Daylight - Paige Bueckers

i'm such a slut

April 12, 2023

Alex's POV:

I'm sitting at my desk, working on a psych paper that I have due later this week, when I'm interrupted by my phone vibrating next to me.

Paige Bueckers 

Hey

Wyd later 

well i should be working on my paper 

but do u have something better in mind?

Yes

Guess what

what 🤨

I'm allowed to start shooting today 

So I was wondering if you'd wanna come 

to the practice gym and watch 

If you wanna 

omg !!!!

that's great news 🥰

i get to watch THE paige bueckers in action ???

Try not to get horny 

impossible 😔

Meet me there at 6

see u then !!

** * **

I made my way to the practice gym, my heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. I had seen Paige play countless times, but this felt different. It wasn't just a casual invite—it felt personal, intimate. 

When I stepped into the gym, the sound of sneakers squeaking on the court and the steady thump of a basketball echoed through the space. Paige was already out there, dressed in her practice gear, her blonde hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She was shooting from the free-throw line, her form smooth and controlled, though I could tell she was taking it easy, probably on Geno's orders.

Paige spotted me out of the corner of her eye and turned, a bright smile lighting up her face. "Hey!" she called, jogging over as soon as she made her shot. "You made it."

I grinned, leaning against the railing near the bleachers. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Paige stopped in front of me, wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. "Thanks for coming. It's been forever since I've been allowed to do anything more than drills, and I needed someone here to keep me motivated."

I laughed softly. "Like you need motivation to shoot hoops."

She chuckled, her eyes twinkling with a mix of relief and excitement. "True, but it's different when you're watching." She winked playfully before stepping back toward the court. "Wanna see if I still got it?"

I crossed my arms, pretending to look serious. "I'm expecting some magic out there, Bueckers. No pressure."

Paige smirked, bouncing the ball a couple of times. "Oh, I got you." She jogged back to the three-point line, setting her feet, and took a shot. The ball sailed through the air in a perfect arc before swishing through the net without touching the rim.