Venus Vs Mars Pt.II

Chapter 17

Massy remained quiet, a pair of beasts headphones over her ear as she mentally prepared to take on Sweden. She remained out of touch with the social media side of the world. The team trainer wrapped plastic around the still raw turf burns to prevent any further injury and pulled her long Nike sock over it keeping it in place. Philadelphia had a much warmer welcome, not a single chance of rain threatened to stop their Friendly match between Columbia. The women run up the steps of Talen Energy Stadium for their pregame warm up.

Odell slowly made his way into the entrance of the stadium, staying clear of as many groups of fans as he could, his childhood friend Chris on one side and Mari on the other. Fans waved and tried their best at getting whatever footage and photos of him as he walked past. Massy stood on the field in mid conversation with a trainer. Odell leaned over the railing looking over the view of the wide field. Allowing her to speak just a bit longer before he'd call out for her attention.

Odell whistled as he leaned over the railing. Massy turned her head and smiled. "What are you doing here!?" She yelled pointing at him and jogging the short distance between them. Fans in the stands couldn't resist the chance to view two high profile athletes interact with one another in public. Massy pulled braced herself on the railing and pushed herself up. Odell grabbed her arms in support making sure she had no chance of falling. She quickly pressed her lips to his and pulled away in excitement. "I didn't know you were coming! He Chris!" Massy leaned over and pressed her cheek to her sister then to Chris's.

"It was a surprise, I can't be out here telling you all my moves!" Odell said with a sly smile. As he watched Massy pull her sister into a hug and continue to cling to one another. Their sisterly bond would have you thinking the two never fought, the way they clung to one another you'd think they hadn't seen one another in years instead of weeks.

Massy carful dropped her body to the ground and looked up laughing. "Whatever!" She took a step back and checked the empty space to the right of Odell. "Where's your side chick!? You didn't bring her!?" Massy teased him with a smile.

Odell widened his eyes but quickly smiled, he couldn't help not too, the fact that Massy wasn't threatened by the images floating around the internet, nor was she threatened by the made up stories from websites. Odell was attracted to her confidence all over again, as if he never lost his attraction. But it was just something about her teasing him about it instead of questioning him. She understood.

"You missed her! She left 20 minutes ago!" Odell teased her back with a matching smile as he tossed a thumb over his shoulder in the direction behind him.

"Oh how convenient!" She replied laughing and jogging backwards winking at him. Odell winked back at her with a wide smile watching her turn around and jog across the field.

Massy and Alex's pregame handshake ritual proved to be a good luck charm for Team USA as they tore through and apart Columbia's defense. Colombia found themselves losing defensive shape as they struggled to deal with the pace and movement of US.

It began with Massy in the 27th minute when the ball found its way into open space, ready to pounce. Knowing she doesn't miss from corner locations, she buried the first goal. The 32nd minute, the US scored again. This was another defensive letdown from Colombia, who failed to put any pressure on captain Carli Lloyd as she rose in front of goal. Just one minute later the third goal poured in, off another beautiful move from Alex to Massy.

It was only a few more minutes later that US got its fourth goal. The lack of communication on the field left every Columbian player confused. Halftime brought two substitutions. This change was interesting altering the style of the US attack, three more goals into the second half Columbia had faced a blistering 7-0 deficit, with five minutes left to play there was no coming back. The match proved just how good the USWNT could be, when everything was clicking and falling into place. 

A night out in celebration of a dominating match brought the usual crowed. The same woman that would most likely get Odell in trouble and the same paparazzi that couldn't wait to catch photographic evidence of the trouble. But this time it was different. Popular rapper Future preformed on the large stage as fans and fellow artists filled the Philly night club.

It didn't matter that Odell stood directly behind Massy, his heavy arms wrapped around her shoulders, resting his chin on the top of her head. He was pressed in between the wall and her body, but it didn't stop the eyes from watching the both of them. Time eventually pulled Massy from him to her sister as the both of them began a storm of selfies and videos of them rapping and dancing along with the songs. Massy still eyed the ability of women who slithered their way into the open section that catered to Odell. Using his friends to get closer to him.

She had no reason to continue to stand by his side as if she was a babysitter. He minded his business and showcased his dance moves like any other time when he was out partying.

Mingling with fellow athletes and artists was a norm. The back rooms of the large club popped with conversation as music muffled through the walls. Massy's conversation between her sister and a random woman that she assumed was a wife of a crew member, judging by the rock on the woman's ring finger she had to be holding somebody down throughout the industry was quickly cut short as she stood up as if she was catching and open pass from Alex her speed put her in front of Odell just as a manicured hand wrapped around his neck getting his attention to pull him into a hug.

"No ma'ma! Not my man! Not tonight!" Massy yelled over the music as she recognized the woman from the same photos that had been plastered on the internet days before. Playfully referring to the woman as his mistress. Massy closed her eyes pressing her lips together and shaking her head as if she had made up her mind about something. "Not tonight! You was cute the first time, but that was one night only, you take, you and that tight ass dress back that way!" Massy said changing the direction of her finger pointing it ahead of her.

Massy's actions left Odell and the girl wide eyed. Massy didn't necessarily fit the stereotype of a female that was "about that life" as the kids would say today. Mari however knew all to well of this Massy when she was pushed there. The "Brooklyn" had truly never left Massy. Odell wrapped his arms around her waist as she closed in on the other woman. The girl frowned then covered her it with a smile. Playing to her innocence as if a simple hug wasn't a big deal.

"Honey, sweetie. It's a hug. It's really not that serious boo." She said c*****g her head edging Massy on.

"Girl! You don't know him! You do not know him!" Massy's finger pointed back at Odell almost poking him in the eye. "This is not the mall! You didn't just run into one of your friends! Girl, you know OF him! If you want a hug, I will give you a hug! You not gone Philly side step yo happy ass through this backstage of niggas to get to mine! Not tonight! No. Ma'am !" Massy continued with a serious face, she remained calm as she spoke to the woman, her voice slightly raised for dramatics.

Odell began laughing, yet trying to hold his laugh in as he buried his face in the side of Massy's neck telling her to calm down and not make any bigger of a scene. "You don't know who I know. Nor do you know me to come at me the way you are!" The woman said back to Massy.

Mari began to inch her way closer to Massy's side. Odell felt Mari brush against him, he looked over seeing the focus in her eyes and scowl on her face. His arm went out and caught Mari at her stomach he put his strength against it holding her back. Odell pleading with Massy to stop went in one ear and out the other. "But what I DO know is. Girl, you will see the plains of Africa from me beating your ass before you hug my man. Again!" Massy's humor in her comments and the seriousness of her face was the only reason Odell couldn't get himself together. Security slowly pushed through lightly grabbing the woman and pulling at her telling her she had to leave.

"Massy, stop." Odell said trying his hardest to look serious.

"The nerve. I about slide tackled her ass! Don't nobody know her like that!" Massy continued, frowning and still disregarding Odell begging her to stop.

"I know we don't. But stop, Ace stop."

Odell began following his friends through the back doors. Massy's hand in his. She reached back to grab Mari's hand but continued her rambling. "Turf burns and all. I will give her a hug!"

Odell's head went back. "Massy. Shut up." He begged her again through his laughter.