when paige meets the new transfer to the team... again paigexfemoc

Raina Monica Hill has been famous since birth-daughter of R&B royalty, heartbreak in her pen, and softness that stings if you get too close. Her viral debut album Soft Doesn't Mean Safe wasn't supposed to turn her into a campus legend. She just needed to get it out of her system before moving on and focusing on her business. But peace is a luxury. And Paige Bueckers? Is a problem. Star guard of the UConn women's basketball team, Paige is magnetic, untouchable, and not even trying to flirt-until Raina's roommate, who happens to be besties with the whole roster, drags her straight into the team's orbit. What starts as casual tension turns into midnight conversations, inside jokes, and stolen glances that feel too close to the lyrics Raina swore she'd never live again. But when feelings grow deeper, and secrets from Paige's past start to surface, the same walls that protect them might be the ones that tear them apart. Because love is music-and neither of them knows the key.

completed short love story of Paige Bueckers and Y/N. authors note: I love azzi I just needed to portray her this way for the plot . AND every now and then when I feel inspired ill edit some pages and add chapters so :> This is all FICTIONAL thx bye

~ what happens when a UCONN track star gets invited to a party and her and a UCONN womens basketball star hit it off? paige and mahlia's love story follows the highs and lows of young romance, from playful dates and late-night facetimes to heartbreak, rebuilding trust, and falling in love all over again. throughout laughter and moments of growth, they learn that real love is about choosing each other every single day. - based off of "Spring Into Summer" by Lizzy McAlpine

"𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙗 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣' 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪." what happens when a UCONN womens basketball star finds herself searching for one girl on the dance floor? this story follows two college students who fall for each other through friendship and quiet moments of care. besides past heartbreak, family, and time apart, they learn to trust love again-together. messy beginnings form into a deep connection and their relationship grows into something real and lasting.

❝ if I knew that i'd end up with you then I would've been pretended we were together. ❞ She stares at me, all the air in my lungs stuck in my throat. I'm making sure i'm not wasting one second of the life I have . . . / 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑮𝑬 𝑩𝑼𝑬𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑹𝑺 © skullhoe

sequel to Five Star. - Jenna Midow never understood how celebrities would love in secret - until she experienced it herself. - "Love is never physically defined, I suppose. You used to tell me love is blind," I looked at Mia as I slipped my sweatshirt over my head, letting out a breath of what i figured was relief. "and I truly believe you now. It's just a matter of finding someone whose soul completes yours."

"ᴄᴀɴ ᴊᴇɴɴᴀ ᴍɪᴅᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪꜱ? ᴏʀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀ ꜱɴᴇᴀᴋᴇʀꜱ- ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴜᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜᴄᴏɴɴ? ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱɪɴᴋ ᴜᴄᴏɴɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴄʟᴀʀᴋ-"

"ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴀɪɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴍɪʟʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ, ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪɴɢ? ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ! ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀʏꜱ ɪɴ ɴᴄᴀᴀ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ!"

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."