Unconditionally (Stephen Curry & Klay Thompson)

Chapter 22

*Stephen*

“Stephen?” I hear her angelic voice; I have to stop myself from crying. I decided to call her, but blocking my number. I want to say so many things to her. How I’m sorry for not letting her explain herself, I want to say how I these past 2 months have been a living hell for me. How I miss having her in my arms and making love to her. I shut my eyes, stopping the tears from running down my face, only one manages to escape. “Steph I know it’s you, please talk to me. I miss you” I want to say something, but I can’t. “Steph look I’m sorry for whatever I did, could you just let me explain myself? I love you” I couldn’t continue this any longer, I hang up, throwing my phone across the room, punching the wall next to me.

“Stephen you need to chill man” I see Harrison standing at my kitchen.

“What do you want?” After I broke up with Bri, Harrison hasn’t talked to me; she’s a sister to him. He sees her ofter, because I heard him talking to David and Andre about her.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry, I know this is between you and Bri, but you have to talk to her man. She’s bad, she lost weight, she’s got bags under her eyes, she doesn’t smile anymore. Steph she looks bad. I try to make her eat but she only eats a little.” He looks at me with worried eyes. Neither mom, Sydel, Seth, Klay, Celina, or Ayesha have said this to me.

“Well that’s the guilt” I look away. I know she was saying the truth; I just can’t go to her this moment because I know she hates me for not believing her.

“You’re really sayin’ that Steph? I know you know she is saying the truth. You’re a grown man, accept your fault and make this right. Cus if you don’t appreciate her, someone else will.” With that he walks away. I just stand there. His words repeating over and over in my head “if you don’t appreciate her, someone else will” my phone vibrates hoping it would be Bri, but it’s not. It’s a text from Kevin Durant saying he’s in the bay and he wants to have a small get together tonight at 6 at the Half Moon Bay restaurant/venue (I made this up, there is a city named Half Moon Bay, I’ve been there it’s beautiful but idk if there is a place like that). I reply I’ll see him there and just lay there. Its 4 so I have some time to chill

*Bri*

“So you’re here in San Francisco?” I ask my friend Nicky for the millionth time

“Yes! So you and Celina better be there, Tayler and Tori are going to be there too. Along with some friends of Kevin” see back in high school/ college when all 5 of us lived in the same state, and before we transferred from the University of Oregon to a different University, Nicky, Celina, TayTay, Tori, and I were inseparable. We wanted to be like the Pussy Cat Dolls, grow up, be famous, have extremely hot boyfriends, have the most adorable babies and live in the same neighborhood. See Nicky was from Houston, Texas; her dad got a job as the basketball coach for the Oregon Ducks basketball team. Celina I knew from a while back, we both are Mexican’s and I had family in Cali so we meet at the Half Moon Beach. We kept in contact and became extremely best friends. Tayler (a girl) is from Seattle, and her older brother played soccer in Oregon so she followed the tradition and came to U of O. Tori is from Minnesota and Oregon had a good program in her field so she came. Nicky and I went to high school together, and then to college. After my freshman year I transferred to Cali and here I am.  By the way Nicky is dating the one and only Kevin Durant.

“Okay we’ll be there” we say our good-byes and hang up. I look at Celi who was super excited to see the girls again, it’s been years since we’ve all been together.

“I can’t believe it. We’re all getting together again!! Okay which reminds me I have to go home and change. So I’ll see you there.” She gives me a hug and leaves. When people come over is the only time where I have to keep myself together, well not with Seth, he’s seen my worst. I go look for some cloths and hop in the shower. I try to prevent myself from crying but I can’t, like this hole in my chest keeps getting bigger by the second. As much as I try to keep it from growing any bigger, I can’t. I get out, and see my reflection. I look like shit. I lost weight; I have bags under my eyes. Not a good image. I dry myself up, put a simple peach color laced summer dress with matching sandals. I let my hair into its natural waves. I put some makeup to cover my bags, add some mascara and some chap stick. See I never wear makeup, but it comes in handy in times like this. I finish up and go to the door where someone was knocking it like crazy.