POSE - Paige Bueckers

10- this is what i get for being a slut i guess

As I got ready to go out with Paige and some other girls from the team, my only thought was her.

However much I hated to admit it, Paige was growing on me. I mean she was nothing if not determined, she could hold banter without getting offended, and we did have some serious chemistry. There's that spark that everyone always talks about, like when our eyes meet, and my whole chest feels a pull like a magnet, or a moth to flaming red matches. Hence why choosing what to wear took so long. I genuinely think I went through ten different outfit options, from dresses to pants, too-low-cut tops and too-loose skirts, and back to pants, all before settling back on the first thing I tried on.

I wore a black mini skirt with a small slit, with sheer black tights covering my exposed, long legs. A cropped black and red band tee covered my torso, however, it hung high enough to expose my midsection when I moved and stretched, teasing if you paid attention (which, let's be honest of course Paige will be), but not desperate, or slutty. Deciding to straighten my long hair and leave it down, I darken up my daytime makeup by adding more smoke to my smokey liner, highlighting my eyes with more shimmer too, and darkening my lips with a deep cherry-wine red lipstick. I know I look damn good.

Getting ready with Ang was one of my favorite things we did together, we always set each other's mood just right. She was currently wearing a low-cut white halter tank top, paired with high-waisted boot-cut black jeans. Leaning over the mirror in our bathroom as she lined her lips, I held up my two options, gold hoops with small ornate daggers hanging from them, or a silver necklace, deciding between the two metals was always a struggle for me. "Hoops definitely, it brings attention to your eyes, if you were wearing something low cut I would say the necklace," she says with only a glance between the two options. "You're probably right," I reply. My eyes were what I considered my best feature, a cool green mixed with a small ring of brown in one, the bright contrast to my pale skin always drawing the attention and compliments of others. "You wanna wear the necklace then?" I ask, hinting at whether or not she wants someone looking at her boobs, hoping to know more about her and Nika.

She pauses her lining, giving me a small side eye, "Maybe, but why do you sound like that, what are you planning?"

"I'm not planning anything, and you're wearing the necklace, end of story," I say, moving her curled hair to one side so I could clasp it on her. It was a simple thing really, a small silver moon hung from a dainty chain, one of many matching sun and moon jewelry Ang and I had, the moon always being mine, but we shared most of our belongings anyways. I leave her to finish her makeup in the bathroom, moving to deck out my fingers in my signature excessive rings. I justify wearing so many by the fact that they're all thin and dainty things, my favorite one being a gilded wreath of ivy.

It was already 8:30 pm, and agreeing to meet Paige at her place before heading out meant we need to get going soon. "Ang, are you almost done?" I shout to the other room, hoping she won't redo something again out of nerves, she tended to do that in order to delay going out. Don't get me wrong, we both always had fun going out and stuff, but Angie more so than me got anxious around new people and situations, often needing a few drinks in her system before the lightweight could breathe comfortably. "Yeah almost," I hear her voice moving closer to me as she speaks, "ok be honest what do we think, too slutty?"

"Just slutty enough," I say, her loosely curled hair was pulled back into a half up half down, with light makeup gracing her already clear skin and soft features. Angelina rarely wore low-cut things, so this definitely meant she was trying to impress someone. That's so gay.

"What about me, is the skirt too much or is it good, I don't know what kind of place we're going to, so docs or converse?" I semi-rush out.

"It's definitely the perfect mix of 'you can't have me' and 'I know you want me', also docs, you wanna be more eye level for Paige after all," she says before walking away. "Bitch!" I shout at her laughing back. I post a quick mirror photo of my outfit, deciding she's right about being eye level with Paige.