way up • stephen curry [au]

xvii. the player

are u guys up for some serious shit hahshahsha bc i'm writing a short series

anyway.......
ok y'all, we make rash decisions when we're mad or esp when we're jealous and sometimes we tend to overlook other people's opinions other than ours bc we're hurt and we start to have trust issues, ya feel? pls donut get mad at arzaya

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Arzaya

"A!" Shay ran up to me as soon as she saw me in the hallway. She gave me a look of sympathy before pulling me for a comforting hug. "I hope you're okay."

My eyes were red and puffy after crying myself to sleep last night. Stephen did everything; he called, he texted, he went to my house and vowed to stay until I come out of my room—but I didn't. My mom insisted him to leave me alone for a while but I heard he was pushing it.

And for once, Asher defended me. Even though my little brother idolized him so much, he knew when to pick sides when I needed it the most.

"Look, I talked to Klay about it and he told me—"

I moved out of her grasp. I don't wanna talk about Stephen. "I gotta go to class."

And just like that, I left her alone and walked towards my class.

Literature.

I considered not going to class for a day because I really couldn't afford seeing Stephen but that would be a coward move.

The class were getting settled as I got in. I tried to ignore the stares I got because there was a lot going on in my head to care about it.

"Watch out, there's a snake," a girl from the front row remarked, earning snickers from our classmates.

I gritted my teeth and walked towards the back seat—the one that no one ever occupied. It was better to isolate myself than to sit behind Stephen.

Mr. Corey came just in time and as expected, Steph came inside the class too.

His eyes looked tired as he searched inside the class. I noticed a white bandage covering his right hand and I realized that his knuckles must have been busted last night.

"Zay?"

He swiftly stumbled to get to me causing the class to look at us in intrigue.

"Zay, we need to talk, please," Stephen begged as he reached me. He grabbed my hand but I quickly pulled it back. "You have to hear me out!"