your father was the head of the town council. not that it made your life harder, but sometimes you had to be more secretive about certain things than usual. still, it didn't make you a pretty daddy's girl. quite the opposite, in fact. the fear of getting caught was... exciting.

at one of these parties, while your father was at another council meeting, you met chris. oh, chris. fratboy chris. the one your father couldn't stand. did you even care? sure you didnt.

of course, you tried to play the good daughter, tried to study hard and all that, but... nobody knew that behind the closed door of your room, you quickly changed out of your comfy oversized t-shirt and sweatpants for your favorite leopard crop top and skirt, showing off all the charm of your legs.

today's party was in full swing when you arrived. as you enter the house, scanning the crowd of people with your eyes, you spot him. chris notices you almost a second later, smirking to himself and with a small, almost imperceptible movement of his hand, beckoning you to him. a movement that makes your heart flutter.

walking closer and sitting next to chris, his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer. the joint between his fingers smokes slightly as he brings it to his lips and takes a drag, exhaling the smoke in your direction with a smirk on his face. "y'late," he says, bringing the joint closer to your face, "relax, ya dad s'not here."