A Perfect Game. ➳

APG | 8.

August 17th, 2015-

"Good morning, son." Drew's father greeted him as he trudged into the kitchen, dressed shirtless and in his basketball shorts as he opened the fridge door in search of something to eat.

He grunted his response. "Hey."

"I ordered some iHop for breakfast, help yourself." His dad turned the page of his newspaper, Drew turning around and staring at the food down on the table.

It was a huge buffet of foods, going from pancakes to French toast, bacon to sausage and then all the different forms of eggs. And though, it did look delicious, he wasn't about to let his father use a hot meal to win him back.

"I'll just grab an apple on the way to school," He finally muttered after a long pause, closing the fridge behind him. "But thanks anyway."

"Drew, if you're still angry about yesterday, then I'm telling you right now, you need to toughen up. You're a man now, you didn't need me to be there for you." His dad suddenly replied, causing him to clench both his jaw and fists.

He 360'd in the doorway, turning to face Greg at the kitchen table again. He opened his mouth prepared to fire back but instead, decided to close it. There was no use of arguing.

"I have to get ready for school." Drew mumbled, shaking his head as he darted out of the kitchen and stomped up the stairs to the bathroom. Shutting the door closed behind him.

He was boiling with anger at his father and couldn't wait until the time came when he was due to leave this place. The house only brought back sad memories of his mother anyway.

He pulled on the knob to turn the shower water on, setting it on a high temperature as he stepped out of his basketball shorts and briefs, climbing into the hot water and letting it relax him. The water cascaded down his medium ivory skin, hitting his chest and then his lower body as he grabbed the rag and body wash, scrubbing it all over his body as he began the process of cleaning himself.

He did it 2 more times, also pouring some of his soap into his hair and lathering twice before rinsing it all out of his hair and off his body. He cut the water off, wrapping his dark blue towel around his waist before he went to the sink, grabbing his toothbrush and then using the mouthwash afterwards.

He wiped his mouth with a paper towel on the sink, opening the door and proceeding to walk across the hall to his bedroom next. He shut the door behind him, pulling his towel from around his waist and drying off his body. Once done, he went to his drawer to put on a pair of fresh Calvin Klein's, a tank top and a pair of all black Nike socks as well.

Also, making his way over to his closet and pulling out a pair of black jeans, a black button up with white dots designed all over it, then grabbing his black timberland boots at the bottom of the closet and lacing them on his feet.

After proceeding to spray a few squirts of his cologne on his neck and throwing his jean jacket on, he picked up his phone from his bedside table as well as his book bag and waltzed down the stairs. He ran his hands through his still slightly damp hair, styling it in the mirror on the stairs before he was pleased with his look.

Greg was no longer downstairs and he was pleased with this, doing just what he said he would as he went back inside of the fridge and grabbed a cold water and green apple. Picking up his truck keys, he went on to walk out the house and hop into his car, getting started on the road to Los Angeles high school, with one small detour.

He stopped to pick up Travis on the way, who immediately smelled like marijuana, but Drew decided to keep his mouth shut as he just drove down the road to the school. Travis stayed silent too, starting a drum beat with his hands on the dashboard as he knew Drew was probably still upset with his father being home.