Distrust//Kyle Kuzma

F O U R

Alivia's POV

"So, am I going to meet your new boyfriend tonight?" Mili asked while we were getting ready for the Lakers game tonight.

"He's not my boyfriend." I said as I picked up my phone to text Zo and Kyle.

"You're texting him right now aren't you?" She looked at me knowing exactly what I was doing.

"No." I tried to hold back my laugh.

"Yes you are." She started laughing with me.

Alivia😝: Good luck tonight. No matter how much we fight and make fun of each other I will always be here to support you. Disregard the people that want to see you fail and show them that you deserve to be a Laker.

Zo🏀: Thanks Liv. I am so lucky to have you as a best friend. I'll see you tonight.

Alivia😝: I'm lucky to have you too. I'll be courtside.

***

Alivia Rooney: Good luck tonight. I know you'll do great.

Kyle Kuzma: Thanks Liv. I'll see you at the game. I think you, me, Zo, his girl, Camila, and B.I. are going to dinner afterward.

Alivia Rooney: awesome. I'll see you then

"Aww, at least he's sweet." She smiled as she read the texts.

I giggled and continued doing my makeup. After I did my makeup Mili and I walked into my huge closet to pick out our outfits. After trying multiple choices I finally settled for this.

Mili got dressed in this outfit.

"We look so good." Mili said as I slipped on my Nike Air Force 1s.

"Yeah we do." I smiled as I grabbed my Gucci purse and keys.

We took a few mirror selfies before walking out to Mili's Porsche. We got in and I decided to DJ while she drove us to the Staples Center. We rapped to Nicki Minaj, Lil Yachty, and Migos as we drove. After many songs, we finally made it to the huge building. We had to go through security where they checked us to make sure we had the right tickets. They made us park in the parking lot by the players' cars. We pulled up beside this other Porche that was black with red wheels.

"Let's go meet your boyfriend." Mili laughed before stepping out of the car.

"You're an ass, you know that?" I laughed as we walked to the stadium.

We walked past multiple reports asking us questions. Some questions were reasonable but others like am I dating Zo were stupid. We kept walking not paying attention to the press. We walked in and a bouncer escorted us to our courtside seats. We were seated across the court from the Lakers bench. Mili and I took a few pictures together before the Lakers jogged out onto the court. I smiled as I saw Zo start to shoot around.

"Which number is your guy." Mili snickered and whispered into my ear.

"Number 0." I rolled my eyes at her.

"Oh dang he's a cutie and he's tall." She smirked at me.

"Yeah, me, you, him, Zo, Denise, and B.I. are going to dinner after the game." I said as I watched Kuz shoot a perfect three.

"Does Zo really have to bring her?" She asked obviously annoyed.

"I guess so." I shrugged and continued to watch the boys warm.

Kuz went in for a reverse layup and made it look easy. He turned and smiled when he saw me. I instantly blushed. What the hell? I don't blush. Soon the boys finished their warmups and got ready to face their cross-town rivals the Clippers. Soon after the finished their warm-ups the game started. The whole game the Lakers trailed the Clippers by a couple of points. Zo started for the Lakers while Kuz was on the bench. Throughout the game, I noticed Zo was not playing like he usually does. I didn't know what it was but he was lacking so much aggression. Mili smacked my leg when Kuz came off the bench and Zo sat down.

"What's up with Zo?" Mili whispered in my ear.

"I have no idea." I told her back.

I looked over to the bench to see him looking at me.

"You need to get your head in the game." I mouthed to him.

"I know." He mouthed back.

I continued to watch Kuz play. He had a really pretty hook shot at the free throw line. After a couple of minutes, they put Zo back in. He was dribbling up to the Clipper that was defending him when he suddenly fell on his butt and got a turnover.

"Come on Zo get up." I called to him I could tell he was not happy with himself.

The whole game Patrick Beverly was attacking Zo from every angle. I could tell it was killing Zo's confidence and his pride.

***

The Lakers lost by 16 points. I gave Zo a weak smile as he walked off the court. LaVar is going to tear him piece from piece. Mili and I stood up and walked to the room where the ball family was waiting for Zo. I smiled and told everyone hello. I kissed Tina on the cheek. She's like a mother to me. I cried for days when she had her stroke. We waited for a while until Zo walked into the room. Zo's eyes met mine until LaVar pulled him aside.

"Hey." I familiar voice made me look up from my phone.

"Hey. You did great tonight." I smiled when I saw Kuz towering over me because he is so tall.

"Thanks, Zo is kinda messed up over tonight." He sighed as he looked over to Zo and LaVar. Zo had his head hung low as LaVar told him something.

"Do you guys still want to go to dinner?" I asked as I looked up at him.

"I wouldn't mind. I'm starving, B.I. probably is too." He spoke as I saw Zo walk away from LaVar.

"If Zo is up for it I'm cool with it." I smiled.

We talked for a little longer. I introduced Kuz to Mili before Zo walked up to us.

"Hey guys." He gave me a weak smile as he hugged me.

"Hey, are you and Denise still up for dinner?" I asked giving him a small smile.

"Sure, I'm starving." He smirked as he looked at Kuz and me.

"Let's go then." I smiled at them.

We walked out of the Staples Center and to our car. Turns out that the Porsche that Mili and I parked by is Kyle's. We drove to the Garage and all walked in as a big group. Denise gave me the worst look as Mili and I sat beside her. I sat across from Kuz, who kept stealing looks at me. We ordered our drinks after we were seated. We all talked about everything but the game. After our waitress brought us our drinks we ordered our food. We continued to talk until our food was ready. I dug into the burger I got. We finished our food and were talking when I felt my phone buzz.

Kyle Kuzma: Wanna get out of here. I wanna talk to you alone.