Paige Bueckers Younger Novels & Stories

I purse my lips together, looking at him. “Third group. Are you supposed to be up already? That looked bad yesterday,” he says to me as I chuckle. ‘I am good. Don’t worry. I assure him as the little blonde with a scared on the left cheek pins down another white coat warrior to the mat. “What’s her name?” I ask Theo as she smirks, trying to help the man from the ground. “Her? Becky. Twenty and one elite” he explains to me as I nod my head, studying the other elites who are training today.

Beckett couldn't help but grin at that. He was sure that if Paige wasn't there, Jeru would have gone home by now because he couldn't stand the reporters' pestering. In contrast to his facade, he hated crowds, same as Beckett. “Anyway, her name’s Paige. Paige Dimagiba, Trace’s younger sister,” Beckett said to Vivianne, who was still staring at Paige now. Vivianne's lips pursed. So that's why the girl's face seemed somewhat familiar to her. She was one of the names on Alfred's list when he became interested in Foedus. Nonetheless, no one could touch Paige because they would be up against the whole Foedus.

“Fine. Since you seem confident, why don’t you play something for us? I’d love to see what someone of your… insight considers real music.” She stepped away from the piano with an exaggerated smile. “Please, be my guest.” Briella lowered her gaze with a small sigh. So sure of herself. It’s exhausting. From the center of the crowd, Connor frowned. To him, Briella was being unnecessarily difficult. ‘Paige’s skill is already top-tier among the younger generation. This woman is just being combative. She’s only got her looks going for her—no wonder she got the assistant spot underlight BM Group. Must’ve been luck.’

She asked him in a whispering tone. "I said, I love you and I want you" he replied. Paige lowered her gaze and gave a soft chuckle. It sounded like dream to her. Paige was just a nineteen year old girl while Nate was a year older than she is. She was more than 5ft tall with dark brown hair. Her eyes were light brown with her hairy lashes. She was very light skinned but very beautiful at the same time. Her beautiful heart face that matches with every other thing that's on it. Her nose, lips, eyes, everything was just perfectly made.

'Maya Moore is better'. 'No. Elena Donne is better'. Pokello countered. 'What big award has she gotten?' 'WNBA rookie of the year?' 'Maya was 3_time Georgia 5A player of the year'. 'Elena has been CAA scholar-athlete of the year and she's 6ft5!' 'You are taller than me but I play better'. 'No you don't'. 'She's captain, Pokello'. Katie butted in. 'Ladies! This is a sleepover, we should be talking makeovers, mani/pedis, outfits and boys'. Queenie said

I whispered, stunned. "Duh. We're nineteen," Beatrice said like it was obvious. "Come on." "I was sixteen," the youngest bragged with a shrug. I just stared, feeling like I'd missed some mandatory life milestone. (I'm eighteen, for the record.) "So I'm literally the only one..." "Last virgin standing," Beatrice teased softly, bumping my shoulder. "We kinda figured. Eunice doesn't even date. How are you supposed to get fucked without a boyfriend?"