morgan ➸ stephen curry

7

Morgan

Wardell was acting strange again today, it was like he didn't want to talk to today. Usually, he'll come and bug me at lunch but he didn't do it at all.

I was walking towards my locker since it was the end of the school day already. I heard a loud slam on the lockers and immediately my eyes averted to the noise. I thought it was a fight, but it wasn't, it was just Wardell eating someone's face out.

I cringed my face and continued to get my bag. I wrapped it around my body and walked towards the gym. I was meeting up with Taylor and Emma on the court to play basketball. Wardell and I's bungee jumping thing didn't start to seven and it was barely three.

"Ay," Klay bumped into me.

"Hey," I have him a small smile.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Stephen make you mad?"

"What, no." I replied. I could care less about the kid.

"You sure? You look tired or exhausted."

"Well I am-"

"Because of Stephen?" He asked and opened the gym doors for me.

"Why is everything about Stephen?" I asked a little irritated.

He shrugged, "He was talking about you the other day."

"Cool."

"Morgan," he groaned and pulled my arm so I could face him, "He knows he gives you a hard time sometimes but he's trying to be better okay? I know it might not seem like it but he really is trying."

"Really? So what was he talking about with Mr. Arruzo in the morning? I know you heard everything, Klay."

He looked down and hesitated, "He was talking about how you could get a new partner and it seemed like Stephen was going to say yes but he didn't-"

"Why didn't he?"

"I don't know, maybe he wanted to be your partner still."

I rolled my eyes, "I feel like he's not even going to show up tonight, probably going to be fucking that girl later on."

I thought Wardell was actually starting to be nice to me, but I was wrong - again. He still is a big ass shit head.

I heard Klay sigh as I was about to open the locker room door, "Steph is an ass sometimes but he comes around, Mor."

I slowly shook my head and went inside. Emma and Taylor were already in there, Emma was the only one dressed.

"Morgan, you broke the little boy's heart," Taylor screeched.

"Who?" I huffed.

"Stephen's."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "That boy sucks dick."

She started laughing but then spoke up again, "He chased me down the hallway asking where you were. He seemed upset when I said I didn't know where you were."

I rolled my eyes and set my duffle bag down. I pulled out my compression shirt and some shorts. He's so confusing, one day he calls me beautiful and the next he doesn't even talk to me. But I mean, him calling me beautiful, I shouldn't think too hard about that. He calls every chick that.

"I think Steph might like you," Emma said.

"That's bullshit, if he did, he wouldn't be making out with other girls."