Page 222 of We Shouldn't Be Together
He gestures at me. “You’re in sweats.”
“So?”
“You never leave the house in sweats.”
“I guess today is the day.”
Drew pulls an arm around me and walks me into the living room. “You really are in a funk.”
“Drew,” Dad calls from his study.
Drew’s eyes roll up, and he doesn’t respond.
I shift, weighing up whether I should say something.
Footsteps answer for me, and Dad appears in his study doorway. “Drew, I’m working from home.”
Drew shrugs. “Okay?”
Dad lifts his oversized tea cup. “I’ll need a fresh cup.”
“That’s nice,” Drew replies, not budging.
Dad stares Drew down to the point it makes my skin crawl.
Drew gestures at me. “How about you stop being so harsh to Tabitha?”
Dad frowns. “As her older brother, I would’ve thought you’d be more concerned about her being involved with an irresponsible hooligan. You know how those kinds of kids act, don’t you, Drew?”
The insult knocks the wind out of me.
Drew cracks his knuckles, accentuated by the chunky rings on his fingers.
Dad places his cup on the sideboard outside of his study. He then nods at Drew, gestures once more at the cup, and then disappears back into his study.
Drew scoffs and presses on my back as he turns away. “Come on, let’s go.”
Freddy moves into the living area, pulling on his varsity jacket. “Hey, are you guys ready to go?”
Drew smirks. “Now we are.”
Freddy notices the sideboard behind us. “Hey, is that Dad’s cup?”
Drew sniggers. “Yeah. He expects it to be refilled. Fat chance.”
Freddy steps forward. “I’ll do it.”
Drew holds him back. “Oh no, you don’t.”
Freddy struggles against Drew. “What’s the big deal? He’ll be happy once he gets it.”
“I don’t care.” Drew wrestles Freddy away from the sideboard. “We’re leaving.”
“It’ll take five minutes,” Freddy argues, pushing Drew backwards.
Corbin walks in from the hallway, taking in the spectacle. “What the heck is going on?”
“Corby,” Freddy rushes, maneuvering in Drew’s grip. “Go turn the tea kettle on for Dad.”
