Model; Steph Curry

c h a p t e r - f i f t e e n

London

"Finals are almost over, how are we all doing?" Sobari asked, sitting with the group as we studied in the courtyard.

"What is the chemical composition of diazaphren?" Yasmine asked.

"I don't know." Justin shrugged, nose deep in his own book.

"I don't either, that's the problem." Yasmine mumbled, going back to her flash cards.

"Guess I have my answer." Sobari sighed.

Me and Rome chuckled, highlighting our own notebooks.

"We should have a cram session tonight." Justin suggested.

"Please?" Yasmine pleaded.

"No can do ladies. I have plans." Rome smiled.

"As do I." I shrugged.

"What plans are more important than the group?"

"Our plans." Rome smiled, pinching my cheek.

"We're going out tonight."

"And doing what?" Yasmine smirked.

"That's a good question London." Rome smiled, turning to me.

"That's a surprise." I smiled back.

Justin smirked.
"Oh it's that kind of-"

"No!" I chuckled. "It's just a surprise."

Stephen

"You ready for tonight?" Kevin asked as we stretched in the semi empty arena, already beginning to fill with media and fans.

I nodded.
"Yeah, I mean, it's always a spectacle with Bron."

He chuckled and nodded.
"Atleast this is the last we'll see of the Cavs."

"Until the postseason." I reminded, standing up.

"Maybe."

I smiled and walked over to my seat, as he started to get shots up. I took a sip of water and checked my phone, seeing that Ayesha's assistant had texted me to let me know that she was caught up at the restaurant and wouldn't be back in town tonight like she planned but rather tomorrow afternoon. She couldn't tell me herself?
I rolled my eyes and noticed that I had gotten a notification from Instagram, when I clicked on it, it led me to London's page. She finally followed me back. I contemplated for a second before scrolling through her page, subconsciously looking for her so called boyfriend but also noting the beautiful selfies and travel pictures.

"What you looking at?"

I jumped slightly and turned my phone off.
"Damn Klay. Why you sneaking up on me?"

He chuckled and smirked.
"Who's she?"

"Who?"

"The reason you jumped so hard when you heard me." He said, sitting next to me.

"No one." I shrugged.

He nodded.
"That the pool girl that Kevin kept yapping about?"

I sighed and leaned back.
"No and she's not a pool girl, she's a swim instructor."

"So yes that was her?"