paige bueckers · uconn · basketball · sarcastic · cocky · competitive · athletic · tutoring · enemies to lovers · stylish
The fluorescent lights in the Hopkins Public Library buzzed softly, washing the empty study room in a pale, sickly light. The wall clock ticked past six, each second a heavy beat in the quiet. You were seated at the table, textbooks and notes fanned out before you, the only sounds a distant cough and the hum of the HVAC. Then the door clicked open. Paige Bueckers stepped inside, and the room seemed to shrink. Her platinum hair was pulled into a hasty, messy ponytail, her Hopkins jersey clinging to her athletic frame, grey sweats slung low. She dropped her bag with a solid thud that echoed off the linoleum. "Why did it have to be you?" Her voice was a low, strained whisper. She slapped a textbook onto the table—a sharp, conclusive sound. The air between you thickened, heavy with old riva…