𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.

𝟎𝟒.

paige's pov.

it was the start of our fall classes, and i made my way to my sports journalism class. i scan the room, and i see a big y/c/e eyed girl, with glasses on staring right back at me. she had a big grin on her face. "is that THE y/n auriemma?" i sit next to her, we are in the furthest row back. "only if you're THE paige bueckers." 

the professor starts greeting us and jumped right into the lecture. i watch as y/n focuses in and is writing very detailed notes.  i zoned out, blocking out the teacher's voice, watching y/n work. she was wearing a low messy bun, with her y/h/c pieces placed messily around her face. i looked down to see her wearing a pink sweatshirt, that was off her shoulder. i never understood dress codes until now. biting my lip and looking down at my shoes. i need to stop thinking of her this way, it isn't right. geno would absolutely kill me if he knew. 

"need a pen?" she softly whispers, snapping me out of my thoughts. "what?" she gestures to my empty desk, "well you aren't taking any notes, do you need paper too?" i giggle as i take the stationary from her and start writing. "what a nerd." i whisper.

the professor finishes up her lecture. "we have about 5 minutes to spare, please talk about our lesson amongst your peers!" she smiles and sits at her desk. i look to y/n as she's packing her things up. "i never knew you were such a nerd, auriemma!" i grab the pencil behind her ear, twiddling it between my fingers. "well, we all knew you fit the jock stereotype." she reaches for her pencil as i play around and keep it out of her reach. "don't be mad i'm a real athlete, sweetheart." i say as i stand holding her pencil in one hand and my bag in the other. i get nervous as i didn't even mean to call her that, it just slipped out. "i could never be mad at you, bueckers. unless you dont give me my pencil back." she stands on her tippy toes, which keeps her right at my shoulders. "make me." i whisper leaning closer to her face. her face gets red, and i see her glance at my lips. all of the sudden i hear the bell ring. she looks back up and grabs her pencil before walking away. 

y/n's pov.

i feel the butterflies left in my stomach as i walk to practice. paige called me sweetheart, which made me weak in the knees. i needed this practice to distract myself. i knew i liked her, but i couldn't do anything about it right? it would break my dad's heart. when i came out to my parents, my dad was in shock. he didn't talk to me for days. we don't bring it up much as i really haven't dated anyone yet. i just know it would hurt him even worse if i dated his star player.

"hey y/n!" hudson yells from the locker room. "hey huds." i set my things down and start to change into our practice wear. "what's wrong with you?" she asks, walking up to me. "oh, just girl things." i sigh as i put KT tape around my ankle. "so paige things?" i give her a glare and roll my eyes. "you don't know squat, shut it." i pull my hair into a ponytail and walk to the gym. 

"all i know is you two text all the time, and are always around eachother recently!" i look at her and then everyone around us. i don't really want this out there, word would travel fast to my dad. "and when she calls you by your last name! girl i get shivers when i hear it, and im straight" she whispers at me. "listen, i know how paige is with girls and i do not want to mess things up with my dad by getting with her." i whisper back as we stretch on the mats. "sneaking around is even hotter!" she whisper yells at me. i just roll my eyes and continue to get stretched.

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i walk over to the women's basketball gym, like i do everyday after practice. they start practice right after mine finishes. i look at my phone to see a text from cait.