Unexpected (Klay Thompson/NBA)

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Chapter 1

Alexis' P.O.V.

"Alright girls! Nice work today. Make sure you all get plenty of rest for tomorrow's game," Coach said.

We all nodded and gathered our things to leave.

"Oh Parker!" Coach called out.

I turned around and raised an eyebrow. She never calls me by my last name unless it's bad or serious.

She sighed, "Come to my office. We have to talk."

I squinted my eyes in suspicion and pondered before I followed her. Whatever it is, it's obviously not good and I already feel the tension.
When we walked into her office, the president of the WNBA was there, waiting for us.

"Hey Mrs. Richie," I slowly stated.

"Good evening, Alexis. Please have a seat."

I sat down and almost immediately started bouncing my leg. I hate when people hit you with the "have a seat" line. Majority of the time, it's always some bullshit that comes behind it. Judging by the look on these two faces, I'm almost sure it's finna be some shit.

Mrs. Richie sighed and stared into the depths of my soul.

"We have some good news and some bad news," she stated.

I slowly nodded, unsure of what to say.

"The bad news is you are no longer apart of the WNBA-

I cut her off and started snapping before I knew it. They had me fucked up if they thought I was gonna sit here and calmly take this news. If they were gonna kick me out, oh you better believe I'm about to give them a legitimate reason to.

"I know you fucking lying! I'm no longer apart of the WNBA?! I've helped this team win how many championships?? I've broken brokes. I've put my blood, sweat, and tears into this league! I've made this shit my life!! You've got some fucking nerve-"

My coach cut me off,"Girl shut the hell up and let her finish. So quick to pop off and don't even know what's going on."

I glared at my coach and slowly sat back down into my seat, maintaining my intense stare towards the both of them.

"Are you done throwing your little temper tantrum?" asked Mrs. Richie.

I clenched my jaw and fist. This bitch better tread very lightly because she just don't know.

She rolled her eyes. "If you'd let me finish I was going to say, good news is Adam Silver wants you in the NBA."

I frowned. "I think y'all went a little too far with this joke," I said.

But little did I know, she wasn't joking at all.

"Am I laughing?" Mrs. Richie sarcastically asked.

I observed her and my coach's body language. They were dead ass.

"There's no need to get smart," I grumbled with my arms crossed.

"And there's no reason for you to be this unprofessional," Mrs. Richie clapped back.

I pressed my mouth together in a tight line. This lady is pushing every bit of my buttons right now.

She sighed and rubbed her face. "Look, I know it sounds silly. I promise you aren't being punk'd. Statically, it isn't fair to have you in this league. As long as you're here, none of these women will have a fair winning chance. Trust me, I thought about this long and hard. At first it was an instant no, but then I thought about how this would be a phenomenal opportunity for you. The first woman to be in NBA, imagine that in history books. It has been an absolute honor to have you here, but I have to let you go. It's the only way you'll be able to grow and reach your max potential."

I was so lost for words. I took in everything she said. It was... bittersweet. I knew I was good at what I did, but I never would've thought it would lead me here. Me in the NBA? I don't belong there. Those men would skin me alive on that court. I don't stand a chance. All I could think about is the amount of discrimination and harassment I would receive. Who would ever take me serious?

I sat there in silence for a few minutes before I spoke. "What if I fail Mrs. Richie?"

She softly smiled, "You won't. I have so much faith in you. You are gonna change women's history forever and go down as one of the best basketball players that ever did it. You'll do just fine. And if you don't like it, I can't allow you on my court but I got a coaching position waiting right here. You'll always have a spot here."

I can't give up ball right now, I'm in my prime. If joining the NBA is my only chance to keep playing, then I have no choice but to go for it.

I sigh," Okay, I'll do it."

She smirked, "That's what I like to hear. I'll call Adam and let him know you'll be seeing him tomorrow morning."

My heart dropped. I didn't know it would be so soon..

Mrs. Richie walked around her desk and handed me a plane ticket. I observed the ticket and saw that my flight was tonight.

I stared at the ticket in disbelief. "What am I gonna tell the girls?"

"I'll tell them for you. Just focus on getting yourself together," Coach said with a sad smile.

Mrs. Richie and my coach embraced me into a tight hug. "We're routing for you.."

We all pulled away and they ended up letting me go.

Onto the next chapter of my career.....

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hey guys, thanks for reading.

I just wanted to say that yes I am playing my own character and two I'm fully aware that women can't join the NBA. I just had the idea pop in my head and I thought it would be pretty cool.

So that's it.

Peace.

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Edit:
I hope you guys like the updated version 😅

Xoxo,
Lex🩷