You Used to Love Me by Faith Evans

Odell Beckham Jr. as Himself

You as Eve Harris

'Odell Beckham is New York's most eligible bachelor. After his breakup with his high school and college sweetheart, Eve Harris, five years ago he's been on the ladder up for his career. But, what does this mean for his love life? Beckham states that he's not looking for love. How could that be when he was seen with the supermodel, Kylie Jenner, last week in Paris?'

I turned off the television and rolled my eyes. Hard. I hate Odell Beckham with a passion. He left me for dead when he got drafted and never looked back.

"Eve, we need you out here." My assistant, Marisol, said coming into my trailer.

I nodded my head before stepping out into the cold New York weather. I zipped up my jacket and went over to the black director's chair embroidered with my name.

"Scene 15, take 1. Action!" I shouted behind the camera and watched the actors say their lines.

This would be my fifth movie in the making. Currently, I was directing my second paranormal film, 'Blue Mist'.

"Cut! What the hell was that?! Take five everyone. Actors please review the damn scripts and stop laughing!" I screamed at my actors and then giggled slightly.

I tried to be a mean director but it wasn't in my bones to be mean. I gave everyone a chance to show me their talents and those who had potential, I hired them. Everyone deserves a foot in the door.

"Marisol, can we go to lunch later on?" I asked her while sipping my piping hot tea.

"Yes, ma'am. But, you have to be ready in time for the NFL documentary premiere later tonight." She replied looking at her planner.

I groaned, "Who invited me again? Why did I agree to this."

"Ava Duvernay invited you. This is her third or fourth documentary about social justice. You need to be there to support and get some press." Marisol blabbered before stopping.

She puckered her lips, "Ohh, you're nervous because Beckham is showing face."

"Huh! I-I don't know who that man is." I stuttered rubbing my forehead.

"Mhm. I'm inviting Kenya to lunch with us because you need some girl time."

Kenya was my stylist and long term best friend. She was there went everything went down between me and Odell. I sighed before pulling out my phone and checking the time. 4 am. Only 8 more hours on set before we break for the day.

****

Kenya was flipping through her sketchbook, "Girl! We gone have to dress you up for tonight! Slay on them niggas tonight."

I couldn't even focus because I was so tired. My head was laying on Marisol's shoulder and my eyes were hidden behind sunglasses.

"How am I going to be awake during this premier? God, I'm so tired." I huffed trying to force my salad down my throat.

"After this, you can have about a six-hour nap on the plane to LA before we have to get you dressed." Kenya calculated as she cut into her juicy steak.

And that's exactly what I did. I slept like a cat on my private jet all the way to Los Angeles before being bum-rushed by the paps.

"Eve! Are you shaken that you may see your ex, Odell Beckham, tonight?" One reporter asked.

I stayed quiet and the clicking of cameras surrounded me. I pushed my sunglasses further up on my face.

"It seems like Odell is excited to see you tonight after all these years! What do you have to say about his comments to Entertainment Tonight and The ShadeRoom?"

I shook my head. My bodyguard, Ibrahim, swatted them away and kept his hand on the small of my back as we made it to the Tahoe truck. Marisol and Kenya followed us to the car.

Once the door shut I sighed before taking my glasses off. The paparazzi couldn't see my face of disbelief. Odell made what comments?

"Yo, the fuck were they talking about?" I asked Kenya before grabbing my iPhone 11 and scrolling through Instagram.

TheShadeRoom posted a photo.

I clicked on the notification and it took me to their main page. An old picture of Odell and I from college appeared and I scrolled through the comments ignoring all the disrespectful comments.

obj commented: Can't wait to see her tonight. It's been a long time.

I quickly locked my phone. My hand found it's way to my chest as I felt my rapid heartbeat. My eyes watered in fear and anxiety.

"Honey, what's wrong? What did he say?" Marisol asked patting my back.

"He wants to see me. Is there any way I can avoid him tonight?"

"Look, sis. I know you don't want to see him because the break up was hard. But, that was years ago. You have to face this head-on. You never dealt with the breakup at all." Kenya said keeping it real with me.

I took some deep breaths, "I cannot believe this. I'm not ready for this. Now I won't be able to focus on some of the press interviews at the red carpet."

****
"Eve over here!" Cameramen and women shouted while steadily clicking their cameras.

I smiled at them and waved. My gown felt heavy and almost cut the circulation to my brain off. Instead of complaining to Kenya, I stuck it out. She claimed I needed to be snatched for this event.

After moving off the red carpet, Mariol directed us to our seats. I scouted the area looking for Odell. I graciously relaxed when I noticed he wasn't around at the time. I put on a smile and focused on the event.

****

"Yes, Marisol. I'll text you when I get back to the hotel. Okay, bye." I said clicking the red button on my phone and shutting the limo door.

"Long time no see, beautiful." A deep sultry voice sounded from across the jet black limo seats.

I gasped, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I came to see you. We need to talk." Odell said rubbing his beard.

"No, I don't want to talk to you! Who even let you in here?" I was on the verge of tears.

He sat back in the limo and looked out of the window, "Kenya did. This conversation is long overdue. We're going to my place."

****

After an hour of my disagreements and reasons to not go back to his place in Malibu I gave in. I watched as he unlocked the door to his bachelor pad. His hand laid on the small of my back as he leads me to his living area. I took my heels off and sat across from him on the white couch.

"You know I never meant to hurt you."

I rolled my eyes, "You know that's why I hate you. You can never own the shit you did. Take responsibility."

He looked confused, "What are you talking about?"

"Oh please. Don't act like you didn't leave me high and dry once you got drafted. I was always by your side. You told me that you didn't love me anymore and that football was more important and I-"

I sobbed after that. I couldn't even finish my sentence. There was no more room left in his heart for me. Even if I still loved him to this day. He would never love me back. I cried and cried until I felt him engulf me in a hug.

"I was young and dumb back then, Eve. I'm so sorry." He said wiping my tears.

"I guess I just have to understand that we're over. It took me years to get over you and I still haven't even if I pushed any thought of you away." I said resting my head on his shoulder.

****

A cool breeze danced on my bare skin. I stirred slightly before waking up to an empty bed. A note card sat on Odell's side of the bed. I smiled as I sat up and held the silk sheets to cover my bare chest.

Went out to get breakfast. Be back soon.

Everyone deserves second chances. And I deserve a second shot at love even if the past was rocky. We'd try to make something work. Even if he used to love me.

Authors Note:

Honestly, I don't know why I waited so long to update. So there may be another imagine coming. I just finished applying to college so that stress is gone and hopefully I can focus on writing. Vote and comment.

I have no idea where I was going with this