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FIVE ON FIVE, oftentimes Geno would have them working on passing drills and developing the chemistry between the teammates so it can translate when the season starts. However, today he wanted to watch them put this work he put into them in some practice games. It would allow him to see what he needed to work on more and how a new addition fit in more.
His eyes scanned the gymnasium and watched as most of his girls were just stretching again on the court and warming up a little. He spotted a hyper blonde jumping around, narrowing his eyes at her, "Bueckers!" His voice was strong and commanding as he called her over from the court.
Paige turned her head immediately, pausing her conversation with Nika before jogging her way over to him. "Yeah, Coach?" She replied, resting her hands on her hips.
"Get Heathers, she's on the bike and I want her to be your center." He instructed her.
She was taken aback slightly, for a moment she expected to play against her, but Coach apparently had different plans. "I got you," The blonde made her way down the court and walked off the sidelines. She pushed open one of the heavy metal doors and entered the corridors of the gymnasium.
She walked a few feet down before opening a side door to a smaller gym with more equipment for their workouts. Sitting on one of the bikes was Milan, focusing on a different training plan than the others for now. It had her focused, enough for her not to notice the presence of someone else in the room.
The blonde point guard made her way further into the room and stepped over to the lined-up section of bikes. She reached over, tapping Milan on the shoulder, only to receive an elbow to the chest instead of a proper response.
"In the boob is crazy—" Paige complained, clutching her chest for a moment as she leaned down.
Milan looked over her shoulder, pulling out an AirPod, feeling slightly guilty. "On my fucking soul that was the stupidest shit ever." She asked while slowing down her pace, leading towards a stop as her legs relaxed. "Like was that a smart decision Paige?"
Paige's jaw dropped slightly, "You ain't have to elbow me! Where's is the I'm sorry at??"
"For what??"
"For putting a hole in my chest! Apologize!"
"You can breathe properly, you aight!" She got off the bike and then walked over to a bench where some of her things were. "What did you want anyways?"
Paige rolled her eyes dramatically, "Coach said to get your lazy ass out there–"
"My lazy ass?" Milan wiped her face, covered slightly in sweat, a cotton towel picking it up a bit more. She retied her hair as they walked to the exit doors, the wandering eyes of her teammate focused on her as she pulled her dark curls back into a ponytail that it was in, securing it back once again.
Her hair moved from side to side slightly, Paige watched as she walked behind her down the long corridors. They turned towards a set of heavy doors, pushing them open before walking inside, a few heads turning for a moment. Some of the girls called over to Paige, but nobody yelled for Milan, only their coach.
