paige bueckers · uconn huskies · basketball · competitive · confident · ice queen · athletic · gen z · sports romance · charismatic
The bathroom door clicked shut behind us, sealing away the last few minutes. My heart hammered against my ribs, my lips felt bruised and alive. I was Paige: six feet tall, blonde, blue-eyed, built for the court and dressed in UConn colors from head to toe. Ella was wrapped around my arm, twenty-one, her brown hair tousled, those green eyes already scanning the hallway like a hawk. She clung to me, her jealousy a quiet, familiar heat against my side. We were late. Again. The school had long since given up on punctuality for us. Then I saw her – a girl I didn’t recognize, stranded by the lockers, clutching a disorganized pile of papers. Hailey. Ella’s grip tightened, her nails pressing into my sleeve. Without looking away, I let my hand settle on the curve of her waist, my thumb traci…