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CHAPTER TWO -Family Game Night- 02
Paige had been coming to our house less, because basketball season was right around the corner. And although I was happy I didn't have to watch Amelia kiss and cuddle the girl that I liked, I missed Paige's presence. These last two weeks have been the closest i've ever been to Paige.
Luckily for me,Paige was coming over tonight. It was family game night but mom always let me bring Jennie so Amelia decided to bring Paige.
Yes I will admit that I want to look my best in the presence of thee Paige Bueckers and yes it may have been wrong, because she's my sister girlfriend, but me getting all cute can do no harm.
I did my hair in a way that didn't give off 'I want to impress you vibes' but also 'I don't give a shit about your opinion vibes'. I did some light makeup consisting of mascara and some lipgloss. I threw on my favorite dark blue hoodie that read UConn Women's Volleyball on it. Along with a pair of grey sweat and my fuzzy socks with spongebob on them.
I facetimed Jennie as she drove to my house to kill time.
"So are you excited that your bae is coming over?" she giggles, knowing it's not funny.
"Paige is not my bae. I mean in my dreams yeah, but real life? No."
"Mmm, I don't know. You two would be a cute couple."
I huff and roll over onto my back as I lie on my bed.
"Shut up and drive you dork." I say making us both laugh.
I continue to talk to Jennie as she drives, until I hear a knock on my door.
"Hold on ill brb." I mute my phone and put Jennie off my vanity and I open my door to see Amelia.
"Oh hey Amelia!" I smile.
Amelia only frowns, looking me up and down. I begin to feel self conscious and I sink into myself. Why was she acting weird all of a sudden?
"Hey...Can I ask you something?"
I become anxious and wonder what she could be acting so weird.
"Yeah, What's up?"
"I don't want to ask this...but could you maybe put on a bra since Paige is coming over? Me and Paige are getting pretty serious and I don't feel comfortable with you not wearing bra when she's here."
She folds her arms and rocks back on her heels avoiding eye contact with me. Why would she ask me something like that? What I do with my body is none of her concern. And she should trust Paige enough to not stare at my boobs anyway. I feel my blood boil and my confidence kicks up a notch. She thinks I could steal Paige from her. I roll my and scoff.
