"good game boys!" you heard your dad congratulate his players.
it was the lacrosse team's 3rd win in a row.
"does your dad know yet?" nick whispered.
"if he knew, he'd have chris off the team in a literal second. god, he would probably transfer me to another school."
"just cause you guys are together?"
"that man is a literal psycho, nick!"
"chris and matt say he's really chill and stuff—"
"yeah, if you're not his daughter."
"he's just scared that you're growing up," nick yawns. "and out of every person you could be with, you chose chris."
"so? chris is great."
"your dad probably thinks he's annoying."
"that's so not true."
"you know what you should do!?" nick starts to laugh. "ask him what he thinks of all the players on the team."
"what if he gets suspicious?"
"he's a lacrosse coach y/n, i think he's more focused on other things."
your phone rang, interrupting nick.
"hellooo?" you answer.
"come over here, i'm waiting for you at the field."
"are you insane chris? i'm not gonna be seen with you on the fucking field."
"ouch. i meant the back, where no ones around."
"oh."
you hang up, and look at nick.
"you better ask your dad, y/n!" he tells you.
"yeah, whatever. maybe."
you get up, and grab your backpack.
"i'll facetime you later?" you tell nick.
"you better."
—
"chris? where are you?"
you hear a bag shuffle, and look to the right.
there he was.
"hey."
"hey y/n."
"you tired?"
you sit next to him, and put your backpack next to his duffel bag.
"suuuuper." chris groans.
his hair was drenched in sweat, and his cheeks had a slight shade of pink to them.
"can i ask something?" you ask him.
"ask away."
"what's your opinion on my dad? and like- how does he treat you?"
chris laughed, and sat up.
"are you worried about what he thinks?"
"no? i don't know. maybe a little."
"not to brag or anything," chris leans close to you. "but i think me and matt are his favorites."
"uh huh.."
"i'm being deadass! he always goes out his way to get me some pepsi or to get matt an energy drink."
"sure he does."
