I've got 99 problems and 1 more follower is one. ;D LOL just kidding! :D Almost 100 followers! Idk what that means for other writers but for me it's an accomplishment I could have only dreamed of. I honestly and dearly appreciate each and every one of you guys. Your support means everything. I can't say it enough, how much you all inspire me. We're a little bit past half way with the story. But don't worry you will gradually learn more about Paige's past and her ex as I'm trying to find the right times to add them into the story. I felt like my vocabulary could have been better but I wanted to give you a quick update since I left you guys in a rocky place, so I apologize in advance hehe... Hope you enjoy!

Chapter X

Paige POV

"Paige! I'm open!" Karly yells to the distracted soccer player sprinting towards the goal, dribbling the ball with her feet clad cleats.

Paige determinedly and powerfully kicks the soccer ball into the netted goal. After a beat, Coach Duffy blows the whistle, signifying to bring the ball back to center line for kickoff.

It was Monday morning and the Rosewood Sharks Varsity Soccer Team was split into two, as they were scrimmaging against each other for practice. Paige still had Friday evening on her mind, which alluded the teenager's focus on Emily rather than the practice soccer match.

Emily had phoned her multiple times leaving voicemails and text messages apologizing for how she had betrayed Paige, but the soccer player wasn't having any of it. Rarely did Paige get upset or show that she was, but when she did, one could die of frostbite from how icy the girl could be.

"What the hell Paige, I was open." Karly weakly shoves her best friend.

"Sorry Karls, I didn't see you… I was in my head." Paige apologizes sincerely as they get into position for the kickoff.

Karly sighs, guilty for getting frustrated with her friend, "What's wrong with you? You've been acting different… does this have to do with what Fields did?"

Paige shoots her teammate an expression saying, 'Later Karly.'

Emily POV

"Wake up!" Hanna grunts while hauling the covers off of the swimmer before she tugs open the blinds in Emily's bedroom.

The tanned teenager elicits a muffled groan after placing a pillow on her face in attempt to keep the sunlight from blinding her sensitive eyes filled with sleep, "If I wanted to be in military school, I would of joined my dad in Texas."

"Come on, you're going to go fix what you did to Paige." Hanna affirms as she turns to face Emily whilst placing her hands on her hips.

"Why?" Emily mutters well knowing why. "I basically implied to the whole school that I was cheating on her. What could I possibly do to fix that?" The bronzed beauty continues, ashamed of how she didn't think her actions through before.

Hanna feeling slightly guilty for how bad her best friend was feeling, explains, "It would of looked more like cheating if Paige wasn't there or if she hadn't been dancing with you a second before. Since you two were, it just looked like you were rubbing a break up in her face."

Emily scoffs sarcastically from under the pillow, "Wow, that makes it so much better, Han."

The blue-eyed beauty chimes, "What? I'm just trying to help. But I wouldn't have to if you weren't acting so freaking stupid that night."

"I need to hire a new best friend." Emily mumbles.

Hanna asserts, "No, what you need to do is tell me why you did what you did? That's not like you."

After a beat Hanna confides gently, "How could you do that to Paige, Em?"

The swimmer sighs fed up with the drama, "I don't know Hanna."

The fashionable blonde brushes off her friend's lack of a real response, "What's been going on with you and Paige? I know there's something between you two…no one is that good at pretending to be girlfriends. Up until Shana's party you guys were too cute for words. But then that kiss before Homecoming…" Hanna confesses pointedly.

"That's the problem, there's nothing going on between us." Emily finally removes the pillow from her face pushing herself to sit up on her bed, meeting Hanna's stare from the window seat.

"I'm listening." Hanna smirks in anticipation as she saunters to sit in front of Emily on her bed.

Emily sighs, finally revealing her feelings for Paige, "I'm falling for her, Hanna."

Hanna scoffs knowingly, "Honey, I think you already fell."

Emily surprised by her best friend's reaction, "Wait what? How did you know?"

The blonde beauty raises her eyebrows astounded, "Um how did I not know? Since the first day you saw her you've been drooling uncontrollably over her."

The stunning swimmer widens her eyes in disbelief while she attempted to defend herself, "I have not! And that's disgusting."

"Is the feeling mutual?" Hanna continues.

Emily shoots her a look of disbelief, "Do you really think if I knew Paige felt the same way I would be here sulking right now?"

"So if you have feelings for Paige, then why not tell her? And better yet, why the hell have you been getting closer to your ex?" Hanna poses the obvious.

Emily sighs, "Because it can't go anywhere with Paige. She's not a one-woman kind of girl. I want a serious future with someone. And I thought Samara would make Paige jealous, but instead it just made me look like an unfaithful girlfriend to the entire school."

"There's no way Paige isn't girlfriend material. I've seen the way she is with you. The way she protectively wraps her arm around you, and kisses the side of your head or cheek. Those are straight up relationship moves, not 'let me get in your pants' moves." Hanna asserts keenly.

'Maybe they're not, but those moves got Paige in my pants anyway.' Emily thought dryly as she was trying to force the tints of red off of her cheeks.

Emily rolls her eyes from frustration, "I'm aware of that because that's what we were doing, Han. We were pretending to be in a relationship."

Now it was Hanna's turn to roll her eyes at her best friend, "That's not the point I was trying to make. The point is, that she was so comfortable being all girlfriend like with you, which means she has probably been in a relationship before, which also means she's capable of being committed."

"It doesn't matter if she's been in a relationship before, what matters is what she's like now. And right now Paige isn't for relationships."

The fashionable blonde sighs in defeat, "Look we'll continue this later…right now you need to go apologize to Paige because she's still our friend that you screwed over."

Emily deflates, "Thanks for the reminder, Han."

Paige POV

"But why would she do that?" Millie blurts while amusedly laying on the ground panting for air, as they had just completed countless suicide running drills after their scrimmage.

Paige replies breathless as she's slouched over, supporting her weight with her hands on her knees, "Honestly, I don't know. I guess her plan was to get Samara back since the beginning. I just wish she would of told me instead of me having to find out like that…as well as our entire school."

"So are you guys 'fake' broken up now?" Karly scoffs, amused by such the bizarre predicament Paige and Emily were in, as she was slouched over on the ground with her arms wrapped around her knees, huffing for air.

Paige chuckles at Millie's sprawled out position, as she resembled a star fish laying on the rich green grass, before answering Karly's question, "I think she got the message that the deal was off."

"You should talk to her. I'm sure there's an explanation." Millie puffs while Paige pulls her by both hands, up to her feet.

Paige squints from the searing sunlight rays reflecting in her eyes, "The last thing I want to do is talk to her. I'm tired of dealing with all the drama."

Karly sighs, "Paige, you can't just run from your problems. It's only going to make things worse."

"After those drills I don't think either of us will be able to go anywhere, let alone run." Millie pitches still trying to catch her breath.

Coach Duffy obnoxiously blows her whistle, "That's enough rest, ladies! Let's get some passing drills in before we have to get showered!"

"Damn it." Millie mutters, cursing that soccer practice wasn't over yet.

"Up-sa-daisies, Karls." Paige teases as she pulls her other friend up from the green lawn.

Emily POV

Emily makes her way with two coffee cups in hand to the center of the bleachers as she watches the last few minutes of soccer practice. She was planning to catch Paige so they could talk before they ended up having an awkward first period together.

As Emily hears Coach Duffy blow her whistle signifying the end of practice, she sees Millie nudge Paige, coaxing her to look in the direction of where she was sitting.

Emily throws Paige a wave with a shy smile as she had caught sight of her, only for the soccer player to shift her attention back to her teammates while continuing on to the locker room.

Emily's heart sunk. This was the first time Paige had chose to ignore her in person and she instantly noted that she absolutely hated the feeling.

The bronzed beauty decided to wait by the exit of the gymnasium until her favorite soccer player would enter into the main hallway.

"Paige, hey." The swimmer calls as she pushes herself off the wall she was leaning on after she spotted Paige walk right past her.

The raven-haired beauty jogs a few steps to catch up to the taller brunette.

"I got you some coffee." Emily offers sweetly before she thrusts the cup to some random student passing, once she realized Paige wasn't going to take it.

"I was wondering if you got my messages?" Emily asks shyly as she was finally pacing next to the sexy soccer player.

Paige continues to stroll to class while keeping her gaze forward, "Yup."

The tan teenager persists, "Well did you read and listen to them?"

The athletic brunette chirps, still keeping her stare ahead, "Nope."

The frostbite had already started to sting before it began to feel numb all over the swimmer's body. Fed up with Paige being so aloof with her, Emily clutches her arm halting them both in the hallway.

Emily bores into the slender beauty's eyes, "Paige please, I'm trying here… I'm sorry."

"And I'm done." Paige replies casually yet with no malice in her voice, before she continues to class not waiting for Emily to join her.

Emily deflates as she watches the girl walk away from her.

The truth was Emily was sorry, but she didn't know how to explain what she did without revealing her feelings for the girl. She continued to hope that Paige would eventually just forgive her without asking her too many questions.

Chemistry class had left anything but chemistry between the two athletes. Both girls had felt beyond awkward, although Paige had acted like Emily was just another student she had to work with.

"Paige, can we please talk about it. I know I messed up and I feel more than awful. Just let me fix it." Emily pleads as she follows Paige out of their first period class.

The soccer player abruptly stops in the hallway, meeting Emily's pleading stare, "I don't want to talk Emily." Paige soothes politely.

Paige makes to move only for Emily to firmly grip her wrist.

The swimmer poses forlornly, "So what? That's it? We're just not going to be in each other's lives anymore?"

Paige's finally relenting eyes bore into the swimmer's orbs, about to answer, only for her stare to flit to a tall blonde sauntering over in their direction from behind the bronzed beauty. "Emily!"

Emily slowly shuts her eyes momentarily, praying she didn't just hear Samara calling her name.

Paige transfers her altered gaze back to Emily's pleading eyes, holding a knowing stare for a beat before turning around to make her way to her next class.

Emily POV

"She hates me." Emily slumps over the lunch table.

Aria sighs, "Paige could never hate you."

"Oh really? Then how come she's not sitting with us at lunch, let alone not even in the cafeteria at all?" Emily dots with brushing a hand through her hair.

Spencer chimes in, "Don't sweat it, she's just studying for her French exam in the library with one of her teammates."

'Right. She's studying.' Emily thought sarcastically as she had a pretty good idea which teammate Paige was 'studying' with.

"Does this teammate happen to look like a young Adriana Lima?" Emily asks, hoping her assumptions were wrong.

Spencer scrunches her eyebrows together, bewildered, "Who?"

Hanna rolls her eyes before pitching in, "One of the hottest Victoria's Secret models?"

Spencer takes a moment to ponder, "Oh her? …Uh yeah, now that I think of it, Nina kind of does."

"Perfect." Emily sarcastically mutters to herself in defeat.

Spencer adds casually, "Why is that such a bad thing? I mean everyone knows you're moving on with Samara…at least Paige won't appear as the sad puppy that got stranded on the street."

"Not helping." Emily blurts, remembering how guilty she felt.

Emily takes a moment to digest what Spencer had just said. The swimmer finally questions perplexed, "Wait, what do you mean I'm moving on with Samara?"

"Isn't that what your plan was since the beginning?" Spencer quips back just as confused.

Hanna rolls her eyes before adding, "Hello, she's in lo- Ow!"

The swimmer smiles through gritted teeth while shooting her blonde best friend a pointed look, "I'm sorry Han, my foot slipped."

"So why couldn't you just 'fake' break up with Paige before getting with Samara?" Aria questions.

Emily sighs feeling horrible, "We were arguing before, I was upset and I got caught in the moment. I didn't think it through... and I'm not with Samara."

"Well not yet." Spencer mumbles before Emily shoots her daggers.

"Has Paige talked to you yet?" Hanna asks.

Emily mutters, "Hardly."

"What'd she say?" Aria coaxes her best friend to elaborate.

The stunning swimmer scoffs, "That she didn't want to talk to me."

Emily's three best friends suddenly go silent.

"I just thought of something." Hanna declares, earning the attention of her three best friends at the lunch table. "I have the perfect way to get her to forgive you." Hanna smiles brightly at the idea she had in mind.

Paige POV

"Mm say it again." Paige closes her eyes, smirking as she shifts the side of her face close to Nina's lips.

Her stunning teammate giggles with the most beautiful French accent into her ear, "Bonjour."

"I don't think I could ever get tired of you saying that." Paige smirks charmingly as she turns to face Nina, leaving their faces only a foot apart.

Both teammates were at a round table sitting side by side while they were studying for their French exam in library.

"How is your accent so on point?" Paige's eyes widen at how sexy Nina had sounded speaking French.

Nina playfully shoves her teammate's shoulder while giggling, "Because my mother is French, smart one."

"And your dad?" Paige poses, genuinely interested.

"He's English. But I was born and raised here." Nina smiles.

Paige shrugs her eyebrows, impressed, "Nice combo." She punctuates with a smirk to the blue-eyed beauty.

Nina giggles, "T'es drôle." (You're funny.)

Paige smiles charmingly, "T'es mignonne." (You're cute.)

"Oooou, smooth. What was that about not knowing French, McCullers?" Nina questions teasingly.

Paige subtly shrugs her head to the side with a confident smirk, "Eh, I know whatever's useful."

Nina shakes her head in amusement at how adorable Paige was.

"So what was all that about at Homecoming…with Emily?" Nina asks fragilely, knowing that her and Emily probably broke up since Paige wasn't at lunch with her as she usually was.

Paige breaks her gaze from Nina only to transfer it to her textbook. She shrugs her eyebrows, "It's complicated."

Nina, still gazing at her teammate, raises her eyebrows comprehending, "Oh, it's one of those relationships, huh?"

"Well… I mean, we've broken up but I guess we're trying to see how friendship works out." Paige explains, thoughtfully knowing that her and Emily would eventually still hang out as friends once Paige had gotten over the betrayal.

"Wow, I'm impressed. That's a tricky path to go down." Nina confides.

Paige scoffs, "You have no idea."

Nina continues after a beat, "So you're officially single?"

Paige meets the gorgeous girl's gaze as she smirks cunningly, "It depends. Who's asking?"

Paige POV

It was Friday afternoon and the Rosewood Sharks Varsity Girls' Soccer Team had their third game of the season only minutes away.

The week had gone by with Emily and Paige saying next to nothing to each other. Emily wanted to respect her friend's wishes and give her some space, so that's exactly what she did.

Both girls were missing each other tremendously the entire week. It was a harsh shift from spending almost every moment together to spending only a couple classes together without even communicating. As upset as Paige wanted to be with Emily, she couldn't help but want everything to blow over so they could be a part of each other's lives again.

But for right now Paige agreed to put all thoughts of Emily aside, or at least as much on the side as she could until they won this soccer match.

As the Rosewood Sharks and the Northbrook Stallions girls' soccer teams made it to the soccer field, the deep voiced male announcer was introducing tonight's starting line up for both teams through the microphone.

"…Playing as Rosewoods Sharks' right wing forward, number 14, Brie Evans!"

"Playing as Rosewood Sharks' left wing forward, number 9, Karly Crawford!"

"Last but not least, Playing as Rosewood Sharks' striker, number 22, Paige McCullers!" While the announcer introduces Paige, the sexy striker jogs to the officials' table and checks into the game with the rest of the team as she hears the bleachers roar with excitement.

"Now, now! Hold up the sign!" Hanna nudges Emily standing next her on the mid-height metal bleachers as the other three best friend held their own posters.

While Emily raises the sign over her head, all three of her best friends cheer with the rest of the chanting crowd.

Karly smiles as she nudges her best friend to look up into the bleachers. As Paige glances to where Karly was pointedly looking, her heart flutters while a warm smile tugs onto her lips at the sight.

There, was the radiantly beautiful Emily Fields holding up a white poster with the words 'I'M SORRY. FORGIVE ME?' written boldly in blue, similar to what the soccer player had for done for Homecoming.

Spencer and Aria, together were holding a blue sign with 'Rip'em To Shreds, Sharks!' written in bold white letters, while Hanna was holding up a identical sign but with the words 'WE LOVE #22!' written instead.

The swimmer's heart was pounding profusely with anticipation as she awaited Paige's reaction.

Somehow with the lengthy distance between them and the enthusiastic sea of people, Paige met Emily's gaze before nodding 'yes' with a sincere smile.

Emily beams from relief and pure bliss, while Hanna, Aria, and Spencer squeal in excitement. The swimmer places the poster by her feet before aiding Hanna to hold her sign as all 4 best friends chant their excitement with the rest of their peers.

Once both teams' starting line ups were introduced, each team huddled in their own tight circle for their last pep talk.

"Alright girls, Sharks on 3!" Paige shouts within the circle of teammates.

"1, 2, 3- Sharks!" The team barks before dispersing into their positions.

The soccer match was an intense and close game. Both teams were neck in neck the entire 90 minutes, but the Rosewood Sharks had taken the win near the end of the second half with the final score 3-2. Paige had scored two goals while Karly had scored one.

The girls wanted to go down to the field and congratulate Paige personally, but the team had headed into the locker room quickly after they hand shaken hands with the opposing team.

The Sharks team swiftly grab their duffle bags, remaining in their sweat clad uniforms as Coach Duffy was taking them out for ice cream. The head coach cracked a joke earlier this week to take them out for the frozen treat if they had kept their winning streak going, but little did she know the team was going to actually hold her to it.

Paige POV

Paige finally makes it home after the ice cream outing with the team, rather sore from the many fierce tackles and intense physicality of the soccer match.

She pushes the large heavy wooden door open, surprised to see lights on in the house. Paige drops her duffle bag by the stairs once she closes the bulky wooden front door.

The soccer star yells into the silence with a confused expression on her face, "Dad?"

Usually her father wouldn't be home until after she arrived from soccer practice or games, but then she swiftly remembered the team went out for ice cream, which must have taken a good amount of time.

She strolls into the living room only to see her father comfortably sitting on the couch watching the news. "Hey, Dad." Paige's face brightens as she smiles.

Her dad was generously tall and had a relatively athletic frame from playing sports all his life. He had short brown hair, yet it was darker than Paige's. He had deep blue eyes and was 98% of the time that anyone saw him, dressed in a tailored suit.

"Hey kiddo. How was the game?" Nick McCullers smiles while lowering the volume on the television.

Paige remains standing not wanting to dirty the couch with her stained uniform, "We won, scored two goals. Karly scored one." The athletic brunette beams.

"Nicely done, proud of you guys." Nick smiles while turning off the flat television screen before walking over to place a kiss on the top of his daughter's head.

"Thanks, Dad. Sorry I'm late by the way, we forced Coach to take us out for ice cream after." Paige chuckles.

Nick laughs, "If only you knew how much you sound like your 5 year old self right now. Remember when we used to go out for ice cream after every game?"

Paige beams at the memories, "How could I ever forget? We should do it again one of these days."

"That sounds like a great idea kiddo." Nick smiles warmly much like Paige usually would.

"Do you think you'll be able to see the next game? Our team is on fire this season." Paige poses already assuming the answer.

Nick chirps while giving his daughter's shoulder a light squeeze, "I'll try my best."

Paige nods, knowing not to get her hopes up.

She couldn't be mad with her father because she knew he was only trying to supply a generous lifestyle for them. Ever since Paige's mother abandoned them when she was little, he would work non-stop in order to give Paige whatever she needed. He couldn't fathom how hard it would be for a girl to grow up without a mother, so he wanted to make sure that Paige had absolutely nothing else missing in her life. The only problem was that Paige sometimes felt like she was missing a father.

Nick sighs as he tapped his daughter's shoulder, "I'm going to get ready for bed, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. Don't stay up too late. Love you superstar."

Paige smiles as she watches her dad walk to his room, "Love you too, Dad."

The soccer player had just finished getting showered and changed for bed as she flops onto her mattress, utterly exhausted, whilst reading a message Millie just sent her.

She promptly types out a reply before setting her phone on the nightstand only to hear a knock on her bedroom door, causing her to quirk her face in confusion.

Paige saunters to open the door only to see her favorite swimmer, regardless if they were fighting or not.

"Hey." Emily greets Paige shyly.

Paige shoots her a small sincere smile, "Hey. How-"

The swimmer answers what she assumed Paige was about to ask, "Your dad let me in."

Paige nods silently, internally surprised her dad let Emily in so late at night.

'She must have been quite convincing.' Paige silently chuckles.

Emily raises her eyebrows in anticipation, "Can I come in?"

Paige wordlessly opens her bedroom door wider while moving to the side, silently welcoming the bronzed beauty into her room.

"Thanks." Emily chirps timidly as she makes her way into Paige's bedroom.

Paige quietly shuts the door behind them before walking passed Emily to make her way back to lounging on her bed before the swimmer had showed up.

Paige keeps her upper half up right on the set of pillows while resting her forearm behind her head with the headboard supporting her.

"So what's up?" Paige questions casually.

The soccer player's tone of voice allowed Emily to relax slightly as she wordlessly went to lie next to Paige on her bed.

Paige smiles amused as she raises one of her eyebrows, eyeing Emily from the corner of her eye, "You seem pretty comfortable there."

Emily was lying down flat on her back in contrast to Paige as she sighs staring at the ceiling, "I'm tired."

"...And I'm sorry." She punctuates forlornly by turning her face to look at the soccer player.

Paige smiles at the memory, "I know, I saw the sign."

The swimmer continues after returning her gaze to the ceiling, "For everything. For getting you into this mess since that night at the club."

Paige felt her stomach twist at how upset Emily was with herself, which influenced her to shift her body down to eye level with the swimmer as she turned to lie on her side, facing the girl.

Emily surprised by Paige's cooperation, takes a beat to do the same, both girls peering face to face.

Paige finally breaks the silence, "I've forgiven you, Em. But I don't understand why you couldn't have just told me you wanted to get Samara back in the first place. I thought we were closer than that."

"Wait what?" Emily poses genuinely confused.

Paige perplexed, "Isn't that what you were trying to do? Get back with Samara?"

Emily recuperates as she remembers her conversation with Spencer, "Oh yeah… yeah it is…I know, I should have. I'm sorry."

The swimmer realized that getting back with Samara was the only appearing logical reason she did what she did at Homecoming since her friends, except for Hanna, didn't know about her real feelings for Paige.

In all honesty, Emily understood that as long as she knew Paige, she would always be the one on her mind, no matter whom she was with. She didn't want to be with anyone else but Paige. But she made a promise to herself that she had to try.

Paige chuckles, "Well congrats, it's seemed to of worked."

Emily brushes off the soccer player's comment not wanting to think of Samara at the moment, "I really am sorry Paige." Emily bores into the slender brunette's eyes, not giving a care in the world about anything else before her and Paige were back to whatever their 'normal' was.

Paige smiles teasingly, any resentment she had towards the girl resolving, "Come here, you."

Emily beams as she scoots over to tightly hug Paige despite the awkward angle. The soccer player breaks the hug only to shift onto her back allowing Emily to snuggle into her side before she wraps her arm over the swimmer's toned shoulders, pulling her closer against her heated body.

Their newfound position was identical to the first time they slept together on Emily's bed as well as the serene and soothing aura surrounding them.

Paige kisses the top of the raven-haired beauty's head as Emily tightened her grip around the taller athlete's chiseled stomach.

"So how are we going to act at school from now on?" Paige breaks the calm and comfortable silence.

Paige was worried whether if they could still be able to hang around each other when the entire school, and especially Samara thought they were exes. She didn't know how well Samara would take her and Emily hanging out when she knew her and Paige used to date so recently.

Emily hums as her eyes were shut from pure bliss at their cozy embrace, "We'll talk about it later. Can we just take a nap right now? I'm exhausted." Emily smiles from underneath Paige's chin.

The slender brown-eyed beauty's stomach dips at feeling the corner of Emily's lips brush against her collarbone.

Paige smiles into Emily's hair before resting her head back and fluttering her eyes closed, "Sure."

Both athletes stir as they hear Paige's alarm go off. The soccer player reluctantly shifts onto her back to reach the phone on her nightstand behind her, effectively silencing the obnoxious ring.

She quickly lolls back to her side, her view transferring back to the most beautiful face she's ever seen as she snakes her toned arm back around Emily's waist.

'I'm so crazy in love with this girl.' Paige admits for the first time as she gazes warmly at Emily, completely awestruck.

The sensation of Paige's arm hugging her waist firmly yet tenderly triggers Emily to grin with her eyes still shut with sleep.

As her body began to wake, she could feel Paige's stare on her, coaxing the stunning swimmer to flutter her eyes open, only to meet the warmest orbs staring back at her.

"Hey stranger." Paige whispers with an extra raspy voice laced with sleep, as an earnest smile reaches her kind eyes.

"Hey, back." Emily whispers with a beaming grin.

She didn't know if she ever felt the urge to kiss Paige stronger than it was right now. She dreamt about waking up in Paige's arms more times than she'd ever admit.

"How'd you sleep?" Paige husks quietly.

The sexiness of the toned beauty's voice sent a shiver down Emily's spine.

Emily points out with a light giggle, "I'm assuming pretty well since this was supposed to be a nap yet we slept the entire night."

"Who takes a nap at 11:00pm? I believe that's just called sleeping." Paige chuckles teasingly.

Emily giggles while she playfully shoves Paige only to scoot back closer to her, "Shut up."

The alarm rings again as Paige had only hit the snooze button before. The soccer player groans at the unpleasant sound before switching it off, only this time she didn't go back to cuddling with Emily as her finally sober mind reminded her of Samara.

She sits up on the edge of her bed, stretching her arms, not realizing Emily was behind her staring at her toned back as her shirt rode up, revealing the sexiest lower back dimples.

The soccer star moves to her dresser to grab her workout attire before walking to the foot of her bed.

"You're more than welcome to stay here." Paige chuckles at how comfortable Emily appeared to be in her bed.

She too, dreamt more times than she'd like to admit, about waking up with Emily next to her. She swiftly noted that it was of the best feelings in the world.

Emily shoots her a puzzled expression, "Why? Where are you going? It's 8:00am on a Saturday."

Paige sighs in agreement, "I know, but Coach Duffy demands Saturday practices ever since soccer season started."

"Brutal." Emily mumbles.

Paige scoffs, "Tell me about it."

"Do you have time to grab some breakfast?" Emily poses as she pushes herself to sit up in Paige's bed.

The stunning swimmer's hair was tousled in the sexiest way, forcing Paige to lightly blush from thinking how similar it would look to Emily's sex hair.

Paige faltered when she realized Emily was wearing one of her Rosewood Sharks soccer t-shirts, "Uh…is that one of my t-shirts?"

"Oh yeah, sorry. I hope you don't mind. I borrowed some clothes in the middle of the night. Jeans and a button down shirt aren't the most comfortable things to wear to bed." Emily scoffs playfully.

Paige smiles at how good Emily looked in her clothes only to then start thinking suggestive thoughts. She subtly clears her throat, "No, I don't mind at all."

"So breakfast?" Emily smiles while raising her eyebrows in question.

"I could maybe fit in a quick cup of coffee before practice." Paige smirks.

Emily shoots the girl her trademark dimpled grin that Paige couldn't help but fall in love with, "Great, I'll drive. But first, is it okay if I freshen up?"

"Sure, go ahead. There are new tooth brushes under the sink if you want one." Paige nods in the direction of her bathroom that was connected by a single door to her bedroom.

Emily teases, "Tooth brushes? As in plural? For all the girls you have sleepovers with?"

Paige rolls her eyes with a chuckle, "Actually you're the first person to sleep in my bed since I've moved to here, so no."

Even though Emily knew it was probably her fault Paige hadn't been with any girls she couldn't help but feel her insides flutter from the fact that she was the first and only girl to have slept in bed with the sexy soccer player since she moved to Rosewood.

While Emily was brushing her teeth she had the perfect view in the mirror of Paige changing into her practice jersey, effectively exposing her delicious washboard abs. Her mind swiftly flashes to the night at Shana's party when she had scraped her hands on the girl's chiseled abdominal muscles, causing her to blush profusely.

'That's enough Em. You guys just made up. Don't screw it up again.' Emily thought before flitting her eyes away from the athletic brunette so she could rinse her mouth.

"Ready?" Paige calls out to Emily from her room.

"Uh- yeah let me just change back into my clothes really quick." The stunning swimmer blurts while sauntering to where she had her clothes folded.

Paige shoots over her shoulder as she zips up her duffle bag, "Don't worry about it, just wear what you're wearing, I can't be late or else Coach will kill me."

"Are you sure? I look like I'm going to the gym." Emily glances down to Paige's short blue cotton shorts and her white soccer t-shirt she was wearing.

The soccer player chuckles, "What's wrong with that? So do I, now come on Fields."

Emily attempted to hide her beaming grin from how happy she was that she could stay dressed in her best friend's clothes. She could still faintly smell Paige's captivating scent on the comfortable attire she borrowed.

It wasn't a strong as it was when she had slept in the brunette's bed, but she would make do. It was a clean, fresh and alluring smell of aquatic orchids and honeysuckle that the stunning swimmer couldn't smell enough of.

Emily POV

"Paige no, I invited you to breakfast. Plus you let me take over you bed last night. It's my treat." Emily pleads sincerely.

Paige smiles at Emily's attempt to pay while she swiftly hands the cash to the barista, "It's coffee Em, don't be ridiculous, I got it."

Emily sighs in defeat before pecking the girl on the cheek, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." Paige smiles trying not too blush while putting the change back into her wallet, only to zip it back up in her duffle bag.

They take a seat on the cozy leather couch in a corner of the coffee shop while setting their cups on the wooden table in front of them.

Emily couldn't have wished more that they were still pretending to be girlfriends so they could cuddle up on the sofa while sipping on their freshly brewed hot coffee. But that was simply not the case anymore, and she hated it.

"So how are we going to still hang out when Samara thinks we were dating? I don't think she'll be to cool with such an arrangement." Paige teases.

Emily assures with a smile, "Don't worry about her, we're taking it really slow. And if she has a problem with it then she can find someone else to be with."

"Someone has their mind set." Paige hints playfully.

The bronzed beauty shrugs in response, "We've grown to be best friends Paige, you're important to me. Samara doesn't get to dictate my life or who I'm friends with."

Paige's insides flutter at Emily's admission, "I'm glad to hear that." Paige smiles affectionately, fighting the powerful urge to kiss the girl she was sitting next to.

"Paige!" Nina calls her teammate as she saunters over from the register to where the two best friends were sitting on the sofa.

"Nina, hey." Paige's face brightens with a sincere grin.

Emily cursed her body as jealousy involuntarily entered her bloodstream at the gorgeous girl coming towards them. Of course Paige had to pick the prettiest girl in school, to be flirt buddies with.

She didn't even know Nina was gay. If she wasn't before, she had no doubts Paige could get her to switch teams from the things Paige could do with her mouth…or her sexy sculpted body…or those warm and loving eyes of hers that Emily would love getting lost in.

The slender athlete smiles as she extends her hand to Emily, "Hey, I'm Nina, Paige's teammate."

Paige stands up, Emily following suit to politely shake the girl's soft hand, "Hi, I'm Emily. Nice to officially meet you."

"Likewise." Nina smiles sweetly.

The blue-eyed beauty smiles as she stands from across the two girls, "So Paige, do you want a ride to practice? I'm heading there now."

"Sure, that'd be great. It'll save you the drive, yeah?" Paige shifts her attention to the stunning swimmer.

Emily wanted to say no but then she would have to explain why she wanted Paige all to herself. The tan teenager couldn't help but grow angry with Nina since she was stealing the alone time she was having with Paige.

Emily forces a smile, "Um yeah, that's fine. I'll see you guys later."

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