The Story of E & A

12 YITF, Chapter 15: It's Game Day mf.

Trigger warning! There WILL be some LIGHT SEXUAL CONTENT in this chapter these parts will be " * " so if you don't like it, skip it.

Ev POV

I entered the top box and was not disappointed. An enormous window faced our sideline and screens above showed live images of the players. There was an extensive bar that stretched across the far back wall. They had food too, but I was too nervous to eat or drink.

Drew had told me all the planning and time and effort that went into this game. How much time he had to spend with this Aaron Preston guy who sounds like an ass.

This would either be the actual start of the new beginning or it would all go downhill from here and I would have just tied myself to the sinking ship of a terrible team.

Five minutes before the game, I decided a drink would calm my nerves. I approached the bar and saw someone I never thought I would see again. Someone I prayed I would never see again.

"Ev?" Liam Murray was walking towards me and looking like he stepped out a men's Wearhouse magazine.

I had told Drew I had been in six relationships that had lasted longer than a month. One of them, lasted two years and the breakup was messy. The breakup was messy because that was the only other guy I loved after Drew. And he broke my heart.

"Hi Liam," I mumbled, averting my eyes. It was hard seeing his face, but I tried keeping myself somewhat together.

He tussled his light brown fluffy hair. He wore a dark blue suit with the jacket unbuttoned, and a white dress shirt also unbuttoned at the top. "How are you? It's been a long time."

"It has. I'm good. Great really."

"Seeing anyone?" He questioned.

It was abrupt and unexpected, so I stuttered out, "Not exactly. You?"

"Still with Aiden." He said without a trace of guilt.

"Looks like you're more than with him," I said, looking at the wedding ring on his finger.

"Yeah, we got married two years after you and I..."

I was about to turn away but something in me was still upset about how things were left between us. That something took over before I could remind myself to keep my mouth shut.

"You know what you did was really shitty, right? And you seem like you don't give a fuck and are acting like everything is fine when it wasn't."

"I don't know what you want me to say. It happened. You obviously loved someone else so what would it have matter?" he muttered, looking at the ground.

"Well a sorry would be great but if you can't even realize that you're an asshole, then don't bother."

I told the bartender to give me a scotch. It looked like it would be a long night.

**TIME SKIP**

A little before the end of the fourth quarter, I stumbled out of the top box. We were winning by so much I didn't feel like finishing the game.

I went to Drew's office and collapsed on his couch, my head spinning. I opened my phone and saw another text from my mom asking me to talk to my dad. She had been more persistent lately because we were coming up on nine years of silence. That also meant I was coming up on nine years since Drew broke off our engagement.

I found my father's phone number and was for some reason thought that was the perfect time you call my dad.

If I have to reach out the least he could do was pick up.