OUR SECRET SPOT-Paige Bueckers

The air in the UConn dorm room crackled with an almost tangible tension, a familiar precursor to Maggie Reynn’s dramatic entrances. “Rowan! Have you seen this shit?!” Maggie’s voice, a high-pitched shriek, pierced through the quiet, followed by the sound of her small but forceful frame barreling into the room. Rowan, settled into her usual spot with a book, barely registered the disruption. She knew, with a weary certainty, that whatever Maggie was about to thrust into her face, it would inevitably involve her and Paige Bueckers.
“Girl read the article!” Maggie insisted, shoving her phone into Rowan’s personal space. Rowan snatched it, her eyes scanning the familiar headline. Another comparison. Another reminder of the girl who perpetually haunted her thoughts. A huff escaped her lips, laced with a mix of frustration and resignation. This was her life now, intertwined with a blonde basketball star she couldn't escape, even if she wanted to.
