Steph Curry & Bronny James~ Fanfic

Part 7

When you pushed Dior in the pool, he obviously started to sink so you went in immediately and helped him to the side. He was willing to try a different way. After a lot of trust and patience, Dior figured it out. Before you knew it, he was swimming above and below water. "She got skills!" LeBron said laughing. After a few minutes, everyone was in the pool swimming, playing, splashing, and having fun. "Hey Clay. Can you go grab the steak off the counter so I can put it on the grill?" "Sure thing." You got out the pool, still in your bikini, and went to the kitchen to grab the steaks. You heard someone behind you and when you turned around it was Zaire. "Wassup Z?" He followed you to the kitchen and then replied. "So. Bronny wants me to get your number for him." You just laughed and typed it in who you assume is Bronny's phone. "Thanks b. Need help?" "Ummm. I might. Can you grab that plate?" "Yeah, I gotchu!" Zaire ran around the island but when he turned, he fell. You started laughing and Sky came rushing in. "WHAT HAP-" when he saw Zaire on the ground he started laughing too. "This nigga-" (I'm mixed. Chill😂!) Zaire couldn't help but laugh himself.

About 45 minutes later, the food was done and everyone went to get dressed as the table was being set by Katie, the maid. Once you were done, you headed downstairs where Steph stopped you. "Can we talk?" "Yeah. Wassup?" He pulled you into the closest room and shut the door. "Why did you give Bronny your number?" "Wait- who- how?" "Katie told me. I told you to stay away from him." "Why are you suddenly so involved in what I do?!" "Because you're my daughter Clay!" "YOU WEREN'T SAYING THAT WHEN I WAS ON THE EAST COAST LIVING WITH MY COUSIN BECAUSE WE COULDN'T GET YOU ON THE PHONE!" "Clay-" "No! You don't get to just come in my life and try to control it. You should've left me in NC with Kendrick and Adrian. I knew people there and I didn't get told who I could and couldn't talk to." With that, you opened the door and stormed out. "Clay!" Steph yelled your name. This time more sympathetic like. But you kept going. "Leave me alone!" You went to your room, slammed and locked the door, lied down, and cried.