Bailey's pov

"How was school? Didn't drink anything right?" Dad asked amused, sparing me a swift glance before returning his gaze to the road.

I groaned, kicking up my feet on the seat while pinching the seat belt.

"Dad come on, it was one time. I promise to not drink again until I turn twenty one."

I turn to look out the window, chewing on my bottom lip.

Dad chuckled. "I'm just looking out for you Bailey. I want you to enjoy your youth days but I also want you to be safe."

I nod. "I get ...