way up • stephen curry [au]

i. the worst first day

Arzaya

I'm not really the type of kid who always felt nervous at her first day, but neither am I excited about it. It's senior year, for God's sake. It's about time you've already gotten used of the same people you've been with for all your days in high school.

And to be totally honest, I'm not really a popular girl in our school. I wish I can say it mattered to me, but things like that aren't exactly my goals in life. My goal is to graduate and leave the hell out of this school and probably get into Stanford for college.

But for now, I have to suffer for my last ten months in high school. And my first day not exactly going to the wire.

I walk down the hallways, seeing some of the people reuniting with their cliques. You'll hear nothing but loud chatters in every area, making it seem like they were all eager about going back to school and catching up with their friends.

Meanwhile, I look like the lone sheep, trying to avoid getting pushed at by some overly enthusiastic dudes. But as soon as I hear loud hoots behind me, I feel like a fortune teller, instinctively knowing I was gonna get bumped on.

God, I hate high school.

Ever heard of a train passing by? That's what reminds me of whenever these guys run in groups.

A heavy body collides against my scrawny figure which makes me stagger sideways and almost fall, but good enough that I manage to stay on my feet.

"Oh my god, watch where you're going!" I snap in frustration.

I turn to the muscular yet slim physique that has pushed me over and realize I'm looking at the vibrant hazel eyes of Stephen Curry.

The entire basketball team are behind him and I guess they are teasingly pushing each other off on purpose but that won't stop me from getting mad.

I look at him exasperatedly when he doesn't even bother to say sorry. Instead, he displays that annoying smirk of his. "So? You're just gonna stand there?"

"I would apologize," he says with playful eyes, "but it wasn't my fault you were getting on my way."

Before I can say anything, him and his friends are already walking away, laughing it off like the indecent people they are. Draymond Green (with his loud mouth) is even approving of Stephen's "clever remark" or so he says.

How can I not hate their clique? They make fun of everyone like the big bullies they are. Just because they're the school basketball team they act like the kings of this school, especially now that we're Seniors.

"Fucking assholes," I mutter, angrily, watching them saunter away. I feel someone pat my back once and turn to Klay Thompson, who's smiling apologetically at me. But that's it. He says nothing and went along with his nasty friends.

I realize Klay only did that because my best friend started dating him this summer and he sort of feels obligated to be nice to me or else Shay will kill him.

Where is that girl, anyway? She said she'll meet me before class.

I make my way to my locker to get the things I have to bring and leave those I don't need. After placing my bag, I check my schedule and apparently, I have literature as my first class.