you were the daughter of one of the most infamous drug dealers in your town. even when he was your age— your dad was selling.

and no, he didn’t change. he was still fucking terrible.

and had the worst anger issues, that were taken out on you.

it had gotten out in the newspaper.

just an innocent photo of you with weston harper, one of the best football players in the state, after winning.

to most— it was a normal photo.

to your dad? it was a nightmare. why? weston harper’s father, was a recovered addict who used to be ‘best friends’ with your father.

however when he quit, your father kept trying to push him back into it until finally weston’s father told him off. so yeah, they had bad blood.

and when your father found out about the photo? he went mad.

which is also how you walked into school today with a bruise under your left eye.

luckily, you being a soccer player, you played it off as a tough hit to the eye. and people believed you.

but you needed to stay away from weston. not for your own safety, but for his. you knew anything that you had was going to be ruined anyways.

that night, your friend, Nancy, convinced you to go to the football game.

you mainly went just to stay out of your house. but you had to admit— it was fun.

your team ended up winning, mainly due to weston.

as the whole crowd stormed the field— you saw weston make eye contact with you.

you had to get out of there before you could get in a conversation with him.

so you walked out of the stadium— praying he didn’t notice you.

as you started walking, you hear someone behind you.

“hey, trouble.”

you turn around just to see a familiar pair of blue eyes.

you were in too deep.

you kept yourself calm, “hey. good game tonight.”

he nods before raising an eyebrow, “you were acting like you saw your worst nightmare. why’d you run?”

“oh did i? i just need to get home.” you say, already starting to walk again.

“hey— what’s up with you? you’ve been avoiding my calls, texts, i mean you won’t even talk to me in english and i sit next to you. why are you shutting me out?” he asks, his eyes filled with disappointment and confusion.

god, you felt like your father.