Inside the car, Ethan glared at his cousin with a mixture of embarrassment and exasperation.
"There was no need for that," he said, though his voice carried more amusement than genuine anger.
Noah laughed softly. "Come on, admit it—you enjoyed watching their faces when you got in."
"Maybe a little," Ethan conceded, his glare softening into a grin. "But you could have given me a heads up. Half the school probably thinks I'm some secret millionaire now."
"Is that such a bad thing? " Noah asked, smoothly navigating through the school traffic while the GT-R's engine purred with restrained power.
"I mean, you are going to be one soon, from your streaming hustle." Noah teased.
Ethan rolled his eyes at but couldn't help but hope that his cousin's words would become true.
As they drove toward Ethan's house, his cousin's curiosity about the earlier day's events finally overcame his embarrassment about the school spectacle.
