Venus Vs Mars

Chapter 2

After a successful day, one of training camp staff and players remained on the field, dipping in and out of conversation random footballs being tossed around, joking, laughter rung through the outside field as players bet each other they couldn't do this or that. With his playful banter amongst his teammates and staff and the multiple breaks he took to randomly start dancing, it was hard to not watch Odell practice, he'd go from hitting a popular dance move, to running a game worthy play, then a drill that required him to catch as many footballs with one hand in a certain amount of time, then right back into a random dance break, he'd do this all in a matter of minutes.

It wasn't that none of the other players weren't fun to watch, but even they stopped to watch him, he held attention the way a glass held water, you wanted to watch him just to see what he'd do next. It took longer than usual for the field to clear, slowly but surely players and staff disappeared into the training facility going about their business or the next thing on their list.

Massy finally making her way back into the therapy room, Leigh sitting in his office looking to be knee-deep in this seasons paperwork. She bent at the waist leaning on one of the blue cushioned medical tables, reading over the list of injuries that every player on the team suffered. Her index finger in the hole as she twirled a pair of small silver medical scissors away from her face.

"How you supposed to be preventing injuries, but you twirling scissors around like it ain't dangerous!?" A shirtless Odell asked as he stepped into the room, a pair of white Nike basketball shorts sitting low on his waist and a pair of electric blue compression tights under the shorts.

Massy looked up at Odell's face, ignoring how naked his perfectly sculpted shoulders, chest, and abs were, ignoring the deep indent to his V-cut. She grabbed the scissors mid-spin and held them in her hand.

"Odell Beckham Jr, number 13, 2014 first-round draft pick, from LSU, a torn hamstring bicep belly bicep femoris, resulting from an injury in high school you never properly recovered from." Massy kept a serious face looking at him as she ran down his stats about him from memory. "And I don't PREVENT injuries, they're going to happen, I just make sure you, PROPERLY recover from them." She said as she looked back down at the piece of paper.

"Who you been talking too!" Odell demanded leaning closer to her, his face twisted up and eyebrows frowned inward.

Massy moved her eyes looking up, but kept her head down. "It's my job to know your injuries." She looked back down at the paper.

"Mmhmm, just make sure you ain't ova there googling people." Massy could hear his Louisiana accent in certain words, she stopped herself from smiling at it before he could see it. "Massy Arias, number 2, from New York, New York, full ride to UCLA on a soccer scholarship, and a possibility to go pro for team USA within the next year." Odell leaned down on the other side of the bench becoming face to face with her. "You ain't the only one wit STATS!" He said raising an eyebrow at her.

Massy stood straight up a slight smile on her face. "See, now, I know you googled me."

"Girl, bye." He used as a comeback, rolling his eyes. "Where Leigh at!" He quickly stood up straight trying to change the subject, he looked around the room knowing if she asked to see his Google history her name would be the first thing to pop up.

She said nothing at his quick subject change but rolled her eyes at him not willing to admit he googled her. She pointed to his office, knowing he had no real reason to go in there. Odell backed up from the table towards the door. "Mmhhmm jus makin sure you knew where he was." Massy rolled her eyes again. "An put dem scissors down before you poke ya eye out." He pointed at her giving her a stern look making sure she knew to follow his orders before he walked out the room.

Massy arched an eyebrow at him, she shook her head and picked up the scissors and continued spinning them around her index finger. Trying to focus back on her reading Massy frowned to herself after her run-in with Odell, his personality was hard to shake off, catching herself randomly smiling at his accent or remembering his random dance breaks.

She stood off to the side as quarterback Eli Manning sat between Wide Receivers Victor Cruz and Odell Beckham. Watching the media throw every question they could think of at the three men. Hands holding onto records went into the air again, as Eli finished his previous question, he looked around the crowd pointing out the next reporter.

"Odell what about your torn hamstring? Can we expect you to play a full season this year?" The reporter asked looking in his direction referring to him not being able to fully participate in training camp and missing all of the preseason and the first four games of the regular season of last year, he held his recorder up to get his every word.

"As of right now, I'm 100 percent no soreness or tightness." Odell began playing in his famous tight curls that were dyed blonde. "I been training throughout the offseason, making sure I stay ready."

Massy squinted her eyes at him, he definitely knew when to be serious and when to be playful, he spoke properly when conducting interviews, his accent sneaking in here and there. Odell looked up and around the press room spotting Massy leaning against the door, his calm but emotionless facial expressions was more than telling as if he'd much rather be doing anything other than this. He kept his attention on her still hearing Eli's muffled voice in the background, he didn't smile or mouth anything to her, he didn't draw attention to her direction, he simply watched her watching him. After a few seconds of an intense staring contest, Massy broke eye contact and moved from the doorway.