Finding My True Self | Protector 5.1

Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

       "So, I say we have a game night Friday," Gray said during lunch with all of us, except Zayden, sitting at the table. Zayden and Eleanor were sitting at their own table since there wasn't enough room for her to join us now that Octave was here.

       Not that she would anyway. We were too crazy at lunch time and had a lot of inside jokes.

       "Like, board games?" Liberty asked.

       "Ew, no, gross," Gray said. "Video games."

       Kingsley just groaned and rested his head on the table. "Count me out."

       "What? Why?" Gray asked.

       "He's grounded for a month," Liberty said. "And Cerise for a week."

       I looked over at Cerise. "What did you do?"

       Cerise sighed. "I knew what Kingsley was doing and I tried covering it up for him."

       "Yeah, and because of Kingsley, our dads are mad at each other," Makenna said, glaring at Kingsley.

       "Come on, that's not his fault," Cerise said. "They're just disagreeing about his punishment, that's all. They'll get over it soon."

       Liberty snorted. "Yeah, right. You're only saying it's not his fault because you'd do anything to keep you out of trouble."

        "That's not....okay, that is true," Cerise said. "But it isn't Kingsley's fault Dad and Papa are arguing. Like I said, they're disagreeing about his punishment. There's nothing wrong with that."

       "Yeah, once Zayden came home around midnight without saying where he was and my parents disagreed on how to punish him," I said.

       "Yeah?" Makenna asked. "Because Dad made Papa sleep on the couch, all because Kingsley was an idiot."

       "Okay, I get it," Kingsley snapped. "You don't have to keep saying it's my fault. I made a mistake, so get over it. You're not perfect children either," he looked at Makenna, "Miss I Never Tell Dads Where I'm Going," he looked at Liberty, "and Miss I Don't Know What it Means to Pass a Class."

       "At least we don't smoke pot," Makenna shot back.

       "At least I don't blame people for someone else's problems," Kingsley said. "And at least I'm not doing drugs or drinking."

       "Yes, because weed is so much better," Makenna said sarcastically.

       "Can we please just stop arguing?" Cerise asked. "Seriously, Kingsley isn't the only one to do something bad, and it's not like he's the only teenager to do it. Just leave him alone."

       "At least someone's on my side," Kingsley muttered.

       "Uh, I am too," I said. "I don't agree with it, but it isn't your fault your dads are arguing about it. Like I said, my parents disagree all the time about punishments. And yes, my mom has made my dad sleep on the couch before."

       "But our dads never argue," Makenna said. "And now because of Kingsley, they are."

       "Oh, relax," Gray said. "If they're arguing about punishments, it's not Kingsley's fault. It's the way they parent."

       "Exactly," Cerise said. "Dad thinks Kingsley should be punished for a month, and Papa thinks Kingsley shouldn't be punished at all."

       "And you think it's Kingsley's fault they're arguing?" Lilac asked.