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apology

Stephen's

Plump.

I remove my lips from sipping on my water, wiping the beads of sweat continuously forming on my forehead.

"Capt, I think we'll head out first." "Aight, great job today," little conversations repeated a couple of times; lots of juniors bidding us goodbye after the basketball tryout.

"yo Steph," says Dray from the doorway of the locker room. "yeah?" I respond, walking out with fresh gym clothes whilst fixing my duffel bag.

"Principal called our attention, you gotta head to the office next." he states, trailing by the corridors behind me.

"Let's hurry then, I miss my bed." I say with a little sigh of drowsiness.

Squeak—

I look back, hearing his sudden stop of tracks. "Dray?" I give him a confused look as he returns me a nervous one.

"It's about her. . ."

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I stand in front of the room's closed door, taking a very big gulp before reaching for the knob.

"God. . ." I sigh in distress; I don't know how and when, but those mfs have definitely thrown me under the bus.

"Tsk, fuck it." I snap out of my trance as I open the door to head inside. "G'morning sir," I greet politely, taking a light bow to the principal.

"Mr. Curry, you're finally here, please take a seat."

Daggers

Deadly daggers from the glare in her dark eyes pierces me as I could only hope for vengeance at this point.

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Klay and Draymond entered the office at different times and opportunities, undergoing a little investigation with the school's principal.

"So in conclusion, Mr. Curry is the one most concerned by the transferee's wrongdoing, am I right?" asked the principal as both of them nodded timidly in their respective interviews.

"Thank you, you may now proceed with your day."

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Protagonist's

This sucks, so fucking bad. "I've called both of you here today to talk about the incident from just a few days ago." Mr. Principal starts the conversation as I avert my glare from him, closing my eyes and taking a heavy sigh.

"I've already had a talk with Ms. Lee over here with my predicament and. . ." he pushes his glasses before giving me a look. "I-I've agreed to it." I manage to stutter out of complete defeat.

This time, it was his turn to receive the principal's stare. "Mr. Curry, these continuous declining grades of yours if not for your varsity and extracurricular activities is very concerning." to which he starts scratching his head in response. "Well sir, as you've said, playing my sport makes up for my grades anyway so then, I guess there's nothing wrong with it—" "Wardell, I can't continue excusing you because of your connections. For this finals you must comply and pass." he completely cuts him off as the atmosphere seems to become tense.

"With all due respect, I'm complying and making efforts through basketball practices and tournaments." Honestly, for such a private and serious talk—I feel like I shouldn't be here.

"All your years in this university I have taken that into consideration Mr. Curry, but for your last year here before college, I want you to pass this year's exam." he states in conclusion, making forehead dude sigh in defeat.

"Fine but, how?" he asks with a worried face. 

Here it fucking comes. . .

"—and that's where Ms. Lee comes in." Mr. Principal says almost proudly, nearly making me facepalm. Curry finds himself looking at me as his eyes slowly widen with what he was hearing.

"As an apology due to the incident, Ms. Lee will be your tutor or study buddy for the year. She'll help you with your academics."