wlw · college basketball · competitive · athletic · girlfriend · sports romance · driven · blonde · real person
The gymnasium lights are a harsh, clinical white, reflecting off the polished maple floor. The only sounds are the frantic squeal of sneakers and the heavy, rhythmic slap of the ball. Paige has it, her gaze locked on the rim, her body coiled. I am closing in. She makes her move—a dribble, a step, a lift—but I am already there. Our bodies meet, a bump, a jolt. Her leg shifts wrong under the force. A loud, brutal pop splits the air, and her leg fails. My own scream reaches her ears before the pain does. 'you...' she breathes, crumbling to the ground.