🔥 | GL/WLW

Day 97.

You wipe sweat from your face after practice, scrolling through your notifications until her name lights up your screen:

Paige 🏀: Streak. You’re slow today. Don’t tell me practice wore you out already.

You smirk, fingers flying across the keyboard:

You: Please. I’m saving my energy for when we play you next week.

The dots appear instantly, and you know she’s grinning on the other end.

Paige 🏀: Good. I like when you try.

Your chest tightens—not from competition, but from the way she’s always two steps ahead, even in conversation. Before you can reply, another message pops up:

Paige 🏀: But seriously… how was practice?

You exhale slowly, letting your guard down in a way only she can make you do. You send back a quick voice note, telling her about drills, upcoming plays, and how you’re feeling. She listens—she always does.

Later that night, as you’re lying in bed, your phone vibrates again:

Paige 🏀: Game’s on ESPN next week. I’ll be watching… even if I’m supposed to be scouting.

You laugh softly, shaking your head. It’s impossible to forget she’s technically your rival—but she’s also the first person you want to talk to after every game, every practice, every win or loss.

And as you send back a playful “Don’t blink—you might miss me dropping 30,” you realize that TikTok isn’t just about streaks anymore. It’s become your favorite part of the day—and maybe, just maybe, hers too.