His Attention | Steph Curry ✔️

five

I woke up the next morning with my eyes burning. Not from the sun tho, from crying the night prior. My face was tear stained and I looked a mess. I checked my phone finally, seeing that Stephen called me 36 times in a row last night, and left me 12 voice messages, with 24 text messages. I ignored them all, heading over to Paris's texts.

Paris 💞: Zaya, please answer Stephen, he really needs to talk to you

Paris 💞: please, zay, it was all a misunderstanding

I furrowed my brows at the last text, but ignored hers as well. I walked out to the bathroom, noticing I was still in my clothes from yesterday, meaning I was probably gross and I needed a shower, so I quickly hopped in.

After the shower I got out and got dressed in my room, before walking downstairs to get something to eat. Again, nobody was home, and I was confused on where everyone was, but then again I didn't really care. I made myself some a bowl of cereal before sitting down and scrolling through my social medias. I had school and I really wasn't looking forward to it. I was wearing this ↓

(Ignore the guy in the back lmao)

I quickly ate and realized my car wasn't in the driveway. Dammit, my parents must've took it. Where the fuck are they anyway?

I had to catch the bus, so I put my dishes away and grabbed my school bag from the bottom of the stairs and I ran outside of the house, locking the front door on the way out. I put the key in my my bag as I walked down the street to the bus stop. I hated the bus but I didn't really feel the need to call Paris.

I got on the bus a looked around, not much people took the bus in the mornings, it was the afternoons that everyone liked to ride home on the bus.

I sat in the back and put in a pair of headphones I found in my bag, listening to some Chase Atlantic and The Neighbourhood as I watched out the window. We finally arrived at school and my stomach felt like it got tied up in knots. I didn't want to go in there, especially to see Stephen, or even Brandi.

I put my headphones away and shoved my phone into my hoodie pocket, walking off the bus. I slowly walked into the school, my bag hanging loosely on my right shoulder. I gulped as I saw my locker, not a soul around it. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth as I got to my locker, leaving me at peace to get my stuff for my two classes I had this morning. I got my Spanish and social studies books and crammed them into my bag, pushing my hair back so I could see what I was doing. As soon as I books into my bag and i zippered it up, i was grabbed by the shoulders by a pair of big hands. I turned around to be faced with.. Klay.

"Hey, Zay," he spoke with a smile. I gave a small one back, as he frightened me.

"Hey, you frightened the shit out of me," i chuckled as I looked down.

"Uh, how are you?" He asked as I saw Paris run up behind him. I never got to answer him before Paris cutting in.

  "Arzaya! Are you okay? Listen, I really know you're mad at Stephen but please talk to him. He's not really-" she was cut off by the sound of the bell ringing, pushing people to go to their classes, pushing and pulling through the now crowded hallways. I couldn't hear what she was saying over all of the crowd so I just pointed to my ears as to say 'I can't hear' and then shrugged as I walked away to Spanish. I didn't have Paris or Klay in this class, but I did have it with Stephen, which was a nightmare. We had tables in this class so it wasn't desks like every other one, it was actually tables. And of course, my table included, Draymond Green, this random girl named Charlie Diaz, D'Angelo Russell, Brandi of course, and Stephen. I took a seat next to D'Angelo and I caught a stare from him. He's always thought I was hot but he never said anything to me before.