Euphoria • jordan poole

number one supporter

literally wrote this out of impulse

It seems like no matter what you do, it's never enough for some people. They always suspect you to go past your limits when you simply can't handle that mentally.

Y/N's sighed as she cut off her tv after watching that tough loss from Golden State. She wasn't even watching the game after the first quarter. Her eyes mainly focused on her boyfriend's body language. He didn't look like her happy and goofy boy that she's use to. The post season hasn't been going to well for him, but she never seen him be this physically down and during a game at that.

Releasing another sigh she pulls the covers back on their shared bed and closes her eyes to get that game out of her head.

A few hours have passed by know and Y/N was sound asleep. Meanwhile just three hundred eighty one miles south, Jordan was wide awake staring at the ceiling in his hotel room. No matter what he did he just couldn't go to sleep. Tonight's game was weighing on him pretty heavy...shit the whole season has felt like a fifty pound boulder is resting on his shoulders. Turning over he sees Dontae is sound asleep and wouldn't be no good at giving advice right now.

Jordan noticed that his phone is dead and doesn't remember where he placed his charger at. He for sure wasn't going to look for it in the dark for the sake of his teammate's sleep. Throwing on shorts and a hoodie he grabs his wallet making his way out of the hotel room.

On the way here he noticed there was a cute little diner across the street and that they still had a working pay phone.

Quickly crossing the street he entered the phone booth and closes the door behind him. Jordan thanked god that there was a bench because standing in that small space was not the move. The buttons sound off as he begins dialing one of the phone numbers he knew by heart.

Back in Oakland, California Y/N jolts up from her sleep due to how loud her ringer was. Without looking at the number she presses the answer button.

"Hello."

"Hello you are receiving a collect call from Jordan Poole", the operator speaks and Jordan's voice follows as he said said his name.

"Collect call??? Bitch we are in twenty twenty three, but I accept."

The phone rings for a little bit and she hears the line get connected.

"Hey baby."

"What's wrong papa?"

Jordan hangs his head low trying his best to fight off the tears that we're trying to make their appearance.

"It's just so hard and I don't know what I need to do to fix it", he sniffles.

Hearing her boyfriend cry got her full attention causing her to rest her back against the headboard.

"Awwww baby everything is going to be ok don't be too hard on yourself please."

It was breaking Y/N to hear her man crumble under the pressure. The fans have been so cruel to him and her lately she had to delete Twitter off of her phone and turn the comments off under her pictures. At first it was chill until somebody said, "maybe you should tell Draymond to knock him out again", and that's where she drew the line.