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Chapter Seven
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"Yo, P-dawg! About time you pulled up, I was about to crush these fools without you on their team." Ice taunted, dapping KK up. The team was stretching, gathered in a circle as they shared light-hearted laughter. Geno and Simms were chatting on the side, discussing drills to be done for the day. Paige had changed, throwing her quads up and around to loosen her muscles as she approached her friends. Her hair was still done, curly and up in a lousy bun.
She sat down beside a snickering Nika, sticking one leg out and leaning forward to stretch. The Croatian knocked her gently in the leg with her foot, "Out adventuring with that foxy lover of yours, Bueckers? You're late."
"I had a meeting with Yolanda," her eyes shot towards KK, who seemed unusually quiet, "KK did though, heard she had a whole little date with Noa. Ain't that right, Arnold?"
The freshman gulped, feeling the sudden shift in focus dawn on her. Everybody halted their stretching, anticipating an answer from her. Paige—with a knowing glint in her eyes—glared at KK the hardest. If looks could kill, the younger would surely be dead by now. "We just went and got some crêpes at Schmackery's."
"Ooh, that's Kamorea's favourite place to bring the ladies." Ice cooed, nudging her teasingly with her elbow. "Must be serious."
Paige rolled her eyes. Somehow choosing to believe KK's pathetic tone of voice trying to cover up the fact they were on a date was easier than just believing and having to figure things out if they get messy in public. She crossed her fingers, hoping the freshman wouldn't make any moves with vultures circling Noa.
"KK knows better than to make a move on my 'fake' girl when I'm tryna clear my name. Right, KK?" The blonde taunted, smirking.
She watched a thick swallow force its way down KK's throat. She was so close to getting her way before Aubrey slapped the freshman's back, her arm slinging over her shoulder. "Cut the freshie some slack and let her have her fun. If your fake girl said 'yes', no harm no foul."
Paige clenched her jaw, glaring at the smug, knowing smirk Aubrey threw back at her.
"Hey, we tryna ball or yap all night long, huh?" Azzi scolded, being the first to stand and grab a ball from the rack. A blind man could see the unease on her face, something about having to hear her best friend getting tossed around back and forth like a piece of meat. She passed the basketball swiftly across the circled group into Aubrey's open hands, who twirled it in her palms afterwards. "Alright, let's ball."
"She was so sweet, Ali, my God. Such an upgrade from Dominic." Noa sighed, hands cradling her head as she rested against the kitchen island, watching Alita stir in boxed mac and cheese in a big steel pot. "She paid for my crêpe too, I can't remember the last time I was even close to being romanced."
