Any other function and I’d be glad to be my dad’s ‘date’.
He’s supported me through everything and all on his own as the best single dad in the world.
But his college reunion?
When he asks, the face I make says it all until I learn who else will be there.
Dad’s adversary growing up through school and college was always Trent Latham.
What started out as friendly competition ended in a bitter feud, apparently. And dad’s never forgotten.
Never came close to the level of success Trent enjoys either.
Does dad really want to put himself through all that again? I mean. He hasn’t seen these people for over twenty years.
Me on the other hand, I’ve kinda got a secret crush on Trent.
Not that a younger girl like me really stands a chance with an older guy like Trent, but a girl can dream.
Or could I?
It isn’t long before I realize that apart from raising me just right being my dad’s one true success, he stands a very real chance of losing me to his old rival too.
TRENT
Reunions aren’t my thing.
Especially when I consider what an asshole I was to most people when I was younger, but age does mellow a man somewhat.
So does success.
Security.
Money.
It can’t buy love, I know that for a fact. But it can make a man more confident and stable in life.
Especially a man who already knows what he wants.
Mike Wheatley will be there…
The thought makes my lip curl.
He’s the one guy I used to look up to, even though he never knew it and thought very little about me himself. But I showed him in the end.
I showed ‘em all.
Yeah, I was an arrogant Jock, flunked most classes but got all the scholarships, all the cash, and prizes a college football star got in those days.
I made my way in life from there, never even thinking about Mike Wheatley much, until now.
Sure, I’ll go. Even if it’s just to stick it to him one more time.
Fucking know it all. I heard he had a kid right after college, but his wife bailed.
Boo-hoo.
When I see the angel on his arm when I get to the reunion, I figure he’s paid a lot of blue collar money to this girl for the night.
Until she introduces herself.
His only daughter.
I’m definitely not gloating now.
The game’s just shifted up a notch and so’s the lump in my pants.
She’s my whole reason for being here now.
I’m suddenly thinking I might just like reunions after all.