Same Day, Shane's House, 11:42 P.M...
"Oh my God. You didn't die?" Paige asked jokingly.
"Nah, surprisingly." Shane answered genuinely.
"Wow, we gotta celebrate!"
Price laughed at his pale friend's light hearted humor. As promised the day before, Shane called her up and to tell her all about the outcome of the talk between himself, and his two love interests.
"Trust me, I got my celebration already."
Paige raised an eyebrow at that.
"Oh really, mate? What kinda celebration we talkin here? Did little Shane get some attention from a female today?"
"As much as I would've wanted that, no. I did however, get to kiss the hell out of a beautiful girl once again. And she wasn't even the one I picked! I chose Alexa by the way."
"Oh, Blondie? Ha, that's funny. You guys have matching hair color. Maybe you should dye pink streaks in your hair to fully match."
Shane chuckled.
"No, I think I'm good."
"So, you kissed one girl even though you picked the other? How the hell does that work?"
"Dude, Alexa just flat out told me to kiss her. She said it was the only time she was gonna allow it. And as for Bayley, I found out she's not as innocent as I originally thought. She literally pounced on me, man."
"Haha. It's always the ones you least suspect. Or, you just brought that side out of her. Ya sexy bitch." Paige said teasingly.
"Ay. Shane ain't no bitch. Alright?" He responded with feigned aggression.
"Point taken. I'm glad your new girl was okay with it. She seems like a cool chick. Who knows? Maybe one day you three might have a little fun together. If you get what I'm saying."
"I wouldn't fuckin mind that at all, trust me. But nah, she said it was one time deal. Something tells me she meant that. Alexa's not too keen on sharing stuff, and I think I'm no exception to the rule."
"Ha, me and her have that in common. If I dated you, no slag better even think about putting their slutty little fingers on you. You're mine, and no one else's. But seriously. I'm happy for you, mate. Looks like I won't be able to be the one to swipe your V Card though. Bloody hell, that's disappointing."
Shane blushed at that statement.
"What do you mean? You planned on that happening?"
"Oh, yeah definitely. Do you not remember the last conversation we had? I told you I'm really protective over you. And I like your dick. Also, the thought of watching you squirm under me, kinda turns a girl on. I mean I've already seen you get yourself off. It would've only made sense that I would be the first girl to really get your rocks off. Of course I was expecting that to happen."
"Right, you've seen me masturbate before. Damn it."
She got kind of annoyed at his embarrassed tone.
"Oh, for the love of- You know what? Give me a second."
"What?"
"Hold on, I said... Alright, check your messages."
Shane was confused, but he did what he was told.
"It's a text from you. Why are you texting me if we're already talking... Jesus tap dancing Christ."
Paige mischievously chuckled.
"You like what you see?"
This boy Price? Yeah, he was frozen by the image on his cellphone screen. It was a certain British friend of his, sitting on her bed, with nothing but her black panties on and her bare chest out for all to see. He was pretty sure the sexy smirk on her face in the picture mirrored the same expression she currently had.
"Uhhhh... Uhhhhh." That's all he could say. Well, not really say. More like, unintelligiblely groan.
"I'll take that as a yes. See, now you've seen me in the nude, just like I've seen you. I'm not embarrassed, and you shouldn't be either. Got it?"
"Uh huh." He moaned out like a zombie.
"Oh shit, I think I might've broken him. Shane. Shane, love. SHANE!"
The Irish boy snapped out of his trance and shook his head a few times to fully get his head back into reality. Then, he realized that another part of his body had been fully aware, unlike his cranium for the last few seconds.
"Damn it, Paige. You did it again."
"What did I do?"
Sheepishly, he responded.
"Little Shane... He's standing at attention right now."
"Oh, hi there little fella. Long time no see. Did ya miss me?" She teased.
"Sh- Shut up, Midnight. Why do you like torturing me so much?"
"Because, my Irish friend. I do it because I love you. Also, it's really easy to get under your skin. I know exactly how to press your buttons. Admit it, you love it. Why, I bet you wish I was over there right now, sitting naked on your bed just like in the photo."
"Paige... You can't be doing stuff like this anymore. I have a girlfriend now remember? This isn't good." He said, trying to keep his composure and ignore his raging erection.
She lowered her voice to sound more sensual and suggestive.
"That doesn't mean anything. You still think I'm sexy, naughty boy. You want me to... Take your cock out, and stroke it, maybe even put my mouth on it, and start sucking on it like a lollipop. Right until you're about to explode, then you'd want to release your hot, sticky load, all over my face. You'd like that wouldn't you... Hahahahahaha! I can't! I can't anymore! It's too funny! I wish I could see the look on your face right now!"
"You are the biggest asshole I know."
"Oh, shut up, you love me. I'm just having fun with you. I told you it's easy to push your buttons. I miss you a lot, and this is the only way I can. It's my dumb girl feelings."
Shane softened at her confession. (Not like, his dick. That's still pretty hard, like annoyingly hard for him.)
"Yeah well, my dumb boy feelings are the same way toward you, Midnight. I understand. Just, tone it down a little. Seriously, I can't take this much teasing, and I don't think Alexa would appreciate it if she found out you were sending me pictures like this."
Paige sighed.
"You're right. I won't go as extreme anymore."
"Thank you. But hey, if we're sending each other pictures, I got one you'll like."
He ended up sending her a photo from one of their last days together. It was a Friday night, and the two of them were at Shane's old house chilling. He wouldn't find out until a few days later that his dad had taken a picture of them while they were sleeping on the couch because they had fallen asleep watching movies. Shane had his arm around the pale girl, while she rested her head on his side. It was a nice picture, but Shane had never gotten a chance to show it to her until now.
"Aww, love. That's cute. Thank you." She gushed.
"No problemo, amigo."
"God help me, we better see each other again in person soon. This sucks."
"I know, Midnight. Sucks for me too."
Paige developed a sly grin.
"Well, if you ever miss me too much, you'll still have that great picture of me in your phone."
"Paaiiige? What did I say?" He asked in a parental tone.
"Yeah yeah, I know I'll turn down the flirting. You're no fun."
"No, I just have a girlfriend. There's a difference."
"Difference, shmifference. Fun police. Anyway, I think I'm gonna hit the hay. Good luck on your game tomorrow. Knock em dead. And listen, don't fuck what you have with this girl up. She loves you, and you love her."
"I won't. I promise." He said mattter of factly.
"Thatta boy. Good night."
"Good night."
Shane went to bed, trying to get as much as rest as he possibly could before the first playoff game in less than a day. He needed every second of it. Before he knocked out, one final thought crossed his mind.
"I'll win. Because I'll the best girlfriend in the world cheering me on all the way. My little princess."
AN: Welp, there's another Paige chapter for you people out there that like her the most. Which there are a lot of. Hope you enjoyed. I think we all need friends like her, you know? Sends us nudes without question.😂Anyway, like always. See you in the next chapter guys.
