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Camille
It had been a week and three days since I was in Portland playing in the Sweet Sixteen, I can't lie staying in my hometown and sleeping in the bed I grew up in was comforting. San Fransisco was comforting, to a point. The concussion sucked ass, I got headaches when I did any activity that required the smallest bit of attention or focus and I felt like I was going to vomit and fall over when I got up from lying down.
Concussions were nothing like I thought they were, I felt that you just had some sort of head injury and it went away the moment after the collision. But I was so wrong, it lingers, it restricts you and it gives you the most painful headache.
The worst thing though was probably having to have my dad tell me if Uconn was going to advance to the final four or not, I wasn't allowed to watch the game live and when I started watching it on TV I got a massive and painful headache and I felt like I was going to puke. So I had to turn it off. I told my dad to tell me the score which was probably the most painful thing about it. It hurt me, not being able to help my team or not even being able to support them.
Luckily we won and we advanced to the final four, it was bittersweet for me. I loved that everybody gets to play I just wish I could play as well. I wish I could help my team. I wish I didn't fuck everything up.
Today was the day I flew out from San Francisco to Dallas, Texas for the Final four. Uconn was playing LSU who were practically undefeated the whole season. Even though I couldn't play I was cleared to fly and cleared to watch the game curtsied with my team. Although with how painful the headaches are at the moment I don't know if I will end up watching it live, or if I will watch it from the hotel with a couple other of the training staff.
Honestly, I didn't want to leave my dad or my hometown. During this time it had been comforting staying here, in my old room.
As our car pulled up to the airport I got my suitcase out of the trunk and sighed heavily as I looked to my dad, at that point, we didn't speak. But he knew exactly how I felt.
he reached out his arms and we embraced in a long hug, my arms tightened around him before letting him go.
"Bye bubble, be safe and don't push yourself too much. text me if you need anything," he said.
"Thanks, Dad, love you"
***
Before I knew it I was landing in Dallas and getting out of the hectic airport. Coach had ordered me an Uber to the hotel the team was staying in. As the time neared closer I got more and more nervous. Not only to see everyone but to see Paige, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop thinking about her. I was ignoring all of her texts. What she did made me so angry that I wanted to punch her, but even though I wanted to kill her.
I can't help but think about our kiss.
I can't help thinking about the way she makes me feel and the soft touch she has on my skin. My mind races constantly. I hate her jealousy and her pettiness, the way she treated both me and Leilani and how she practically put the team in jeopardy. I can't just get over that shit, she makes my blood boil.
