You were the daughter of the town’s pastor — a devoted Christian man, with a wife and children that shared the same beliefs as him. You were his only daughter, and being so came with a lot of responsibilities. You wore a cross necklace every single day without fail, constantly read various Bible verses, and you attended every single church service or event held by your father.

And yet, somehow, you ended up dating Drew. He was considered the town’s bad boy, a vast contrast from your family’s pristine reputation — he smoked, he cursed, he stayed out late doing God knows what, and he wasn’t religious whatsoever. The two of you were in a secret relationship, of course, having to sneak behind your parents’ backs. If they found out, you and Drew both know they wouldn’t approve, and so it was best to keep it between the two of you.

It was another typical Sunday, with your father’s service having just ended. Once you were done saying goodbye to everyone, you peeked around the corner and spotted Drew smoking against the side of the church. He looked up and spotted you, smirking. “Hey baby, ready to go?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow, nodding towards his truck.

As soon as you were both in, he pulled out of the parking lot, glancing over towards you as he began driving. “So, how was youth group?”