And I'll call you mine { Paige Bueckers}

Part 32

Juliet jones

We've been back from our game against South Carolina for almost two days but things between me and Paige have been tense. I know this is like my first ever real relationship but I don't think things are meant to be this way. From what I can remember we didn't have a big fight or anything that would be making her act this way.

I mean at the South Carolina game she did kind of get into it with my parents and her mom. Maybe that's what's getting her down my still I feel like she would tell me that. These past two days she's been dry over text and whenever I ask her to come over or maybe grab something to eat after class she's always busy with something else.

And that's just not the way Paige is. She always makes time for me I mean for fucks sake she's been my best friend since I can remember that doesn't just happen by ignoring each other and making constant excuses.

Right now I'm in my office trying to get all my work done before our game tomorrow against seton hall. Everyone knows it's going to be a blowout but no matter the ranking of the other team the girls always take the day before seriously. Every game is a chance to play and improve. They are resilient and hard working that's for sure.

Once I've finished all my basketball work I long into my canvas to check up on my classes. Thankfully with it being my senior year school has calmed down a lot. Maybe that's why Geno waited so long to promote me. He knows I'm an overachiever and with my school and this workload I would have definitely been stressed.

Most people know that I'm getting my masters in sports marketing. But what they don't know is I've also been double majoring in English. I have always wanted to write for as long as I can remember it makes sense to me. It's so much easier than talking. Sports marketing was something I kind of fell into but that's not to say that it means any less to me.

The revolution of women in sports speaks to me. It gives me hope and marketing has always been a hobby of mine something I've found interesting. So when I graduate this year I will have my masters in sports marketing and my doctorates in English thanks to the fact that i technically had my first degree before I even started college.

High school in New York was no joke and it was a requirement to be taking at least four college classes, not to mention all the afterschool  programs at Columbia and NYU. I feel set up for success with my career after college. But Paige seemed to be bothered by the mention of Yale a couple days ago.

I did consider it. I really did but in the end it wasn't what I wanted and I made that choice on my own. In that moment I was selfish and I didn't think about my parents and what they wanted for me. But I did think about Paige.

I thought about how she is my best friend. Even now that we are more than that, she was what was most important to me when I took into consideration my future. I never imagined it without her.

As I stared at my computer screen. At my years of work. All the things I've learned about every player I've ever met. All their dreams aspirations, downfalls, moments of weakness and lack of confidence, overwhelming confidence and fear. It was all on one doc. No one had ever read. It was everything I had ever loved about all these people that thousands of people all over the world look up to.

I was almost done. But was I? My journey with women's basketball started the day Paige started playing. Over the years I have learned so much. But is this all. Is there more to come. More things I won't ever fully understand or be able to comprehend and form it into a coherent sentence.

I closed my computer screen letting out a frustrated sigh. Speaking of letting out the girl got done with practice about 15 minutes ago but the sounds of squeaky shoes and bouncing basketballs was yet to come to a halt so maybe I could still catch Paige.

I made my way down the stairs after seeing her still on the court shooting hoops aimlessly. I stood there beneath the basket watching her.

"What's your deal?" I said confronting her. "Nothing." She said with her eyes avoiding me keeping them on the ball she dribbled in her hands. "Paige please." I begged.

She let out a deep sigh before looking up to me. "Yale?" She questioned. "You told me you didn't get in." She continued confused. "I'm sorry I lied but I knew you would try and change my mind. But I had already made up my mind." I replied moving closer to her now grabbing the ball from her hands. Dropping it to the floor and pulling her in my her waist.

"Am I holding you back?" She asked tears streaming down her cheeks now. "What no. Baby why would you think that?" I asked confused. "You could have gone to and Ivy. And you don't write any more and what about being an author.
And sports marketing is that just because of me?" She asked looking down on me with her cloudy teary eyes.

"I didn't want to go to Yale. If I could go back and change it I wouldn't. Because I'm here with you. Right where I want to be. And I write. You can read it if you want. Just promise not to laugh. I'm getting my doctorates in English and I fucking love sports marketing. And so what if that's because of you. You made me find all of my favorite things. Because when I'm with you I'm free. I fucking love you Paige you could never hold me back. Even if you tired to." I said breathlessly.

"Can I read it?" She asked with a teary eyes smile.

A/n

Guys 100k on my first Paige book. Are you kidding me thank you all so much for all the love and support.