"My mom." He replied flatly, as if that was the end of the argument. He kept a better eye on things than most of the people his mother had hired over the years so he was pretty much stuck doing what he did. It was alright. Didn't leave much time for extracurriculars, but that was more just an excuse not to do them. Now he had counselors telling him he needed to take something in order to get into school. Whatever. He didn't even know what he wanted to do.
Except that he totally didn't want to style hair. "Um. No." He wrinkled his nose in disgust. This was his mother's dream, not his. No thanks. He might be good at it, but he certainly didn't want to make a career out of it.