Paige bueckers. She’s a flirt, a playboy, a sleep around and find out girl.

You know you’d get attached. You always do. But you couldn’t help it.

Last weekend you blew up and sent her multiple angry texts saying you wanted to end it.

You can’t do this anymore. You don’t wanna be a secret or something casual.

You hear a knock on your door, thinking it’s the food you ordered you get up, your expression dropping

“Hey” she awkwardly offers, scratching her neck, trying to appear casual