Homework (Stony highschool AU)

Chapter Sixteen

Tony 

"Another date with Meredith tonight?" Steve's voice asks over the phone.

"Yep. But I'm kinda nervous, we're having dinner at my house."

"Really? I never pegged your Dad as the type to have people over to dinner," He blatantly states.

I look into my bathroom mirror and fix my hair a bit.

"He's not. My mom insisted that she come over, though. They had a nice big fight last night about it." I walk out of the bathroom and into my bedroom as I exert this information.

"Gee, sorry to hear that."

"Don't worry about it, man. It's all too normal."

"Still, I'm sorry."

There's a small silence on the phone that makes me feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Hey, I uh, have to go. Call me when dinner is over. Okay?" Steve speaks, breaking the silence.

"Alright, talk to you later," I say, and hang up the phone.

I hear the doorbell ding downstairs, and I perk up at the sound. I bolt from my spot in my room and run downstairs to see my mother opening my door to greet Meredith. I smile as I see the two kindly shake hands.

"Nice to meet you, honey," my mother says to her.

"You too," Meredith says with a gorgeous smile on her face.

I step forward to greet her myself. I lean down to her height and kiss her on the cheek.

"Nice seeing you here," I purr out to her.

She laughs, "Nice, uhm, leg?"

I look down, "Oh yeah, cast is off now! How good do I look?"

I step out and do a little spin in front of her.

She giggles, "Just dashing."

"Tony! Stop lollygagging and introduce me to the girl," I hear my dad sternly demand from behind me.

I turn to see him with a big fake smile on his face. Meredith steps forward and holds out her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Stark."

My father sticks his hand out to shake hers, "It's nice to meet you. I've heard quite a bit about you."

Liar. All I've told him is that I have a girlfriend and her name is Meredith. And then he would only go on to rant about how I need to focus on school instead of females.

"Well I believe that our chef is almost done with dinner," my mom announces. "The dining room is right this way." She flows her hands towards a room that is off to the side of the kitchen.

My mother and father walk forward together while Meredith and I fall back and follow them.

"You have your own chef?" Meredith asks in a hushed tone.

"Mmhmm," I reply, nonchalantly.

We all take seats around the long dining room table. Mother and Father sit at the ends, and Meredith and I sit across from each other.

Three men emerge from the back kitchen with platters of elegant looking food. It's only on special occasions do our staff actually work. Well, besides the maid. Normally for dinner I'll go in the kitchen and microwave a cup of noodles. Yup, believe it or not rich kids don't get five star meals every night. Parents aren't that great either.

Once the platter of my food is served, I pick up one of the many forks in front of me and begin to eat. The first few minutes of dinner are spent in silence. The only noises are the forks scraping against the plates and small sounds of chewing.