And I'll call you mine { Paige Bueckers}

Part 3

Present day

Juliet jones

Paige and I are currently at a party right now. This year I've decided I'm getting over her. I've spent all four years of my collegiate career trying to get her to even acknowledge the fact that we hooked up.

Ever since that day almost 6 years ago she hasn't spoken a word about what happened. I mean we lost our virginity's to each other. Well at least I know I lost mine to her. And she knows that to we had talked about it plenty of times before.

She's had no trouble moving on from me so I don't know what's tying me to her. She's dated exactly 4 girls since my 16th birthday. Two of them live in Minnesota and two of them live here. All of them have hated me because of the way we act. We're still best friends. We have sleep overs and hang out all the time.

Boys and girls won't even look my way because Paige is always looming over my shoulder scaring them away. The basketball team here at UConn has a reputation. They walk into a room and all eyes are on them. If one of them is at a party everyone knows. It's kind of hard to not tell considering they're all way too tall.

Crowds part ways to let them through. And considering practically all my friends are on the team people group me in with them. Seeing as Paige is conveniently distracted with a game of beer pong. I took this as my chance to dance with someone maybe even find someone to hook up with. Anyone to distract me from that tall blonde.

I made my way out to the dance floor. My tight skirt and small top aiding in my efforts to find someone to dance with. I begin to dance on my own before I start to feel eyes on me. I feel up and down my body tossing my strawberry blonde hair over one shoulder and closing my eyes. I continue to sway when I feel a presence behind me.

I coolly turn around and come eye to eye with another girl. She has dark brown shoulder length hair. She's wearing a tight black dress and her mascara is smudged under her eyes. I toss my arms over her shoulders and she rests hers on my waist pulling me flush against her body.

We sway our hips against one another and I feel her begin to distance herself from me. I thought maybe she was trying to lead me somewhere maybe to a more secluded corner of this very busy party. But when her hands swiftly disappeared from my hips and stood still by her face claiming her innocents.

I knew exactly who was yet again looming over my shoulder. I turned only my head and my eyes catching her in my peripheral vison before she abruptly turned me around.

"You never let me have any fun." I said in a pouty tone my body feeling much more intoxicated as I attempted to form sentences.

"You don't need to have fun. Come on let's go." She said as she wrapped one arm around my waist and hoisted me up into her arms. My legs wrapping around her torso and my arms around her neck. I slumped my head against her shoulder as she carried me out of the party.

Now that I was still I could feel my head spinning and my stomach curdling. "You have fun all the time." I said whining. "I have fun when I'm sober and not with girls I just met." She said sassily. My eyelids started to droop along with my body. "Oh who cares if I just met her. And you know I need some liquid courage." I said now putting all my weight into Paige's Arms.

"I care if you just met her." She said her voice surprisingly serious. This made me shut up immediately knowing I'm far too drunk for this conversation. Before I knew it we were in Paige's dorm and as soon as she set me down on her bed I felt like I was going to hurl.

So she rushed me to the bathroom. Bending me over the toilet and pulling my hair back into a make shift pony tail. As I absolutely puked my guts out. Once I was done she took a wash cloth and whipped my face and made me rinse with mouth wash.

After that she took my back to her room and dressed me in one of her basketball t shirts and shorts before tucking me into her covers and before I knew it I was out like a light.

The next morning I woke up late. All the girls were already at morning weights. Hence why Paige was completely sober last night. When I woke up her Stanley was filled with ice water and two Tylenol were placed neatly onto the lid.

After I laid in her bed for a while and promised to myself never to drink again. I rolled out of bed and dressed myself in one of her hoodies and a pair of sweats I keep at her dorm. I left to get coffee. And as I walked up to the counter to order the kind barista took notice of my hoddie. That conveniently had a husky along with a number five embroidered onto the chest.

"Paige buckets." She said smiling. "Yep. Know her since we were in diapers." I said jokingly. She paused for a moment then asked. "Are you two like a thing?" She asked curiously. And in my opinion it was an overstep as I don't even know this girls name.

"Nope not a thing. Best friends." I said as kindly as possible.