Chapter 19
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"How happy are you to see Cruz back on the field?!" A random question directed to Odell as he stood for another required press interview. He said nothing but smiled and placed his hands on his hips and stood there for a few minutes. The crowd laughed at his silence seeing his wide smile. That was all the answer they needed.
"I'm excited. I happy. There's nobody who wants to be out there more than him." Odell crossed his arms across his chest and licked his lips. I less tense, less annoyed, fidgety Odell stood before the press. He was calm and held a welcoming facial expressions. "At the end of the day, this is what we've been doing since we were little. Nobody wants to stop now, and I know he's got that chip on his shoulder. I'm ready to play next to him."
"Is the attention finally wearing down on you? People are wanting more of you personally. You seem as if it's becoming bothering." Odell paused for a moment and frowned. His recent run ins with the media had been plastered throughout social media.
"I remember coming into the league, there were guys like Sammy Watkins and Mike Evans, I wanted to be talked about the way they were talked about. I tell people now, 'Be careful what you ask for,' because I used to crave that, I used to want to be talked about, and people to know what I'm capable of. And now, people want to know everything. They want to know each and every detail."
It was obvious that Odell had acquired more than just male and female football fans. It wasn't just fans screaming his name in excitement with a Manning jersey in the middle of the second half of a game as he ran for a touchdown. It was the media in general. They wanted to know him, every detail, if they could follow him around for a reality show they would. Many people would say he was complaining the 'God forbid they notice me' act but at the end of the day Odell was a public figure, a very popular public figure. For him it seemed to be more about not being able to do anything in public without the media placing its attention on him. Odell could say what he'd like but even he knew it wasn't going to be dying down anytime soon.
Odell's random posting of appreciation was pretty clear. Instead of answering to any questions or comments on other women. Which was normal in Odell Beckham manner, it was very... very rare that he answered to any public story. He ignored everything. From Josh Norman hype, gay rumors, to who he was dating and wasn't dating. He said nothing. His post simple. There is no other woman. And He and Massy were doing just fine.
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"This way?" Massy shook her head no.
"Only when you bend it to the right." She told him in confirmation.
He stopped moving it back and forth and replaced the bright blue ice pack that was filled with a frozen gelatin like substance. It had been consistent two weeks that her ankle had been giving her problems after a hard workout and practice, yet it showed no sighs of swelling or bruising. Just blind pain.
"I do want you to stay off of it. Let's see what it does when it's not worked." Massy looked down watching him dry her ankle and wrap black sticky tape around it. "What do you have to do today?" He asked curious as to if she'd be standing on it.
Massy thought for a moment. "Nothing. I was going to see Odell at a signing but that was it." She paused as he began a second layer of tape. "I do have another Beats interview, but it's open to the press."
"Well you should be good by now. But call me if it gets worse after tomorrow." Massy nodded her head and frowned looking at her ankle. She began to slightly grow frustrated this wasn't the best timing for any type of injury or body problems to arise.
It didn't take long for Massy mode to shift from her injury. A police escort walked along side Massy as she made her way through the MetLife stadium tunnels. Stopping every once in a while to take a photo with random fans. The first thing she saw was Odell holding an adorable little baby sporting Giants gear from head to toe. She immediately couldn't help herself from smiling as he lifted the baby up and down making airplane noises then posing for a picture.
"What is going on with your ankle." He looked down at the black tape wrapped securely around her ankle in layers.
Massy frowned, then laughed. "I'm doing great! Thank you for asking." She said eyeing him.
The tunnel began to empty out leaving required teammates and staff, fans still stood at the edge taking as many last minute pictures as they could, socializing as security slowly and safely directed them. Odell paid no attention to Massy's sassy comment, instead he kneeled down to one knee and grabbed her ankle slightly pressing on it.
"What did you do!?" He asked again with a frown.
Massy looked down at him. "It's been bothering me for like two weeks now. So the trainer has it wrapped up. There's no swelling nor is it bruised, so we're kind of watching seeing if we can figure out what's going on."
"You're fine now though right?" Odell asked her standing up, he lightly grabbed underneath her chin pulling her face up and ran his thumb across the front of it.
"Yes, I'm fine." Her hands rested on his hips. He looked down at her for a moment searching to tell if she was lying out of kindness to keep him from worrying. She smiled assuring him she wasn't.
He leaned down and pecked her lips multiple times. This time neither him or her not caring for their surroundings, not caring that they were in a public place, being comfortable enough to show one another quick affection no matter where they were.
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