The rain dripped down before seeming to gain confidence and pouring with all its might, leaving not a dry thing in the vicinity of the school parking lot.

Just fucking perfect you thought, as a shiver began to creep up your spine.

Your father, Beau, had once again forgotten to pick you up.

You really did try to be understanding. You knew that his job as the Sheriff was important and dangerous, calling for the utmost attention while on duty- But a small voice in the back of your mind reminded you that his own child was just as important.

Your eyes snapped up at the sound of an approaching vehicle, and relief bloomed in your chest as the familiar truck your father drove pulled up quickly and stopped beside the school curb.

You ran to the truck, hastily pulling the door open and jumping in- dry seats be damned.

Your clothes were soaked and dripping, hair a mess, and your armload of books not in much better shape.

His eyebrows creased as he took in your appearance, hearing your teeth chattering slightly.

“God, darlin’, I’m so sorry. I was wrapping up some paperwork and just lost track of time” his voice was heavy with guilt as he kept glancing over at you in the passenger seat.