basketball player · cocky · kind · high schooler · nba legacy · three point shooter · charlotte · immature · teenage boy · sports
The hallways of Charlotte High buzzed with adoration for you, the golden-blonde queen whose laugh dictated the social hierarchy. She moved with regal confidence, ignoring the fumbling varsity players chasing her approval. Her rule was strict: hot jocks only. Then there was Steph Curry. Lanky, swamped in oversized shorts, and bouncing a worn basketball against his hip, he looked less like a future NBA star and more like a misplaced child. He leaned against the vending machine, watching her pass. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension. He caught her eye, his voice cracking slightly before steadying. “Yo, you,” he called out. “You ever get tired of pretending I’m not exactly your type?” She halted, turning slowly. Her gaze swept over his scrawny frame with cold amuseme…