Kristina POV
I smiled as I walked into the facility.
When I say facility, I mean the football field.
Hey I know you folks are just DYING to know what the heck I'm talking about.
So I suppose I can fill you in, if I must.
First of all, my name is Kristina.
Kristina Pettine, that is.
My father is Mike Pettine, head coach of the Cleveland Browns.
I'm a very lucky girl.
Anyway, Dad was getting ready to give the guys a break for a few so that is when I am going to
go talk to him.
"OK, guys, break time." Dad said to the guys.
All of them began to head toward the locker room so that is when I decided to make my move toward
visiting my absolutely awesome father.
I started walking and as I passed by I heard a wolf's whistle.
What??????
I stopped and turned around to see which one of those goons spoke.
Oh boy. I should have known.
Johnny Manziel.
The Browns rookie quarterback.
Most immature guy in the team.
But he is sooooo hot though.
"Keep walking, Manziel!" Dad said.
"Ohhhhh" A bunch of the others said as they walked out.
"Hey Daddy" I said, going over to hug Dad.
"Hey baby girl. How was school?"
I'm in college by the way, I failed to mention that.
"Pretty good." I said, with a charming smile as I threw my arms around him to hug him.
"That's good." Dad said. And then he smiled."Now.......what do you need?"
"Aw Daddy, what makes you think I need something?" I asked, with my pouty face.
"Why else would you be giving me that look?" Daddy asked with smile.
"Well, I was wondering if I could borrow some money? I need gas for my car."
He raised an eyebrow. "Didn't I tell you that you need something?"
"Daddy" I said, laughing a little.
He gave me a smile and pulled out his wallet.
I swear, I am such a Daddy's girl.
With that, he handed me twenty dollars. "Can't let you run out of gas."
I smiled."Thank you, Daddy.Well, I guess I'll let you get back to work."
"All right, princess, I'll see you at home." He said, giving me another hug."Behave yourself."
"Don't I always?"
"Do I really have to answer that?" He teased.
"Oh Daddy" I said, giggling a little.
I then returned the hug and turned to leave.
As I was walking off the football field, the football players were returning.
Most of them smiled and passed by me, knowing I am the head coach's daughter.
