Thirty||w.s.c

One

"Dakota!" my best friend Klay yells while laughing. "Pass the ball!"

Chuckling, I pass the ball towards his chest, and catching it, he shoots it to make a three.

Klay and I were shooting around at my basketball hoop in the driveway of my house before his game tonight.

"And he scores!" I cheer. "Yess."

Klay laughs and bounces the ball back to me. "Let me see you make a three, Kota. I bet you ten dollars you can't make it."

I roll my eyes and back up to the three point line. I shoot the ball with my left hand, since I'm a lefty, and...

Swish.

"Ohh you owe me ten!" I laugh, and right then, Klay gets a phone call.

"Hello?"

I dribble the basketball through my legs while he's talking.

"Steph, what do you want?"

I roll my eyes at the mention of his name.

Stephen curry everyone.

I haven't officially met the guy, but from what I see on tv and what Klay says about him doesn't make it seem like he's a very...humble guy.

He seems to be very full of himself, and that bothers me. It's like he actually knows how good looking and talented he really is.

Oh wait. He does know that.

But I haven't met the guy so I shouldn't judge.

"No man, I'm with Dakota." Klay says. "I can't. Not yet."

Steph says something to him that makes Klay flush red, and shake his head vigorously . "No!"

That makes me raise an eyebrow.

He gives me a "don't mind me." Look, and carries on with his conversation, while I shoot around the perimeter.

One of the shots hit the back of the rim, and fell to hit Klay in the head.

I cover a hand over my mouth to restrain my laughing. "Sorry."

Klay glares. "No you're not." He says, and walks off of my driveway, phone in hand.

I sigh and practice some layups until he came back from his phone call and took the basketball out of my hands. "Kota, I gotta go. Are you sure you don't want to come? The guys want to meet you."

"You mean Curry wants to meet me."

Klay waves a hand. "Pfft. No." He says sarcastically.

I roll my eyes for the thousandth time, "sure. Okay. Well..." I think.

Maybe if I go, and meet him, he won't be as bad as I thought.

I sigh, accepting the challenge. "I'll go."

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The oracle was obnoxiously loud when the tip off had started.

I watched behind the home bench when Andrew Bogut, the center at seven ft tall, tipped the ball right to Klay, who passed it off to steph curry.

Steph took the ball down the court leisurely, and tossed it to Harrison Barnes for a three.

Harrison made it, obviously, and they all ran back for defense.

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It was nearing the end of the game, the warriors down by two against the grizzlies, with ten seconds left.