In the relentless spotlight of fame, Jocelyn West (rising pop princess) and Paige Bueckers' fiery romance ignites, but their struggle with toxic tendencies threatens to consume BOTH their careers, and each other. Who knows if they'll come out alive.
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It's been a month. A month since Paige kissed Stella, a month since she lied to Jocelyn's face about it, and a month since it happened again.
What started as a single moment of weakness had spiraled into something Paige could no longer control. She and Stella had shared a few more secret kisses, each one deeper, more confusing than the last. It always happened when Paige was away—on a road trip or after a late practice. Stella was there, understanding her in ways Jocelyn sometimes didn't. They were getting closer, and the guilt was eating Paige alive. Every time she looked at Jocelyn, she felt the weight of her betrayal pressing down on her chest. She knew she had to tell her the truth.
But how could she destroy the one thing that felt perfect in every other way?
Meanwhile, Jocelyn was on top of the world. Her album was finished, and she was ready to release it to the world. Self-titled, "JOCELYN" was more than just a collection of songs—it was a reflection of her journey, her love, and everything she had become. The album featured 13 tracks, each one meticulously crafted. Some were just catchy pop songs designed to be summer anthems, like her collaboration with Billie Eilish, "Guess."
Paige couldn't hide her disdain for that particular track. Billie's lyrics were anything but subtle, and the line, "Joce has a girl but she knows I'd hit it," had rubbed Paige the wrong way from the moment she heard it. It wasn't that she didn't trust Jocelyn; it was the idea that someone else could publicly stake a claim on HER girl in a way that felt too real, too close to home.
But it wasn't all just beats and bravado. The album also had its more sentimental moments—songs that hit closer to the heart, like "Love Me Like You Do," a love letter to Paige in every sense. The lyrics detailed the way Paige loved her, the way Jocelyn saw herself through Paige's eyes. It was raw, emotional, and undeniably beautiful. Paige had listened to it on repeat, feeling both guilty and unworthy of the love pouring through the speakers.
The album was set to drop at midnight after Jocelyn's album release party tomorrow night. Jocelyn was buzzing with excitement, practically glowing as she planned every last detail of the event. She was confident that this would be her best work yet, the album that would redefine her career. The aesthetics were flawless, the promotion had been perfect, and Jocelyn could feel that this was going to be a hit.
Adam was confident too, calling it the project he was most proud of. His belief in her only fueled Jocelyn's anticipation. Everything was in place for the perfect night, but Paige couldn't shake the growing storm inside her. She knew that soon, everything would change.
Paige's sneakers squeaked against the hardwood as she put up shot after shot, the rhythmic thud of the ball bouncing back to her breaking the otherwise silent gym. She wiped sweat from her brow, her muscles aching from the repetitive motion, but she didn't stop. She couldn't. The guilt gnawed at her, and this was the only way she knew how to quiet it, even if just for a moment.
