going to UCONN for four years now, you were well aware of the insane parties that were thrown at least three times a week.

you were also well aware of paige bueckers.

it’d be a crime not to at least know the redshirt senior’s name. she was popular in the women’s basketball world, and in talk between peers.

she was also extremely attractive. like, fine. girls and boys alike were enamored with her. the way she carried herself showed she knew it. it was hot.

you were just at another one of the infamous parties, talking to a friend. as you sipped on some random concoction in a red solo cup, your eyes met hers. you held the eye contact for longer than needed before ending it.

“quit eye fucking paige bueckers.” one of your friends, maya, tuned in, shoving you gently. you laughed it off, getting back into the conversation.

later that night, apparently paige decided she needed to know more about you. she had seen you around, sure, she had plenty of classes with you. but you always remained a nameless campus crush for her. the way you looked at her proved you felt the same. even if you didn’t, she knew she’d at least get a good makeout session from you. she had a way of dragging people in easily.

she made her way over to you after a few drinks, and caught your gaze yet again when she was halfway to your spot. the way she walked was even hot. this girl was going to be the death of you.

she walked up to you and azzi, her fellow teammate and mutual friend of the two of you. she slung an arm over your shoulder, her eyes slowly dragging up and down your mostly exposed body. the tank top and mini skirt you had on did wonders for your frame.

“don’t act like i ain’t seen you lookin’ at me, ma. lemme get you right.” she said, sparing azzi a wave. for some reason, your body just let her take control. something about her made you feel safe with her taking you anywhere.