"𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍"

" 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩? " 𝐊𝐊 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝. "𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭? " " 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. "

a collection of imagines about loving Paige Bueckers.

what the title says

Juni Crane, is the perfect woman. a third grade teacher, volunteers to the community, takes care of her father, mothers her brother, reads, smart and so much more. She's in a crisis, she's 25. single, countless first dates, tinder, and an raging shitty ex. With the constant fear of her dying alone, Juni finds herself seeking dating tips and guidance from the rising well know star Paige Bueckers, to find her perfect one.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵.

I moved to the sink, pretending she wasn't there. My fingers rubbed the soap into a lather, the rhythm grounding me. Her gaze bore into my back, heavy and unyielding. "Um, Kartier, can we ta-" "Don't call me that," I cut her off, my voice low but sharp. The nickname sat between us like a shard of glass, a reminder of everything we weren't anymore. I focused on washing my hands, refusing to meet her eyes. Her voice softened. "Well... Karter, can we talk? Please?" I turned slowly, squinting at her. "Why now, Aubrey? After five years? You know how weird that is?" My words were harsher than I intended, but the wound was still raw, even if the scar had formed over it. Her expression faltered, the shine in her eyes turning glassy. She looked away, and I could see her swallow hard, her chest rising and falling with the weight of whatever she wanted to say. "I can explain what happened," she started, her voice fragile, almost lost. "I just... I need you to let me. I want to clear things up between us." I studied her, trying to find the truth beneath her pleading eyes. Sympathy tugged at the edges of my resolve, but I buried it deep. She had her chance, and what she did-it still burned. "Clear things up?" I let out a dry laugh, my tone hollow. "I don't care, Aubrey. I don't need your explanations or your apologies. I don't want you calling me, texting me, none of that. Just... stay away from me."