give me your eyes, I need sunshine
caitlin clark couldnât catch a break.
she was sick of it all. the media, her family, connor, even the wnba itself. she hated feeling like something she wasnât, and what was worse was knowing some of that was a box she had put herself in.
so of courseâŚthe epitome, the opposite of her failure to be truly authentic was right around the corner from her in the boarding lounge on a flight to cancun.
angel reese. tanned, body perfectly proportioned. she hadnât been able to believe some of the things the trolls had said about her. of course, this was when she still thought she could stay ahead of the storm that was the 24-hour news cycle in America (and yes, it had seeped into sports reporting too). in the days after their infamous showdown, she had complimented her as a player. as a competitor, as a rival. normal things.
not that she had noticed any other attributes. like the cinnamon complexion and figure mentioned above. or how angel smelled heavenly even when they had been in close contact during the lsu game after hours of sweating. and every game since then even through their professional careers. that perfume coming up, again and again, she hadnât changed it in the years that followed. caitlin was glad. and caitlin hadnât noticed her eyes, heavy lashed and dark chocolatey brown as they had stared her dead on with her hand in her face during that infamous taunt she had pretended not to see in her periphery that was crystal clear in her memory, taunting her, edging-
caitlin snapped back to reality. woah, this was not normal. in fact, it was an almost too on the nose reminder of everything she was pushing down.
she grimaced. she hoped, at least that they didnât run into each other at the resort, that angel was staying at a different locale on the island. she wasnât even thinking about the seats in the plane. no way fate could be that funny. she thumbed the paper boarding pass her mother always encouraged her to print out absentmindedly between her fingers. 2a.
unbeknownst to all this, angel checked her e-pass across the room. 2b. she hoped her sunglasses and headphones would hide her, and that she wouldnât be sat next to any strange seatmate with odd wnba takes. hopefully, they knew nothing about the game of basketball at all. âď¸
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