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your dad taught football at your school so whenever you weren’t doing anything afterschool, you were waiting in the hot sun for both your dad and your brother to be done with their two hour long practice. you eventually got promoted from sideline to “water girl” and sometimes would help with plays. at games, you basically mouth fed the guys water for about 2 hours straight and then went home. your dads team was having a tournament and because you were now “water girl” you had to come. the tournament was north of where you live, but you didn’t mind the car ride there. once you got to the hotel, you realized you were on the floor with the rest of the team while your dad booked a floor below. you asked why and he stated. “if yall get in trouble, i’m technically not responsible for what happens” whatever that means. though before you got in the elevator, your dad looked at you and pointed. “be on your best behavior.” he looks up at the team. “no funny business. i hear one peep of you guys doing something and your benched, you hear me?” they all nod and your dad kisses your forehead as he leaves. you had a shared room with your brother and the rest of the team had their own separate rooms. you and brother had showered and it was almost 1 am when he grabbed his phone and put on his slides. you look up at him and furrowed your eyebrows. “where are you going?” ryan laughs, messing with his hair. “we’re all going to austin’s room, you coming?” you start to shake your head before eventually giving in. “fine. only for an hour.” ryan clears his throat, looking away when you look up at him. you throw on a hoodie, put on your shoes and follow him out the hotel room, your key in your hoodie pocket. “if dad finds out your dead” he shoves you, smiling as he knocks on the door. “who cares?”