Logan didn't notice their stares. He skipped down to the first floor. Once he was in the kitchen, he dropped his bag on the island counter and went to the fridge. His usual pancakes were already set on a plate for him. Since he preferred his orange juice to be really cold, he told the maids that he'll be the one to get it.

As Logan opened a fresh bottle, a voice rang behind him.

"Good dream?"

Startled, he spun on his heels and noticed his father for the first time since he came. The man was reading the newspaper with a cup of black coffee. The plate in front of him had crumbs left from his usual bagels.

Logan normally spent breakfast alone. He rarely saw the head of the house in the morning. He sat on his father's right where his pancakes were.

"Running late today, old man?" Logan greeted him then, took a bite of his pancakes.

Logan's father ignored his question and sipped the last drops of his coffee, "How's school, Logan?

"Oh, wonderful. I heard the princ.i.p.al has been making rounds but I haven't seen him"

Mr. Parker looked at his son's face. Logan was sporting a cheeky grin and a mouthful of pancakes. His son knew that wasn't what he meant but there he was with a smug expression on his face.

He wanted to wipe it off.

He shook the paper in his hands as if to straighten the creases. When Logan was about to take another bite, he spoke, "I didn't think you'd want to see more of your father's face"

A clatter came from his right. Logan's fork fell on the plate. He didn't need to see it to know his son's face was filled with utter horror.

"That's not—"

"I'll come by your cla.s.s sometime"

A groan and a sigh later, Logan gave in, "Fine, you win"

Steve Parker chuckled. Both of his sons were compet.i.tive. They got it from him. They still had a long way to go if they want to against their father. Steve folded the newspaper and placed it on the counter. Standing up, he ruffled Logan's hair, "See you around, kiddo"

Logan glared at his father's back then, fixed his hair. The old man was smiling as he came out of the kitchen. There was something new about his son. He couldn't quite place a finger on it. Of course, Logan wouldn't admit to anything. This was a case he needed to investigate. Logan practically gave him an opportunity. A cla.s.s visit may put some light on the situation.