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WASNT SUPPOSED TO UPDATE FOR NOW AT ALL BUT STEPHEN CURRY BROKE RAY ALLENS 3PT NBA RECORD SO HERE WE FUC<KING ARE IN CONCLUSION: CURRY >>> LIFE RESPONSIBILITIES

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Classes went by pretty smoothly, as the talk I had with megamind this morning also turned out to be some sort of automatic mutual agreement of no unnecessary situations except for his academics. With no unnecessary banter or teasing in class so far, I've observed his struggle in arithmetic as well as in science.

I didn't want to get involved with the school's heartthrob and I'm pretty sure he feels the same way. That's right, let's just keep it this way; involved academically but not personally.

Brrr. Clack

Disabling my rollers, I opened the door to class and made my way inside. Walking through the aisle, passing him like we're complete strangers, and finally onto my seat.

Time passes by yet again as I quietly observe his strengths and weaknesses in his academics. I guess his biggest weakness is his drowsiness though.

"Mr. Curry! Pay attention!"

I shake my head lightly as I avert my attention, unconsciously yawning because of his yawn.

Ringgg

"Everyone mark your textbooks on page. . ." the teacher trails off as I lazily gather my things, slide my seat inside the desk, and tidy up before leaving for the day.

Piling all my textbooks on my designated bookshelf and taking my sweet time, I hum to some tune as only a few of my classmates remain inside the room, also cleaning things up. "Guys! Who's hanky is this?" a cleaner yells from across the room as some just casually shrug in response.

"Piona, just put it in the teacher's drawer." Piona's a very responsible class representative—sometimes too responsible that even the smallest things she tends to overthink. "right," she snaps her fingers, sending a smile to me.

"oof," I let out quietly as a piece of note I was tidying up flew out of my grasp and out the window. Pretty orange clouds greeted my vision as I reached for the window handle, about to close it until— "MAYBE IT'S THIRTEEN!" 

A familiar voice caught my attention as I decided to peek outside; "I JUST DIALLED TO AN ADOPTION CENTER AND IT'S YOUR FAULT" Curry whined to that guy Draymond Green who was now laughing so loud, everyone could hear it. I think I know exactly what this is about. . .

Klay Thompson—the last one of those three guys that got me in this whole cutting classes situation—said something inaudible to Curry.

Stephen's

"How about three, one?" Klay suggested to which I started dialing. "582-444-6531" I muttered, walking ever so slowly on the pathways as I put my phone next to my ear. The two guys passed me and walked ahead.

"Curry, look up." That familiar voice spoke as I almost immediately stopped on my tracks and snapped my head towards the huge, white building, searching for the window of our classroom on the second floor. There, I see her, leaning as her head sticks out through the window, headphones on as she waves her phone out to me. Her black, shoulder-length hair flows against the mild wind as the setting sun strikes on her ivory skin—

"You going to practice?" she asks, breaking me off from my trance. "Uh yeah, my bad, I reached out pretty late; I honestly forgot about you." I reply with a smug look on my face, fixing my snapback as I still look up to her from the university's pathways.

"You say that while you stress, guessing the last digits of my number." "Ah, well. . . About that. . ." I was caught speechless again, scratching the back of my head as I was the one to break eye contact.

"pff," she stifles a laugh in the call as a smile creeps up my lips. I slowly looked back, slightly hoping I could see a smile, nope.

"So, when are you free?" she proceeded normally, "STEPH WHY YOU SO DAMN SLOW?" screamed Dray to which I shushed him off. "Tuesday and. . .Friday we have no practice after school." I listed off, my whole body focused towards my phone as I practically shoo'd my friends away.

"Okay, you should go Curry." "Fine, Lee—" and with that, I got hung up on.

"WHY DO YOU KEEP DISRESPECTING ME!" I yell as she copied my gestures and shoo'd me off before closing the window.

Seriously. . .

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I typed down on the contact name before walking off, subconsciously looking down at my white shoes, thinking to myself that I'm never washing this off.