"Timothy...?" Mrs. Clinton called.
"How was Lucas able to beat you?" She asked as she looked at her son, and then at the boy, they call Lucas, and then back at her son.
That was the question Timothy didn't want to hear...
It hurt his ears, and that was why he had been quiet the entire time.
Because he knew that if he said something once, his mother would pick it.
She was a very smart woman.
But now that he had heard the question, he needed to provide an answer.
And turning to her side, Mrs. Clinton pointed at her daughter as she asked;
"And what did this, whatever her name is, tell you that had you shiver and close up in fear...?"
Amanda swallowed hard.
Timothy gulped down when he heard that question.
"Uh, sorry, my name is, Te...!"
"Did anyone ask you who you are?" Mrs. Clinton rudely asked as she eyed Temi, cutting her off.
Temi only raised an eyebrow as she smirked, with her arms, still over her chest, crossed
Looking at both her children, Mrs. Clinton got confused.
"Timothy, Amanda, why aren't you both talking to me?" Mrs. Clinton asked.
Amanda shook her head as she breathed out heavily.
"Nothing, Mum...!"
"Nothing..." Mrs. Clinton repeated in surprise as she stared at her daughter.
"Nothing?" Mrs. Clinton asked again.
Looking down at Timothy, who had his head bent low, Mrs. Clinton asked.
"Have you two been bullied by these two (2) in any way and also threatened not to say a damn word?" Mrs. Clinton asked.
"Bullied? By us...?" Lucas asked as he pointed at himself and looked up at his sister.
When Temi heard her brother ask, she burst out laughing.
"Oh, I was waitin' for you to spill the bean bruh...!" Temi said.
Looking at his sister, Lucas smiled.
"And did I disappoint you, Sis...?" Lucas asked.
Temi's laughing face turned to a deep frown when she heard that.
"Of course not...!" She said.
"You've earned a fist bump...here ya go!" Temi said, as she gave Lucas a fist bump, which, Lucas, happily welcomed.
Watching them excited, while her children, couldn't say anything, but also watched them silently, piqued Mrs. Clinton.
"Amanda Elizabeth Clinton...!" Mrs. Clinton called Amanda by her birth names.
"Mum, do you have to let everyone know all my names...?" Amanda asked as she groaned.
"Shut up your mouth, and begin spilling the beans to me, and tell me if any of these kids are bullying you at school...!" Mrs. Clinton said as she pointed at Temi and Lucas.
"Bully? We don't know where to start from...!" Temi asked with an amused look on her face as she turned to look down at her brother, who was also looking up at her the same fake 'surprised' abused face'
"Speaking of having to know who bullies who, they're the one's bullying and not us... !" Lucas muttered.
"What did you just say...?" Mrs. Clinton asked.
Lucas raised his eyes and looked at Mrs. Clinton.
"Ma'am...?" Lucas asked with raised eyebrows.
"I said...!"
"You know what, Mum?" Timothy said.
"Yes, baby...?"Mrs. Clinton said.
"At least someone's talking, unlike someone...!" Mrs. Clinton turned muttered as she turned and eyed Amanda.
"I think it's better you just leave the Smiths just the way they are...!"
Mrs. Clinton's head snapped to look at her son when she had heard what he had said.
"What do you mean by...!"
"I think it's better we just leave the Smiths just the way they are...!" Timothy repeated sharply.
"Timothy Allen...!"
"Mum, if you call all my names, I'm not Amanda, so I don't know what I'd do...!" Timothy cut off his Mother sharply.
Mrs. Clinton stared at her son in surprise.
"Did you just talk back at me, Timothy?" Mrs. Clinton asked as she pointed at herself.
Timothy nodded.
"Yes, Mum, I did!" Timothy said unblinkingly.
"Are you...!"
"Mum, it's better you just listen to Tim and me on this one, 'cause we're the ones that school with them, so we know them more than you do...!" Amanda cut in.
Mrs. Clinton turned back to look at her daughter.
Pointing at her, Mrs. Clinton said;
"I am trying to support you kids and pull you both out of the mess you had both created for yourselves and you're telling me to be wary of these kids?"
Amanda looked down at her brother Timothy who was behind their Mother as she could not look at her Mother right in the eyes.
"You both go to the same school, and so what? Do I need to get all fidgety because I'm in front of your schoolmates' parents, or what?" Mrs. Clinton was getting angry now.
"That's not what we're saying...!" Amanda said.
"What are you trying to say then?" Mrs. Clinton asked.
As Amanda opened her mouth to reply, Mrs. Clinton cut her off.
"And what was she referring to when she said, that you just better get talkin' or else she's gon' reveal it...?" Mrs. Clinton asked.
Amanda closed her mouth, the moment these words left her mother's mouth.
"What's the 'it' there? What does it mean?" Mrs. Clinton asked.
Amanda was speechless.
"Amanda, are you doing something at school that the school refused to tell us? Your Father and I?" Mrs. Clinton asked as she pulled out her phone from her purse.
As she removed her phone from her purse, Mrs. Clinton heard someone call to her...
"Of course not... Our daughter's not like that. Why would you say something like that about Amanda?"
It was Mr. Clinton.
As they heard the man's voice, they all turned their heads to look back at the hospital building.
When Temi, her Mother, and Lucas turned to go look behind them since they were the ones backing the building, they found their Father; Mr. Roger Smith, behind them.
They almost jumped in fear.
"Dad...!" Both Temi and Lucas called.
"Babe...!" Mrs. Smith called in dear as she punched her husband.
"Ow...!" Mr. Smith cried out in fear as he held to the left side of his chest, the area where his wife had hit.
"What was that for?" Mr. Smith asked as he stared at his wife with furrowed brows.
"You scared the life out of us...!" Temi and Lucas both exclaimed at themselves before looking at themselves and then laughing.
"Oh really?" Mr. Smith with brows deeply furrowed as he turned and looked at his wife.
"It's true...!" Mrs. Smith said.
"Why would you be scared?" Mr. Smith asked.
"There's nothing to be afraid of when I'm the one here...!" Mr. Smith said.
"That's not what we mean, what we're saying is, when did you get here?" Temi asked.
"Exactly!" Mrs. Smith nodded.
"Have you been standing here? Behind us this whole time?" Lucas added.
Scratching the back of his head, Mr. Smith said;
"Er, well...I just got here...!"
Temi and her Mum, alongside Lucas, looked at themselves before shaking their heads and sighing.
They couldn't just get their Dad...
Afterward, they heard footsteps moving fast in their direction.
Turning their eyes a little, they found Troy jogging towards them.
Mrs. Smith frowned.
"Where's baby Bryan?" Temi asked as soon as her mother opened her mouth to talk.
Hitting her shoulder gently, Mrs. Smith said with a smile on her face;
"Hey, that's what I wanted to say...!"
Temi giggled.
Meanwhile, while the Smiths were having a great 'reunion' time, the Clintons were quite the opposite of their opponent...
"Did you hear what the black girl said?" Mrs. Clinton asked.
"What'd she say?" Mr. Clinton asked.
"She said, she was gonna expose Amanda for some incident at school or something...!" Mrs. Clinton said.
"And you believe her!" Mr. Clinton raised his brow cutting his wife short.
Mrs. Clinton went silent.
"And you believe her...?" Mr. Clinton repeated him.
"Well, how else do you want me to react?" Mrs. Clinton asked.
"She's our opponents' daughter and an adversary of Amanda, you can't possibly just believe whatever she just said out of the blue...!" Mr. Clinton said.
"She might have just said that to freak Amanda out...we all know they're the ones at fault!" Mr. Clinton had a point there.
But his wife, Mrs. Clinton, was not willing to admit it.
"Well, she couldn't just have said it just like that either...!"
"There might've been something that must have transpired at school that she hadn't told us and since this is coming up, she decided to use that as an advantage and turn us against her!" Mrs. Clinton said.
"I bet they're friends at school...!" Mrs. Clinton mumbled in a low tone as she slowly turned her gaze from her husband to glare at Amanda.
When Amanda caught sight of her Mother's glare, she trembled.
Her mother sure could support her children in any way.
But do not...
"It sounds as if you're supporting the girl." Mr. Clinton said gently as he studied his wife, snapping Amanda out of her thoughts.
Hearing what her husband said, Mrs. Clinton couldn't help but stare at him in disgust.
"I can't believe such a filthy thing would come out of your mouth!" She spat.
"I'm just saying...not that mean it...!" Mr. Clinton chuckled.
He knew he had set off the trigger in his wife...
"Ah, I know when you mean something!" Mrs. Clinton cut him off as she also eyed him.
Mr. Clinton clicked his tongue as he stared at his wife.
Letting out a small smile, Mr. Clinton said in a low voice;
"Just wait till we get home...!"
His smile was dangerous...
When Timothy and Amanda saw it, they trembled.
Sharing a gaze, they understood what that meant.
Although, they knew their father had a temper...But his could not be compared...or even of it could be compared, they didn't know who had the worst temper, between both of their parents...
When their Father, Mr. Clinton said that, Mrs. Clinton just eyed him up and down...
She was also prepared for him.
If they didn't settle that matter the east way...then there would be a hard and cruel way to solve it.
"Okay, let's just settle this matter the right and easy way!" Mr. Smith suggested, grabbing the attention of birth families.
"What right and easy way?" Mrs. Clinton eyed as she asked.
Mrs. Smith eyed her back.
"Let the children speak and explain themselves!" Mr. Smith said.
"The incident happened between them, and not us...!"
"It's better we know who's at fault now, and solve the matter now than letting it develop into something that would destroy our help for each other in the future!"
"We already know that it's your kids who are at fault and not ours...!" Mrs. Clinton mumbled.
"Leah...!" Mr. Clinton called his wife by her name.
"Let the whole world know that I'm Leah Clinton...!" Mrs. Clinton rolled her eyes.
Troy whistled.
" 'I can see where Timothy gets his attitude from...!' " Temi thought but forgot to control her mouth.
The moment she uttered those words, Amanda, who was closest to her turned and looked at her.
Sensing someone's gaze on her, she turned her head to the right of her side, to find Amanda staring at her.
Temi pursed her lips.
But Amanda only have her a stressed look that says;
'Now you see...!'
Temi almost wanted to burst out laughing but had to control herself, causing her to release only a smirk.
As she turned to look forward, she caught another pair of eyes watching her, but in a killing manner.
It was Amanda's mother, Mrs. Clinton...
And she was glaring at her, as she eyed her up and down.
'Did she hear what I said...?' Temi couldn't help but ask herself. Afterward, she slowly turned her head and eyes away.
She had reminded herself to be careful of what comes out of her mouth next time...
Anytime...
"Now, please, boys..!" Mr. Smith ignored the attitude that Mrs. Clinton was giving to him that was causing a boil that was erupting up inside of him as he turned to the boys fr both families and said;
"Can you all please relate the incident that happened between you all to us as your parents?"
Looking at all themselves, they each waited for one person to speak up...
That was when Timothy took a deep breath and as he was about to say something, his father, Mr. Clinton spoke up first.
"Look, Mr...Smith..." Mr. Clinton first called Temi's Father's name slowly as he also eyed him from up, and then down, with a disgusted look in his eyes.
"We are, both parents...all parents, except for the two (2) grown daughters that we have standing right beside each of us, and this is an absolute waste of time if we continue like this, besides...!" Mr. Clinton said as he looked down at his wristwatch.
"I have a meeting due in one hour and can't afford to miss it...!" Mr. Clinton said slowly.
Looking up at Mr. Smith, Mr. Clinton said;
"Can we postpone it to another day?" It was more of a statement than of a question.
Mr. Smith's face didn't budge as he stared directly into Mr. Clinton's eyes.
When he had made that suggestion, Mr. Smith knew his intentions.
He was trying to cover up for. his son's mistake.
He wasn't 'trying' to cover it up, he 'was' however, hiding the fact that he didn't want his son and his family, his name most especially, to be degraded and dragged down, which is the pride of every man, right?
But laughing lightly to him himself, Mr. Smith said;
"Well, I'm afraid that that can't happen, Mr. Clinton!"
"Pardon?" Mr. Clinton said.
Mr. Smith smirked a little.
"You heard me!" Mr. Smith said.
"Who do you think you are to...!"
"You just said that you have one more hour to spare, am I right?" Mr. Smith cut him off short.
"Well, luckily, I think we all wouldn't take up to thirty minutes if we all co-operate, and the kids let the cat out of the bag!" Mr. Smith said in a low tone as he focused all his attention on Mr. Clinton.
Mr. Clinton's brows furrowed.
'Who does this man think he is...?' Mr. Clinton couldn't help but ask himself as he kept on staring at the man not too far from him.
After thinking for a while, Mr. Clinton looked back at his wife. Seeing her give a slight nod, he turned back to Mr. Smith and said;
"Okay, fine, we have a deal!"
Mr. Smith smiled.
"But all I know for sure is, my boy didn't start the fight...!"
"No, Dad...I was the one who started the fight!"
Timothy's voice was heard.
His parents looked at him, wide-eyed and shocked.
Did they just hear clearly?
Timothy of all people admitted that he had started the fight...
How embarrassing!