9. When in Trouble for Interrogating Keoni (1/2)

~ grant's pov ~

a wave of anger shivered through my body when she said that. she was ashamed to be related to me. i opened my mouth to speak but no sound came out and i waited for her to call me a wimp, say she hated me, but instead she grabbed keoni's hand and led him towards the door.

"come on, keo. they're not worth our time," she said to him loudly so we could hear. and then she opened the door and set of back toward the hall.

when the door closed, zach spoke.

"man, are you ok, that's gotta sting," he said.

i shook my head.

"i gotta go see da- i mean, solomon."

"see ya then, i'll go and talk to her."

"no," i yelped a

uptly. "i'll do it."

"'kay man, whatever."

i walked calmly out of the room just as a voiced bounced of the speakers and ricocheted off of the walls to my ears.

"grant newman to joe solomon's office please," boomed a voice, probably dr steve's. i was headed there anyway. but what i wasn't expecting to find there was cammie.

"sit please, grant," said solomon, no grant, dad! i mentally slapped myself for forgetting.

i sat down.

"now, why is your sister upset?" he stood up and shut the door so no one could hear.

"i don't know, you'll have to ask her," i replied with a grunt, like a normal teenaged boy.

"fine," he continued. "cammie, why are you upset?"

"he told zach," she said plainly.

"told zach what?"

"that he's my

other. and bex. and you said not to tell anyone, dad," she said plainly. "and then zach told him about keoni and i walked in thinking zach wanted to talk again, but then they were interrogating keo. that's not fair. i am an hour older than him and my birthday is the day before. so i'm older and i can look after myself, right dad?"

"right, but just because you were born at eleven on the 19th and grant was born the next day at half past midnight, doesn't make you any better than him," he replied easily. i smirked at her, as if to say 'yeah, cammie,' and she slapped me on the arm, hard :(. dad shook his head before continuing. "but grant, cammie is allowed her own space and the decisions she makes are her choices. if mr lawrence is, how do you kids say it, 'dating' your sister and he just got here, imagine how it is for cammie."

"what do you mean?" i asked, confused.

"if your *dating* ms baxter," he put two fingers up and bent them when he said dating, "and cammie is her best friend, she manages to stay close to her, so why can't you be a bit more welcoming for mr lawrence?"

now it was her turn to smirk at me.

"i'm sorry, dad, but you know that she said she was ashamed of me?"

"no," he said and turned to cammie. "is this true?"

she nodded, pulling out her nail file and filing her thumb nail.