ᴀᴢᴀʟᴇᴀ ғᴀʏᴇ ɢʀɪғғɪɴ is Aubrey Griffin's younger sister. Expect she's not like her brothers, sister or dad who all play basketball. She totally different from that. She's quiet, gentle soul, keeps to herself, definitely antisocial, and 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝒻. Her b...
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Chapter Twenty Seven real life + social media
The girls had recently arrived from Indiana, from their game against Notre Dame—where they lost. It was a tough game and everyone knew about the rival against both of the schools. The rivalry has been there for years already, starting long ago, but it was more about than just winning a game—it's about proving dominance, legacy and superiority in women's college basketball. It's about proving who truly deserves to be on top.
The loss had lingered with the girls, weighing heavily on their shoulders as they had returned that night back to campus. The bus ride back had been quiet, the usual postgame chatter replaced by the heavy silence of disappointment.
Paige sat at the back of the bus, her jaw tight as she stared out the window, her mind still replaying the missed opportunities, the careless turnovers, the passes that didn't connect and the shots that should've fallen but didn't. She might've had twenty five points, but it just wasn't enough and she scolded herself for every three-pointer she missed or every shot that didn't go through the damn basket.
It's been two days and Azalea has heard from everyone—everyone except for Paige. She has texted her but hasn't gotten a reply. She tried calling, no answer. Ultimately, she thought that maybe she would give her some time. Maybe she just needed a day to herself, to reel everything in and cool off. And Azalea was more than willing to give it to her but it's been two days and the only thing she's heard about Paige was from Azzi or literally anyone else.
Naturally, she was worried about her girlfriend. She wanted to know how she was, she wanted Paige to talk to her—hell, she was okay with simply seeing her and sitting or cuddling in silence. Azalea simply wanted to know if Paige was okay. She had tried to distract herself—doing her assignments, heading to work and overall doing things to not read too much into Paige's distant behavior.
But no matter how hard Azalea tried to keep herself busy, her mind always circled back to Paige. Every notification she got made her heart jump with hope, only to sink when she saw it wasn't from her girlfriend. She hated feeling like this—helpless, unsure, stuck in the space between wanting to give Paige time and needing to make sure she was okay. It just wasn't like Paige to shut her out like this, and the silence felt louder with each passing hour.
Not being able to take it anymore, she got in her car and started the short drive to the dorms. If Paige wasn't going to answer her phone, then she'd just go to her. She can't lie, she was a bit hesitant about going to Paige's dorm unannounced, but then again she's gone over unannounced millions of times.
But this time felt different.
Azalea drove through the rain, the droplets hitting the windshields and creating an almost therapeutic noise. It was comforting—just listening to the rain hit against her car, but at the same time it almost showed the emotions brewing in her mind as she neared the buildings.
