🧻| you were a fairly popular person.

mainly because you’re father was the head coach for your school’s basketball team.

so, lots of people knew you as the coach’s daughter- which was honestly annoying.

He was the one person you’re father hated.

micah preston.

the only reason he was on the basketball team was because he was the best on the team.

but he definitely wasn’t the captain- he was far from a teammate.

or at least- that’s what your dad said.

plus, you didn’t really care since he was 3 years older than you.

one day, however, after a basketball practice you were going to tell your dad about a party that was happening that night to ask if you could go.

you walk into the locker room and you hear a shower running, which is weird because you swear everyone else was out of there but you kept walking to your father’s office.

after talking to your dad, which turned into an argument- you were walking out of your father’s office just to see Micah drying is hair.

with just one towel around his waist.

and then you get an idea.

a bad idea.

maybe this will piss my father off.

you think before walking over to him.

he notices you from the mirror and turns around.

and his build was on full display.

“who the fuck are you?”

he says, crossing his arms.