A forgotten reminder of what made her who she is, Paige Bueckers is reunited with the girl she met all those years ago.
Will Evelina ever forgive her for the pain she left?
(paige bueckers x fem!oc)
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Goodbye
☆彡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 Narrative
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For the next four days, I locked myself in my room. Well, not exactly I just didn't leave. I had begged Cameron to take my phone because for the first two days, Paige had called me constantly and I couldn't take it. I couldn't listen to her voice. I'm sure she has tried to come over but Cam shut her down, and I'm glad. I can't wrap my head around how she could do that to me, maybe she wouldn't. But I saw her. There could be a benefit from all this pain, call it cringy, but the songwriting has come a lot easier. I'm sure my guitar is tired of how much I've used it lately. "How are you feeling?" Cam interrupts my thoughts peaking her head in my room. "I'm okay, maybe not 100% but better than I was 3 days ago." "That's good."
That night I cradled up next to Cam for as long as possible. I would've stayed longer, but she woke up hungover and I had to continue taking care of her. When I finally told her the news she reacted how I expected. She freaked the fuck out. Now that I think about this, if I let this situation get out of control I could be risking her job and I would never want that.
"Im thinking we should go out, to get your mind off shit." "Nuh uh, way too risky." "Risky? It's not like we will be on campus, we don't even live on campus." She walks over taking the glasses off my face and cleaning them. "You know what we should do!" She perks up turning towards m. "What should we do, Cam?" "One of those rooms where you just break shit. Might really help you let out your emotions so you don't sulk her until the break is over." It's not a terrible Idea, and I know Paige isn't thinking about going to one of those. "Okay, let's do it." "YES. get dressed." She springs off my bed leaving the room. For the first time since that night, I drag myself into the closet to look for something other than a sweatshirt and sweatpants. When I turn on the light it shines just over it. Her sweatshirt. The one I never gave back because I didn't want to. The sight of it made me want to scream and throw up, but instead, I ripped clothes off their hangers covering it up. I'll give it back, whenever I'm strong enough.
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"You ready to break some shit?" Cam asks as she pulls the safety goggles over her head. I nod.
Breaking shit was more therapeutic than I thought. Within the first 10 minutes, I had felt more emotion than the last 3 days. In these confided walls covered in paint, I was able to scream, cry, and be as unhinged as I wanted. I could say almost anything I wanted and not even Cameron would care. "Okay ladies, times up." I hear a man's voice over the intercom. Done already? That 30 minutes was quick, but maybe that's for the best. If I stayed in there any longer I think my emotions would have gotten the best of me.
"I have to give her shit back," I say as we get into the car. "Well that was quick." "I guess that room did help me process, and the only way I can heal is if I get her out of my room. The things she has given me, her clothes, her smell." We were both sitting in the front seats turned towards each other. "Okay, let's go do it, but wait. You want to give it back now?" "Yeah? Why wouldn't I?" "I mean the wounds are kind of fresh, are you sure it wouldn't stir up all those feelings you let out seeing her again?" "I'm sure it will hurt but that's what you are here for. to get me out before I fall into her. " "Got it." She starts the car reversing out of the parking lot. When we get back home I find a random box and just start throwing anything of hers I could find in it. First her sweatshirt, then some jewelry, her toiletries she kept here, and photos. I wanted every inch of her gone. "They weren't wrong when they say lesbian break ups hit the hardest." "Who told you that?" I can hear how defensive I sound. "Just something I've heard." I roll my eyes throwing a Polaroid in the box. When she leaves from my doorway I stand over the things piled unneatly in their new home. The urge is too much. I dump everything out and start over. I folded the sweatshirt, placed the jewelry on a tray she made me in our 'couples pottery' class, and made a stack of photos on top. No backing down now.
"Ready?" Cam says as I walk out of my room box in hand. "Sure." The ride to their apartment felt longer than it had ever. The closer we got the more I dreaded my decision. As Cam parks the car she turns to me. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes," I get out of the car before I have time to overthink. Since my hands are full she knocks on the door that Aubrey answers. I can tell she is trying to hide how surprised she is. "Cam, Evelina....what are you doing here?" I hear movement from inside. "Would you give this to Paige for me?" I extend the box to her. She puts her phone in her pocket grabbing it. "Eve?" As much as I pined away from it, her voice was like a tug on my heart. With all my courage and no words, I turn the box to her. "This is yours," I say as she takes it. "What is it?" Is that all she has to say? "Your things." Her eyes droop a bit. "No, let me explain." She puts the box down. "Goodbye Paige." I feel Cam grab my arm, we both know I want to give in to her, to fall in her arms and hear what she has to say. "No, Evelina, you don't understand please just let me explain." I'm already down the hall as she finishes her words. I should hear her out. No I shouldn't she hurt me. Someone else's voice is next to hers telling her to come back in but I don't look back. I keep my head up and my tears in until I'm in the car.
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That night was a mistake. It was never supposed to go that way. She was the one I was supposed to kiss. She was the one I wanted to. I stayed by her side the whole night just to make sure when the time came, it would be her.
When we were looking for Cameron someone had pulled me away from her and when I looked back she was gone. "Fo sho." I had told the guy not even listening to what he had to say before trying to get through the crowd. For as tall as I am no one seemed to care. Deafeted I found the stairs. Everyone gathered in the living room so surely she would see me alone. That's what I thought. Then she came. Her hair was striped black and white and she was wearing a mini fur skirt and a baby tee. She wasn't my type at all and I didn't mind her sitting next to me if she didn't take my thoughts away from my girl.
Hey, I'm Victoria." Her voice hissed like a snake. "Paige." "I think I've seen you before, what do you do here?" "I play on the basketball team." "Ohmygod yeah!" Her questions kept coming and she kept getting closer. Unfortunately, I was already next to the stair banister and had nowhere to go. I didn't want to be rude. "You here alone?" "I-" "Same." She had cut me off. That's when the countdown began. I messed up and didn't correct her, I was too stuck in my head worried about a girl I should have gone and found. I should have gone and found her.
"5....4....3....2....1" Before I could feel sad about Evelina she grabbed me by the shirt and kissed me. I pulled away without hesitation, but it was too late. When I turned she was there, six feet away and my stomach dropped. I pushed off the stairs to go after her but she didn't listen to me and disappeared. I pushed through everyone in my way to see her rushing while dragging Cameron out the door.
I had told some version of this story to almost everyone on the team. I had gone over the moments of that night over and over trying to find where I could've made it right. "There is nothing you can do about what happened, all that matters is how you react to it. Are you going to accept it or go get her back?" Kayla told me as I sat on my bed glued to her contact. I have been trying to get her back. It was the next day and she wasn't picking up any of my calls. "I have to go see her." "Woah there P," Nika said getting up, "I'm not sure that's the right move, she might need some time to process everything. She loves you. She will hear you out." Her hand was now on my shoulder but it didn't help. I knew her better than any of them.
As the days went by I slowly stopped calling less and less spending more time at the gym to keep my mind off her. but all I needed to do was see her.
Four days after that night I hear her name. I rip my hoodie off throwing my phone on the couch rushing to the door. She was holding a box and when she saw me she holds it towards me. "This is yours," her voice is flat. I have so many things to say but all I let out is "What is it?" "Your things." She sounds as if she has moved passed this years ago. She didn't care at all? I can't take this box if I do it means we are done. I know she won't take it back so I set it down. "No, let me explain." "Goodbye Paige." Goodbye. Her voice echoes in my head. I need her to just hear me. "No, Evelina, you don't understand please just let me explain." She is already down the hall and Kayla is at my side pulling me in. I don't want to walk away, I don't want her to leave, I want to make up and put us back together, I want her.
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Paige isn't as evil as we thought...heh... Ew, I'm sorry. Anyway, I don't think I could ever picture Paige as an evil person she has such a good soul and would never.
