“N-no, you can’t,” Dad repeats, his words coming out between heaving breaths as if he just ran a freaking marathon. This isn’t the first time he’s caught me with a boy, far from it actually, yet he’s never freaked out like this before. “Why? It’s not like you usually care what I get up to,” I spit. “This… this is different. You can’t be with Toby.” The fact that he knows exactly who it is when he’s only seen the back of him is weird, but it’s nothing compared to the words that fall from his lips a second later. “He’s your brother.”
