasn't going. No more one sided friendship.
"You heard me?" He looked over at me, as he was driving to my apartment.
"I can't make it." I looked out the window, with my arms folded.
"What you mean you can't make it? You never miss a home game with me K."
"Well I can't make this one."
"Don't tell me you still tripping over that shit about Juice?"
"This doesn't have anything to do with him." I was still looking out the window.
"What does it have to do with then huh?" He said getting frustrated.
"You and how you're not the friend I thought you were. Sitting at that table I realized, you constantly parade hoes in your apartment. In front of your friends. And here I am your fucking best friend, and it's like you hide me like I'm some fucking secret you don't want to get out. I'm only good for the dark."
"Are you fucking serious Kenya? Yo ass has been getting prime time seating to all my games since freshmen year. with my own fucking money, I fly you out to the most important away games because I want you to be there with me. Cheering me on. That shit is against rules, do you know that? You met my whole fucking family. On holidays when you ain't up in Fayetteville where you from, you come to family dinners with me. My whole fucking family knows you. My mother treats you like her daughter. Your fucking initials are on the inside of my gloves, I use every fucking game. Gloves are the most important part of a wide receivers uniform. I catch the ball with them shits. My fucking mama name is not on my gloves. Just Yours and a bible verse. And you worried about me not taking you around some niggas who don't do shit but smoke, drink and fuck all day? You want to be around that? The fact that you would even question how important you are to me pisses me off." He said pissed.
I guess I didn't think about all that.
I looked over at him, but he avoided my gaze. He was angry. He just turned up
The music and that was the only sound between us as we rode the rest of the way to my apartment.
"You coming up?" I asked him as I gathered my purse, when he pulled in front.
He shook his head no. Looked in his glove compartment and tossed the envelope with the tickets on my lap. Then looked forward with an angry mug on his face, waiting for me to get out.
"O I'm sorry I didn't think about that." I looked at him. "I just had a moment."
He looked out the window.
"Can I get a hug?" I asked him.
"I don't feel like it." He said looking out the window.
"Imma steal one." I reached over, with my knees in the seat and hugged him tight. Bringing his head into my chest.
"K get off." He tried to still be serious.
"K."
I hugged him tighter bringing his head further in my chest ignoring him.
He bit the top of my titty closest to him.
"Oww." I hit him hard.
He laughed. "I told your orangutan titty ass to move."
"Now I probably got rabies." I said getting out.
"Anyway, love you." I told him. "Text me when you get home."
"Aight." He said as I closed the door.
He watched me go in, then drove off.