Venus Vs Mars

Chapter 13

"So what's going on with Massy?" Odell's mother asked him with a smile.

Odell looked a lot like his mother, same skin complexion, same thousand-watt smile. She flew in from Louisiana for the week to help Odell get ready for the season, besides her being his manager, Odell was excited to see his mother, there was no denying that he was a momma's boy.

He almost turned into a child when Heather asked him about Massy, a boyish grin on his face as he became fidgeting with his clothing and hair, pulling on the straps of his backpack, not being able to stay still.

"Friends right now." He said picking at the skin on the back of his hand.

Heather raised an eyebrow. "Righ now? What exactly does that mean?" She asked

Odell smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"So is this a potential relationship, you two are seemingly close." She asked, trying to get more information from her son. Odell shrugged his shoulders again.

"So you don't know anything, you just know you're friends right now." She smiled at him, knowing there was something more. He shook his head up and down. "You know your dad knows her dad, they played against each other and hung out."

"I know, I met him." Odell casually said picking at the back of his hand again. 

Heather's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth open. "You met Bo!?" Heather smiled. "So I'll be attending USA Women's Soccer games in the offseason." She gave Odell a matching grin. 

"You look cute today." Odell said as he stood up straight, and began playing with his hair.

Heather began laughing. "Oh, you're going to change the subject. Ok, well thank you." She said back not pushing the subject anymore.

"You're almost as cute as me."  Odell stroked his beard as if he was admiring himself in a mirror.

All Heather could do was continue to laugh at her son's humor, she had seemed to make him a little embarrassed by bringing up Massy and his friendship that was going into more.

"Uumm, you're cute because of me!" She said back watching him walk out the kitchen with a big smile.

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Massy flipped through the tv guide, looking until she got to ESPN. Social media had already begun blowing up about the hype of her joining team USA for the up and coming season. Sports Center already doing small stories here and there, contacting her for her own short documentary. She shook her head at the negative and positive comments sports commentators had on her. Some saying there's no need for her to have this much hype, others saying she definitely deserves. The last thing she wanted was for them to comment on it, it only brought more attention and pressure to her. Team USA only selected 6 prospects every year, and she was first picked. There was nothing she could do about the amount of attention and hate she'd be getting in a couple of months. She stood next to her best friend and UCLA graduate Samantha, who was a soon to be professional athlete herself for next season's Women's USA Volleyball. Sports commentators Stephen A. Smith and Skip Bayless going back and forth on Massy's up and coming season.

"If you can't take the pressure! Then don't. Play. The. Game." Skip putting emphasis on each word, pointing his finger down on the desk.

Stephen closing his eyes and shaking his head at Skip in complete disgust of his comment.

"Hey, I think she is VERY aware of the pressure that is on her, I think she is VERY aware that this isn't a regular season, and I think she is more than capable of playing the game! This is somebody who led UCLA to a damn near undefeated season and took home the championship her senior year!" Stephen yelled across the table in Massy's defense at Skip, who was now rolling his eyes seeming to not be paying attention to what Stephen was saying.

"This is not college! This is not high school! This is the Pros, this is the big leagues, and if she doesn't bring that A-game when she steps on the field against teams like England, Brazil, Mexico, and Japan! She is going to be in trouble!" Skip spat back at Stephen defending his original statement.

Massy and Samantha both shook their heads watching them go back and forth. "They're so dramatic." Massy said sounding annoyed.

"They're worse than us women." Samantha added.

Massy's phone began to light up, text messages from friends and family coming through asking her if she's watching Sports Center, tweets and comments, sports updating their sites with the clips. Massy realized if she was going to prove the doubters and haters, she'd have to amp up her training, she knew she wouldn't be able to finish out her internship with the Giants, but at the moment she had bigger fish to fry and one of them being Skip Bayless.

Massy could feel her ego brewing up, her adrenaline began pumping as if she wanted to train at that very moment. Loving the doubt Skip was giving her, she pulled up her Twitter and leaned side to side as she let off a series of tweets.

@M_ACE_Arias: There's no fear in my eyes, where they're lookin at? Betta look on map! besides me not like ta eye fight.

@M_ACE_Arias: but if a man tests my stye, I promise he won't like my reply, boom bye bye, like Buju I'm crucial. I'm a Brooklyn gal, I may take some gettin' used to.

@M_ACE_Arias: #Warning #WeGoHard #ComeAgain #TeamUSA 

ReTweet's flooded in, as sports fans realized she tweeted lyrics from Jay-Z - Brooklyn We Go Hard. Massy took her own shots replying back at Skip about him doubting her skills and what she could offer to Team USA, assuming she was nothing more than a show pony to bring in attention. Fellow athletes that were friends of Massy, a few Giants teammates she was close to retweeted the tweets in support, as well as Odell.