Venus Vs Mars Pt.II

Chapter 58

"I'M GONNA f*****g KILL HER!" Massy somehow spoke calmly yet loudly all at the same time. She shook her head back and forth. "She's like the Piper Chapmen of soccer, like a little rat just squeaking her way through the locker rooms getting in people's business!"

Alex shifted in her seat, laughing while folding her arms across the headrest in front of her where Massy sat. "How'd she even find out? It was literally a coaches and captain meeting... The only people coach told were you and I..."

Massy looked up from her phone. Keeping up with the news in the United States more stories had been posted about the faults of Giants lose to the Miami Dolphins, about how Odell would act when playing Josh Norman, and where is fantasy football standings sat after one game. "There's no telling when it comes to her, she was probably standing by the conference room when they were having the meeting, she probably heard everyone's name mentioned and she took it from there... Came up with her own bullshit." Massy rolled her eyes. "She was so damn worried that she was the one getting trade or getting dropped completely."

"I know but why would she tell him that though, whatever news she THOUGHT she was delivering to him wasn't going to last. I mean come on." Alex said pulling her headphones from her head.

If Massy would have rolled her eyes one more time it was sure they'd get stuck in the back of her head, but she couldn't help it, just like Odell, the mere thought of Sophie gave her a headache, it was bad enough she was a teammate. "Because she's a b***h Alex! It's obvious she still has some sort of obsession with Odell, so anyway she can still have some type of communication to him, she's using it."

Massy looked back down at her phone. Alex went silent. "You don't think she'll really get dropped from the team if she stays a red shirt for another league season?"

Massy sighed and rested the back of her head on the window. "I doubt it. Coach will trade her before he leaves the spot open. I mean she's gotten better, she's league good, but not USA good. The only starting PT she had was because your knee was swollen that week, and the rest she's been 3, 4 minute subbing."

"As much as I find her annoying and as much as you hate her, I hate to say it but, she uses her speed just like you and Megan do, if they trade me for Megan and pick Kristie up on a free agent and Sophie starts picking her feet up, you guys can do some serious damage." Alex said leaning in closer to Massy. "And if I go to Boston with Carli, Amy, and Hope!... Who's beating us!? Leaving you sucks, but business wise you gotta admit the trade is legit." Alex finished then leaned back in her seat.

Massy frowned and chewed on the inside of her cheek. Alex was right, instead of looking at the trade as a lose she compared the abilities of each player. It was obviously Alex was someone Massy could learn from, this was why she kept her close in friendship. As much as she hated Sophie she had to admit she was good. From that point on Massy no longer looked at a trade the same. She looked out the bus window, the sun beat down on passing Palm trees, and ocean water. The only things to look at, she closed her eyes and covered her ears with the large beats headphones and leaned her head back.



Odell was very aware of the media, very aware of the pressure, or the constant need to be perfect or unstoppable, but one thing he had yet to truly figure out was the power of silence with the media. He'd spend weeks silent about a situation but then have a slip up and going on a mini Twitter rant of subtweets or giving a notion that a certain person was only popular because of him. If there was any football player Odell could learn this super power from it'd be Marshawn Lynch. He'd try his best to remain professional but he was only human and emotions had a way of getting the best of him, he was a person that wore their heart on their sleeves.

One game deep in preseason caused a loss and even though it was just preseason Odell couldn't stand to to lose the mere thought of a loss made him angry, made him stay hours after practice running drills. It was something that truly bothered in. He continued looking down at his phone screen, articles of commentators breaking down Massy's style of play along with video footage as an extra dose of entertainment. Instead of going to the locker room he decided to hideout knowing that his teammate Jonathan Casillas had something waiting for him.

"Arias is on a mission to established herself as one of the best athletes in the world. She is one of three USWNT players to ever score five goals in one international game. Her 16 National Women's Soccer League regular season goals rank second in the three-season league, she snatched a World Cup her rookie season and now she's set her eyes on gold.

She survived the 'Ring of Death' taking down New Zealand, France, and Sweden, and scored her her third Olympic goal against Columbia. There's no question that the 23 year old UCLA grad has already shown just how valuable she is to USA. The USWNT will face host country Brazil in a battle for gold in the finals..."

The articles continued, going on and on about the many players of the women's team. Odell ran his hand in his curls, his excessive sweating caused his hair to be wet at the root. Anything that took his mind off of losing games he was all for it, and anything involving Massy was the quickest way he'd get over it.

He quietly pushed open the doors of the Giants locker room, he halfway stepped in and looked around. "Aye D! D!" He whispered. Dominique's locker was the closest to the door. He looked over confused then smiled when he saw it was Odell standing with half his body mushed between the two half open doors.

"WHAT UP O!?" He yelled out purposely knowing why Odell was doing his best to not be noticed.

Odell frowned pressing his index finger to his mouth. "Come on man, chill! Shhh!" Odell looked around the room again as best as he could considering the angle he was in. "Jon come in here yet? He in here?"

Dominique laughed again and also looked around the room, he turned back to Odell and smiled. "Nah, he ain't in here yet. Man what is you doin!? Get from in between the door!" He said laughing.

"Man! Shhhhh!" He said again then slipped the rest of his body through the door.

He took the long way around the room instead of cutting through knowing he'd have to pass by Casillas's locker. He slowed his pace doing his best to be inconspicuous, as if he didn't have bleached blonde curly hair and spent the majority of his time dancing his way through the Diagnostics Center. "Where ODB at!?" Casillas's voice rang through the locker room. Odell closed his eyes and threw his head back in defeat, he was inches from his locker and only needed to grab his car keys and bag and he would of been safe for the rest of the day. "OH ODEEEELLLL! OLD DIRTY BECKHAM! BING THAT ASS HERE BOY!" His voice grew louder as he rounded the corner to see Odell standing there with a very unamused facial expressions, his face drew blank. "Out there tryna hide!"

"Maaan, come on." Odell said smacking his lips and rolling his eyes once he got a look of the jersey held firmly in his teammates hand. The laughter in the locker room grew louder as more people began huddling around them.

"This all you baby!" He teased Odell as he held up the bright white and red Wisconsin Badgers jersey. He continued standing there with a frown. Casillas smiled at Odell then looked back at the jersey. "I wanted to make this real special for you, so I got you that good ol number 2, cuz I know that's ya girls number and I know how much she means to you so you know this a real special jersey you about to be rocking. ALL. DAY!" He handed Odell the jersey with a smile.

"Why you bring my girl into this? She ain't do nothing to deserve this torture." Odell mumbled with a frown, rolling his eyes he pulled his Giants shirt off then pulled the jersey over his head.

"Aaawwww look at yooouuuu! With your Wisconsin Badgers jersey!" He teased him harder and louder as the laughs from his teammates poured in. Casillas pulled out a roll of white athletic tape. "You know since we all Nike, we gone go ahead and cover this up. So you can freely walk around in your WISCONSIN JERSEY!" He said pulling a piece large enough to cover the 'Adidas' logo. He began smoothing and straightening the jersey.

"Man! Stop!" Odell said frowning and knocking his hand away.

"My bad, I was just fixing it. You know, get the wrinkles out." He said pulling his hand away.



"I look like a f*****g idiot." Odell said with a straight face. No sense of emotion at all.

Casillas smiled and patted his shoulder. "You look good!"