paige's pov
"faster!" geno yelled as the team was doing pre-practice warm ups, running around the court as part of our usual routine.
while running, i looked over to the bleachers, seeing mya and carter discussing things on mya's notepad. i smiled to myself, seeing her pretty face and her smile as she talked. i was jealous though. i mean there was no reason for me to be, considering the fact that she smiled whenever talking to anyone, so i was probably just being selfish.
i was still admiring her until geno decided to stand infront both of them, blocking my view. "you're playing basketball paige! not looking at your two physio's! three more laps for you!" he instructed.
i let out a groan, as i went back to focusing on the laps and the extra laps he added, the thought of mya still in the back of my mind.
i finally finished not long after, finally being able to take a break. i went to mya, seeing as she smiled as i walk closer.
she handed me her water bottle, knowing i always forget to bring mine.
"thanks baby" i thanked, gulping down her water like a thirsty elephant.
"maybe you should focus more on practice then looking at me y'know" she commented.
i moved closer to her, pretending to put her bottle down as i whispered into her ear. "maybe you should stop looking so sexy and cute all the time." i smirked as i pull back, now noticing her flushed face.
"w-w-whatever..." she replied. "y-you have an appointment in 10 minutes, so dont be late."
i walked backwards, still facing her. "i would never make a pretty girl like you wait for me." i said as i ran back to where the team was.
mya's pov
the 10 minutes arrived not long later, revealing paige stepping in.
"told you ma" she remarked, feeling proud of herself.
"okay, okay, now get your ass on the bench." i ordered as she made her way over.
she laid down on her back, purposely pulling her jersey up until her abs were visible, making me scoff but admire it at the same time.
i shake my head off my thoughts, pulling her jersey bacj to cover her upper body, my hands making their way to her knee, doing what we initially were supposed to do.
"you dont like my abs?" she pouted playfully, knowing fully i admired her abs, and her muscles everywhere else for that matter.
"i do, but we have to do what we're supposed to do, and not have a make out session here"
"awwww" she pouted
"you already had me this morning, what more do you want huh?"
"you... again" she answered.
"well too bad, i have a job to get done."
she groaned, her head lying back on the bench as she covered her face with her hands.
i did my check ups on her knee, and seeing that it was fine, i removed my hands with a sigh, looking at her, which was now smirking.
"your job's done now, sooooooo"
"paige madison bueckers." i spoke out.
her grin faded, her face now showing a mix of fear and disappointment. i have never called her by her full name before, and now that i did, i knew the effect it would have on her.
"y-y-yes m-ma'am?" she stuttered.
i couldnt help but smirk at her adress. "ma'am now huh?"
"w-w-well..." she stuttered once again, as my fingers traced her toned arms, and i could tell it was turning her on more by the way her breath was hitching.
my fingers traveled from her arms, to her toned stomach, to her pants, before slipping them under.
my fingers traced the waistband of her boxers until there was a knock on my door. "FUCK YOU" paige cursed at the door as i had to take out my hand, chuckling at her expression as i went to open the door.
author's note
ima end this chapter here, im tired. gn.
