"Oh, you have got to be shitting me." Adelaide thought as she turned the corner into Gampel stadium, seeing a certain blonde she never expected to see again, let alone here. At her job. Almost three years later. 'After all these fuckin years' she th...
"No. Fucking. Way." a wide-eyed Angie says after hearing the rundown of Adelaide's day, complete with photo evidence of a sweaty Paige imported from her camera onto her laptop.
"No, I know. And she's literally gotten taller. I don't even know how that's possible. She has to be like, at least pushing 6 feet," Ad says only slightly exasperatedly, "and I'm not even short! All five feet six inches of me was fighting for my goddamn life I swear."
"So lemme get this straight," the smaller Asian girl turned her whole body to face Adelaide across from her on the bed, "she asked for your number,"
"Yes."
"And you said no to her."
"Also yes." Ad replies.
"Right so, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?? A hot, tall, blonde basketball player, who is clearly interested in you asked for your number, not to mention you nearly kissed. Again!! And you said. No." Angie said, looking at the brunette like she was crazy, maybe because she was. "Ang we work together technically. I mean I'm stuck with her for the rest of the year, it would be so awkward! Not to mention I'm not sure if I'm even allowed to date her, that has to be some kind of HR violation."
"You're telling me you wouldn't risk an HR violation for this?" Angie said, turning Adelaide's laptop towards her, open to a very large, very hot photo of sweaty Paige. 'I sooooo would' Adelaide thought. "Well I mean, we do have history," She said, dragging out the y in history, a small bashful smile covering her freckled face as she contemplates the possibility of Paige and her. "No. I can't. We can't. I mean-"
"You literally can" Angelina interrupts,
"No! I mean I work there! I work there." Ad finishes with a whisper like her working for Geno is some big secret.
"I have a feeling she won't give up very easily, not after today's events," Ang says to her with a shake of her head, long hair swaying back and forth like the branches of a weeping willow tree.
—----------------------------------------------------------------- Adelaide was borderline proctrastinating walking into the practice gym. She loved her job, and loved taking photos, but Paige was nerve wracking and unpredictable. She took one last look in her mirror before folding it up and taking out her phone, still trying to distract herself.
She snapped a quick photo of her outfit to post on her instagram story. She was 'chronically annoying' as Ad put it when it came to her posting tendencies. Meaning her followers were used to lots and lots of posts, most of which unnecessary. This one she deemed necessary to take her mind off Paige,
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Angelina had no idea just how right she was. I had set up for another practice, not taking many photos, but primarily on videos to make reels for the Instagram account. Once again, the girls worked hard, and practice wrapped up with a blow of the whistle hanging around Geno's neck. Trying to make it out unnoticed, I speedily walked the long way around the court towards the door so I wouldn't have to pass Paige. That worked well.
