Demi woke up to the sound of the iPhone ringtone. It sounded far away but it was still bothering her. She used her hands to feel around on the bed for it so that she could throw it against the wall. It wasn't a big deal if it broke. Being a popular Instagram model and the daughter of a deceased rock star certainly has its perks.
"Baby, get that," she heard a deep voice mumble. Who the fuck was that? She didn't drink anything last night but she certainly didn't recall bringing anyone home. And why wasn't she feeling her silky Versace sheets? She opened her eyes and nearly screamed at what she saw. Where was her chandelier? Her sheepskin rug? Her marble floors? Her deluxe en suite bathroom? This room was nice, but it wasn't hers.
As she sat up, last night came crashing back to her. She went to Khloe's spontaneous yacht party with Kylie. She met Odell Beckham Junior at the bar. They danced for hours. They went back to his hotel. They had mind blowing sex until the sun came up...and now she was waking up next to him and one of their phones was ringing.
"I'm not your baby," she said as she lightly smacked his back then looked around for whoever's phone that was. Judging by the state of the room, they clearly had a wild night. Memories of what they did caused her face to flush red as she finally found his phone underneath one of the couch cushions.
"Odell!" She hissed as she marched back over to the bed and ripped the covers off him. "Who the fuck is Kierra?"
Odell immediately sat up and snatched the phone out of her hand, hitting the answer button and walking away from her.
"Hey baby, what's up?"
Did he just call any girl he knew "baby?" Demi huffed as she began to gather her clothes from last night. Deciding that she didn't want to wear her swimsuit, she decided to steal one of his tee shirts and a pair of his sweatpants. The sweatpants were way too big so she had to roll them over four times. She wore flip flops last night so she slipped those on, then grabbed her purse and her phone off of the table in the living room.
"You're coming out here for the game? That's great, baby. I'll make sure you get some good seats and I can't wait to see you."
Demi wanted to explode as she listened to Odell's conversation. She didn't fancy being the side hoe and she definitely didn't appreciate Odell not telling her about his girlfriend, Kierra. She wasn't gonna say anything about it now, but it was clear that she would have to make an appearance at his game. She just had to find out where it was and make sure that she had some amazing seats.
"FUCK!" Odell yelled as soon as he got off of the phone with Kierra. When he went back into his room, Demi was gone along with his favorite pair of sweatpants and the shirt that Kierra had bought him for his birthday. And of course he didn't even have Demi's number or her last name. But it was 2016 and everyone had social media, so he decided to look her up on Instagram.
As soon as he typed in the name "Demi," "Demi Lovato" popped up so he clicked on her profile. She had over 20 million followers and had been tagged in several pictures with Kylie Jenner. And it was her. Her latest picture was one of her and Kylie in the swimsuit she had been wearing last night. Odell followed her then scrolled down her profile some more. He stopped at a picture of her, and what looked to be her father. The caption was "RIP" and underneath it were comments with the hashtag #RIPDonnyLovato. Her father was Donny Lovato? He couldn't believe that he had slept with Donny Lovato's daughter last night. Now that he thought about it, one of his most famous songs was "Demi Smiles." It all made sense now.
A notification popped up and he saw that she followed him back, so he decided to message her.
OBJ3: so you just leave without a goodbye?
ddlovato: didn't want to interrupt your phone call with your GIRLFRIEND.
Odell didn't know what to say after that, because she had a point. Even though last night had been one of the best nights of his life, he had Kierra and things were getting serious between them. He would have to forget about Demi, even if he knew it would be impossible for him to do that.
Somehow, Demi figured out a way to get close with another player from the Giants. It wasn't even on purpose. After her morning run she had decided to reward herself with some Starbucks. Some asshole in a blue Giants hoodie was holding up the line because he was signing an autograph for the barista, so she called both of them out. Turns out, it was Sterling Shepard, one of the newer members on the team. And from stalking Odell's Instagram, she knew that they were friends. She apologized, bought his coffee, and they ended up hanging out for the rest of the day. That was how she got two tickets and sideline passes for Sunday's game.
"Hey mom, you wanna go to a football game today?" Demi asked as she came downstairs, fresh faced after a no makeup Instagram selfie.
"Oh no, sweetie, you know I don't like football." Truthfully, she hadn't talked to her mom since she brought her dad up last week, so this was her way of apologizing. She knew her mom hated football but she was sentimental about the time they spent together, so in the long run, they would end up going to the game together.
"Please? We haven't spent any time together in a while. We could go out for dinner afterwards. Maybe a little bit of shopping too?" Demi suggested, using her mom's ultimate weakness: her smile. It was only her weakness because she smiled exactly like her dad. People told her that all of the time.
"Okay. But you better not be all dressed up, Demetria. I'm not going anywhere with you looking like some kind of Barbie doll," Dianna demanded as Demi nodded.
She already knew what she was going to wear because she had found Kierra's Instagram and saw how she dressed. She was a total try hard meaning that she would be completely dressed up for this football game. So Demi decided to do the opposite. She wore a pair of black jeans with the shirt she stole from Odell tucked into them. She wore a jean jacket over it and threw her hair into a messy ponytail after doing her makeup. She looked cute but comfortable, like she wasn't trying hard at all. To finish her look off, she put on a pair of classic Converse that she hadn't worn in years. Last time she had worn them had been with her dad.
"Wow, these are some good seats, Demi. Who paid you to come to the game?" Her mom questioned as she lightly chuckled.
"No one paid me, mom. I'm friends with one of the players. I'm going down to talk to him, do you want anything?"
"Oh no, sweetheart, stadium food is worst than fast food. Be careful," Dianna said before putting her attention on her phone. Demi walked down to the sidelines, flashing one of the guards her pass to be let in. Odell was on break talking to who she assumed was his girlfriend, Kierra, but Sterling saw her and ran up to her.
"Damn Ma, do you always look so good?" He questioned.
"Yes, Sterling. You ready for today's game?" Demi asked as he nodded.
"Damn straight. But I know you're dying to talk my nigga over there so I'll let you go."
"It's not like that at all. You're fun to hang out with. Maybe I'll have to spend some time in New York soon," she said, not wanting him to feel bad. She did have a conscious and she actually did like Sterling.
"Bet. Let me know when you're out there. I'm gonna finish warming up. Don't start any mess, we need to win this game today," Sterling said as Demi rolled her eyes before walking over to Odell and Kierra.
Just as she guessed, Kierra was all dressed up. She was in a white two piece outfit with nude Louboutins. Who got that dressed up to go to a football game? Someone who was insecure about her position in her man's life. Kierra was probably trying to stunt on all of Odell's groupies but it wasn't working. The outfit didn't flatter her body at all and her leave out was a mess. Even Demi knew how to blend her weave better than she did. She couldn't believe Odell would have his girlfriend walking around like that. He had more than enough money to buy her a nice lacefront wig.
"Uh, hi?" Kierra said as Demi walked up to them. Odell's eyes widened but Demi simply smiled.
"Hi, I'm Demi. You are...?"
"Kierra. Odell's girlfriend." She emphasized the "girlfriend" but Demi kept the smile on her face.
"Nice to meet you. Odell has said absolutely nothing about you," Demi said as Kierra narrowed her pretty hazel eyes.
"How do you know Odell?"
"Oh, I'm friends with Sterling. We've been hanging out while he's here so I've been around the team a little bit. Hey Odell," Demi said with a three finger wave.
"Hey Demi. I didn't know you were coming today."
"Thought I'd surprise Sterling. Well, I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation. Have a nice game," Demi said, about to walk away until she glanced at Kierra's outfit again.
"Cute outfit, by the way. Totally suits you. Bye." She didn't look back until she was about to walk to the stands. Only then did she look back to see the look of shock on Odell's face.