𝑾𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑨| paige bueckers.

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

MONEY MARTIN >

( i'm begging you, please. can you come back to me? cause i was blind to see that you were right infrunami. )

        THERE WAS SOMETHING so calming about the silence of your own bedroom. the quietness of only being surrounded by the sounds of your own breathing and the sound of your heart beating at a slowed pace.

       ada caddel sat on the floor of her bedroom her nose stuck between textbooks and her hand cramping around her pen. the end of a season did not mean the end of exams much to every college students dismay. not that ada disliked studying, at the moment it was the only thing that provided her sanity amongst the constant bustle of her life.

       she much rather read about bone marrow or write yet another essay on hemingway than face the forces of reality. or more specifically her reality where paige was no longer in.

      the weird thing about it was that ada wasn't sad, perhaps it was the fact she had already cried all her tears. or maybe she was expecting paige to disappoint her but that only made it even more disappointing. the fact that ada already knew she was bound to do something like this, or the fact that ada knew and still stuck around anyway.

        it still hurt. stung her throat at the mere thought of paige's words in such an awful distaste it made the girl cringe. even thinking of it now made her nose crinkle and her eye shutter shut with the memories of them reopening in her mind.

       she hated that paige took so much space in her mind. that every thought had to begin or end with paige. ada wasn't sad, she just thought about the situation over and over again until it drove her insane.

           ada's ears perked up at the sound of her ringtone, a buzzing that caught her out of her daydream with a curt ding. before it could get to a third ring she answered without taking a second glance at the contact.

        "hello? ada caddel speaking," ada sighed turning over on her back propping her head back with the many books that lay underneath. her tone careless as her eyes wandered over the peeling paint on her bedroom walls.

        "hey ada it's kate martin. i was told that you would be interviewing me for an article you're writing?" at the sound of the very familiar name ada had perched up in an instant. her eyes widening at the sound of kate's voice as she mustered incoherent curses.

       "anyway, i got this number off of gina, just wanted to let you know that i'm excited to be working with you and finally get to meet you this friday." kate had been doing her own research on the journalist— if research meant stalking then she was doing a lot of it. 

         the past week the iowa player had been scrolling over her instagram shamelessly analysing every photo and story possible. and she would be lying if she hadn't seen those edits of the journalist either. it was hard not to come across at least one after the sudden boost of media attention ada had gotten after being seen with the uconn girls a lot over the months.

       "i could say the same, can't wait to meet the famous  money martin." ada laughed as she heard the small chuckle from kate on the other line who was undoubtedly smiling at the nickname as if she hadn't heard it many times before. but hearing the unfamiliarity of ada's voice saying it made it somewhat special.

       "alright ms journalist i'll see you friday."

        maybe that is what made ada such a good journalist. the fact she could carry conversation. she always knew the right things to say and how to say it. how when she spoke it sounded so natural that it was almost nerve wracking.