Poison || Klay Thompson

Chapter 2

The weeks soon passed . . . and Malaysia found herself under the stress of preparing for lift off into college life. Boxes stacked her room as she evaluated what to take with her onto campus and what not to. She was driving herself insane, and her family. She needed to find relief from the ever ending maze that she'd created in her shared room with her sister. Luckily relief was just around the corner, or in the same house.

As she slumped on the couch, finally deciding she had enough of packing for one day. Turning on the TV set she waited about 4 minutes and she was still looking at a black screen, no cable. Slightly getting frustrated the woman tossed the remote on the carpet ground. Soon her ears heard loud and fast footsteps as her brother and sister, Isiah and Melanie rushed into the room finding her laid out on the couch.

"Malaysia, great news." Isiah beamed pulling up his older sister by her arms. "You're going to help me finish packing like good siblings?" she sarcastically cheesed looking between the two youngsters. Laughing extremely hard and unnecessarily hard.

"This is why I love you, your sense of humor is to die for." Melanie chuckled sitting down next to Malaysia. "Alright, then what is it? Because if you haven't noticed I'm busy." fixing her 'crooks' crop top that flowed above her stomach sending air on her through the hot Oakland weather.

"Well, after much saving. Plus begging from mom and dad." Melanie's voice trailed off into the heat as Isiah came into finish her sentence on point. "We wanted to do something fun with you before you left us for college, so we got all three of us Golden State tickets." he cheesed awaiting to hear his sister's excitement.

However his waiting was no use, the 19 year old squirmed her eyebrows up. Not that she wasn't grateful for her siblings caring enough to do such a thing, but she was upset. Her family didn't have money to waste on things like some basketball tickets for a game they could watch on TV. That was assuming they payed the cable bill, plus she barely knew anything of Golden State. What was their mascot anyhow? An Indian?

"Look guys, I'm really thankful but you should return the tickets. Mom and Dad could use that money toward something better. Plus I don't even know that much about this team." quickly tucking her hair behind her ear, she turned into her room. Redirecting her attention to the stack of containers she needed to put away.

In hot pursuit the two teenagers followed her plumping down on her bed. "We're not returning the tickets, mom and dad thought you'd do something like that. So they didn't even give us the receipt. C'mon Malaysia, you're not going to be in the house after this month. We won't get to hang out as much." nudging her sister's shoulder Melanie pleaded.

The college bound freshman contemplated before deciding what she wanted, her siblings meant a lot to her. They were right, though she'd still be in Oakland, she'd be far too busy between classes and studying to just drop by for some home cooking and a daily catch up with the family.

"I guess I'll go." she trailed off as her brother's voice took over. "Sweet, I knew you'd come around. We're gonna be lit." doing a small dance in the crowded room the two persistent siblings laughed. "But, only if you two help me finish all of this packing. By tonight." smirking smugly as she watched her younger bloods smiles fade down.

"Now lets get to work." she smiled hard, plopping a box into both of their hands, their was defiantly a lot of work to be done in their small home.

As the sun went down in Oakland and came back up, the bay was a buzz . . . The first NBA home game of the Golden State Warriors had finally arrived. The seats were packed as anxious fans filled the stands with painted faces, and the smell of hot dogs and soda flowing through the air.

Klay tapped his fingers alone the side of his warm up suit as the national anthem sounded, the stadium was quiet as the singer belted out the lyrics that rang through Oracle Arena. That was until his ears caught the hint of something that didn't sound like a tribute to America.

"Really Isiah? You spilled it all." looking up he turned to the side, noticing three people. Two girls and one boy. The boy was laughing as one of the girls gave him a look of death, motioning her hands toward her soaked shirt that seemed to be some brand of soda.

The boy and girl who were arguing seemed to be young, and no doubt either related or dating. The mixed man noticed he seemed to be the only one hearing the arguing coming from the court side seats.

He attempted to re-focus himself on the song that was playing, but he couldn't. He had always had a short attention span. Plus he was nosey, he looked back over to find the two no longer yelling at each other. But instead being yelled at, the two looked down as a girl stood over them. No she wasn't a girl, she was a woman.

She quietly yelled at the two, even though she was many feet away. Klay still found himself examining the woman. She was light skin, her hair was long and jet black. Assuming it was in it's natural state her curls stopped in her middle back, his eyes trailed down her body.

Licking his lower lip at the woman's curvy, fit, but short frame, she was beautiful. She sighed and leaned into her seat, before he could stare a minute longer Klay felt an aggressive tap on his back. He turned around seeing his friend, Stephen.

The young man hadn't even noticed that the anthem was over and the teams were beginning to line up in center court for tip off. "Earth to planet Thompson." Stephen shook his head chuckling at his friend, he followed his gaze that he noted to be persistent.

Stephen noticed what his friend had his eyes locked on. The woman, smirking he patted Klay's back. "That's enough window shopping for now, and try not to break your eyes while your on the court." laughing as he jogged to take his spot Stephen shook his head.

Biting his lip before looking around for his man he was set to guard, he smirked to himself. He planned to find out the woman's name before she stepped foot out of the arena. "Easy money." he chuckled as the ref tossed the ball into the air.

It was game on.