“What the hell?” I asked. But not because he had just swiped my breakfast. It was because of what he was wearing. “He’s not even wearing his tie. A tie is part of the dress code.”
“It’s uncomfortable,” Liam said which a shrug of his shoulders.
“Dad.”
My father shook his head. “Liam, go get your tie. Your sister is right, it’s part of the dress code.”
Liam laughed and pulled his wrinkled tie out of his pocket. “I have it.”
“Good,” my dad said. “Come on, we should get going.” He grabbed his to-go cup of coffee and said goodbye to my mom.
I stared at Liam as he shoved his tie back into his pocket instead of putting it on.
Seriously, what the hell?!This was so unfair. I snatched my waffle back out of his hands.
“Don’t turn on me, Scar,” Liam whispered. He shifted so his back was to both kitchen cameras.
I just stared at him, waiting for him to say whatever it was he didn’t want our security detail to see.
“Or I might not help you sneak out of the apartment so we can go to that party tomorrow night.”
“How do you even know about the party?” I whispered.
“I was invited by some guys on the team.”
Liam was a freshman. He wasn’t supposed to be invited. I was pretty sure my little brother was already cooler than me and he’d only been at Empire High for one day.
He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me toward the door. “I know you think that high school is hell. But have you ever thought that maybe you’re just taking it all too seriously?”
Honestly, he was probably right about that. My mom probably had a good point too. She’d never been kissed before college. She never even got invited to a party in high school. And she was always smiling. It was different though. She found her soulmate in college. Mine had been right in front of me my whole life and he acted like he didn’t know it too.
“By the way, RJ told me that Sophie is letting him drive her to school. Do you think you could give me lessons too?”
“I’m already grounded. And I don’t think she’s teaching him anything. She’s just using him as a chauffeur.”
“I don’t think so. They have a real chauffeur for that.”
I laughed. “Fair.” I was glad when we reached the elevator so he would drop the subject. I wasn’t going to teach my 14-year-old brother how to drive. Besides, I wasn’t even very good at it. There was a reason I usually hitched a ride with one of my friends. But I guess this year we’d be escorted by my dad every day. My dad who all my female classmates apparently wanted to call Daddy.So gross.