A Perfect Game. ➳

APG | 32.

May 27th, 2016-

"So, Drew. You're the star baseball player of the school, huh?" Mariah's father asked him a simple question, his cup of Jack Daniels in his hand as he tried sparking a conversation with the young man.

Drew slowly nodded his head. "Yeah. I kind of play all the positions."

"That's impressive. I was never much of a sports player. So, I kept my head in the books. Ask Dawn," His sentence somehow ended in a laugh as he started flagging the woman on the other side of the room down. "Dawn!"

Dawn slowly made her way over to where her ex husband was calling her from, not noticing Drew standing next to him. Drew turned around, taking his coke that he spiked when no one was looking to the head.

"Yes Tim?" Dawn finally was next to them and Tim pointed his finger at Drew next to him, a smile on his face.

"Did you know this young man plays all the positions in baseball? Our little baby got her someone so much different from her daddy." He roared in laughter and Drew and Dawn eyed each other, uncomfortable looks on their faces.

"Yeah. Drew's the star athlete. I know." Dawn said solemnly, no emotion in her voice as she let her eyes leave Drew's and glanced up at the 6'3 tall man she was once married too.

"And what did you say your GPA was, son?" Tim obviously didn't pick up on the awkward tension between the two.

Drew cleared his throat, awkwardly. "Uh, 3.8."

"3.8! Second highest in the school, right?" Drew nodded his head again, looking down at the floor. "Crazy. You're just like the perfect student, aren't you?"

"I guess he is." Dawn made another comment, both Drew and Tim's eyes coming to look at her. Tim looked over at the exchange going on with her and the 18 year old boy, preparing to say something when suddenly some loud music started to play.

"A scrub is a guy that think he's fine and is, Also known as a buster (buster, buster). Always talkin' about what he wants... And just sits on his broke ass." The famous song by TLC began and Tim swayed his hands in the air, a smile coming on his face.

"Aw, shit now. You know this my jam!" He snapped his free hand, walking over to the middle of the dance floor where Trish was already turning up. He bumped her, and she bumped him back before they started breaking down and doing old school dance moves like the cabbage patch and so on.

Dawn sighed deep, and Drew turned to her, his eyes focused on the dancing but the view of her moving closer to him through the corner of his eye not being unnoticed. He saw Tim pull Mariah onto the dance floor they had now created, and they knew that no one was watching them over on the side with all that was going on.

She got close enough where he wasn't uncomfortable, but where he could hear her. "'Gonna miss out an wonderful opportunity with a great girl who deserves the entire world', huh?"

He instinctively clenched his jaw at the words that he had just used a few weeks before when he told her he had to end things. "I didn't know she was your daughter."

"Like hell you didn't," Dawn whispered, anger in her tone. "She looks just like me. You guys go to school, and I work there. There's no way you didn't know."

"Don't try to turn this around on me. Your daughter and I have been a thing since the eighth grade. There's no way you didn't know. Or either you knew and still chose to screw me every day after school in your classroom." Drew responded, with just the same amount of anger in his voice as well.