I REFUSE •Stephen Curry•

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{A/N} This is Marcus you will know who he is later in the story ;))) {sorry for such a long time before updating but don't worry this is a long chapter longest in the book :))) }

A A L I Y A H

The next morning was like a refreshing taste in my mouth. I had come to terms with things I was continuously battling with myself about. I was finally feeling ok to the point where I knew I needed to respect myself more. Today I am going to Klay's games. He had left for practice he offered to take me but I declined. Not because of Steph but because I needed to handle a few thing. I got my computer and went house venturing. This was the first step to pushing myself away from a bad situation. No matter how much i try to deny it, Klay was too connected to me and Steph's situation and I didn't want that at the moment. I finally find a house that looks decent and schedule for a meeting tomorrow. I shut my computer. Looking at the time, I didn't realise I had spent so long looking online.

"What am I gonna wear?" I mutter to myself going to my closet I get my number 11 jersey Klay got for me because I remember he said and I quote "it is necessary because we both know I'm your favorite." A smile makes its way on my face. I grab a pair of skinny jeans and some sandals. The keys lay on the counter near my purse. Grabbing both I head to the car and make my way to the arena. The parking lot was littered with cars. My face in awe I've never been here except nothing more than the practice. A long line curved around the circular building. The different jerseys covering the different individuals bodies. Most of them of Steph's but I choose to ignore that and look at a few that has Klay's name on them. I enter the the double doors when I hear crying.

"Please please believe us someone stole our tickets. It was him over there." The small boy sobs his curly brown hair pushed in his face. Tears ran down his cheeks as more set in. His hand pointed in the direction of a taller boy with red hair and freckles covering his face. A sinister grin prominent on his lips.

"I'm sorry but I can't let you in. No ticket no entry." The worker says sternly. The boy slowly turns around ready to head away from the arena.

"No it's okay he's with me." I say grabbing his shoulder spinning him around. He looks at me shocked a smile rising on his lips. The worker squints his eyes before nodding.

"Wow thank you so much I can't believe you did that for me." He rambled. I just smile.

"Whats your name little one?" I ask bending down stopping in the middle of the hall.

"Marcus but everyone calls me Marcie." He says. I nod.

"Well my name is Aaliyah and I'm gonna make sure you have the best time ever tonight." I tell him giving him a big smile.

"That's a nice name." He compliments. His green eyes sparkling. His eyes reminded me of Steph's and his skin resembled mines. If me and Steph ever had a kid he would definitely be the outcome.

"Thank you. So who's your favorite player?" I ask getting up and continuing to walk.

"Welllll," he holds the l. "I like Steph a lot but I also love Klay he's my favorite but I also like Draymond." He says holding his little fingers up as he names them.

"What if I told you that you can meet them all." I saw his eyes going wide.

"Really." I cheese widening my eyes. He jumps up and down excitement taking over his small body. Every jump his curls bouncing. I grab his hand and lead him in the locker room. Where I see Klay.

"Hey Thompson," I call he looks back. "I have someone who would like to meet you." I say hiding the boy behind me. He latches on to the back of my legs.