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Chapter Nine//They kissed//

Chapter Nine//They kissed//

"Let's play truth or dare," Andrew said. "Okay, you get one chicken, and loser has to call the police and tell them they have been rapped," Monta said.

"Ok!" "Stephen truth or dare?" Andre asked. "Dare!" "I dare you to call your ex and tell her you want to get back together," "chicken!" Stephen said, shivering at the thought, his last girlfriend, Ayesha, was a bit abusive.

"Monta, truth or dare!" Stephen asked. "Truth!" Monta said. "Is it true that you and summer has sex this last week?" Stephen asked. "Shut up man!" He yelled, nodding his head. "Klay truth or dare?" Monta asked. "Dare!" "I dare you to yell I ate the pussy last night, to the people in the house next door," "they are like seven, no," Klay said.

"Shaun, truth or dare?" Klay asked. "Truth!" "I truthth you to jump in the pool!" Klay said. "That's a dare but what ever," he said, jumping into the pool. "Holy shit that's cold!" Shaun said, laughing. "Andre truth or dare," Shaun asked. "Dare," he grinned. "I dare you, to go to the neighbors house, and say. "Ma'am, can I have a condom?" And if she says what, you have to say "you heard me, would you like my dick with that?" Shaun said. "Lego!" Andre yelled.

The rest of the young man went on the roof, listing on the phone, because Andre was on a phone call with them.

"Ma'am can I have a condom?" He asked, holding back a chuckle. "Why of course," she said giving him a whole box. "But why?" "You heard me, would you like my dick with that?" Andre said, running with the box of condoms in his hand, away from the old women's son.

Andre ran in the room, out of breath. "That was fucking hysterical!" Stephen said, laughing. "Andrew truth or dare?" "Dare?" He questioned. "I dare you to open the door and be like "so I take it you don't want his number?" Andre said.

Andrew went to the door and after a minute, he came back. "Draymond truth or dare?" "Truth," he said. "Is it true that you might be leaving the Warriors when your contract is up?" Andrew asked, as all his fellow teammates began to worry.

"Maybe, I don't know yet," he said.

"Harrison, truth or dare?" He asked. "Dare," I dare you to go get me a racer 5," he said. "Wow man," Harrison said, standing up and going into the kitchen. "Stephen truth or dare?" He asked sitting back down.

"Dare?" He questioned. "I dare you to kiss Klay," he said. Stephen sighed, as he didn't want to call the cops, yet didn't really want to kiss Klay. "Wait!" "And you have to sit in his lap, and French kiss for three minutes!" Harrison said, looking back up from his phone. Stephen muttered something inaudible for anyone else to hear. "Oh wait, and it has to look like a movie kiss, but a real kiss!" Harrison said, adding on.

"This request is getting oddly specific, who's putting you up to it? And set my phone for 3 minutes," Stephen said.

"Know one, I just and kinda getting ideas," Harrison said, setting Steph's phone, for nine minutes, texting everyone but Klay and Stephen what he was doing.

Stephen, who was sitting India style, put his hand on the ground, placing his body into catcher position, quickly, then standing up, he sat and Klay's lap, and leaned up to klays soft, and general lips.

Stephen licked the bottom of Klay's lips asking for him. The two's tongs fought for dominance, as Klay finally won.

The nine minute kiss end, as Stephen got out of Klays lap and went back to his spot, silently.

Stephen's phone light up.

Harrison and Monta- "your welcome!"
Stephen-"who else knows?" He asked, whipping a tear falling from his eye.
The whole team texted him-"everyone but Klay,"

Stephen was stab, not only in the back, by his fellow teammate Monta, but in the heart, as Monta was like a brother to him.

Stephen got up, grabbed his jacket, and left.

As Stephen got into the car, Draymond and Monta followed, not far behind.

"I'm sorry man, I didn't think it would affect you this way," Monta said. "Just leave me alone," Stephen said, driving off.

"I trusted someone, with my biggest secret, that not anyone in my family even knew about, and he tells a fucking thirtieth of the fucking NBA," Stephen said.

Tears fell from his eyes, his eye sight blurred, "Goodbye life," he said, as his head shot into the airbag of the steering wheel.

"Goodbye life," he repeated, "Goodbye," he said right as he blacking out.