corner and found them at the water fountain, one boy gleefully squirting the other. A fast-spreading puddle of water surrounded their feet.
“Hey!” Cam hustled toward them. “What do you think you’re doing?”
The boys froze and looked at him through large blue eyes. Water dripped down their faces onto their T-shirts and shorts.
Cam squinted. One boy wore a blue shirt and the other red, but their faces were identical. “I asked you boys a question.”
The twins exchanged nervous glances. “We were just getting a drink,” the boy on the left in the red shirt said.
“Right.” Cam scoffed. “You were doing a whole lot more than that and you know it. Where are your parents?”
“They’re at work.” The boy on the right spoke this time, his chin quivering. “We’re here with our sister.”
“Where is she?”
Both boys pointed down the hall past Cam’s shoulder. “She’s talking to Ms. Clark,” the boy in the blue shirt said.
Heat flashed into Cam’s face, and he clenched his jaw. These must be two of Rachel’s drama students. “Let’s go.” He grabbed the boys by their soggy shirtsleeves and towed them back toward Rachel’s office. “You and Ms. Clark have some explaining to do.”
The boy on his left began to sniff. “We didn’t mean to get the floor wet.”
“We just wanted a drink,” the other boy added in a whiny voice.
Cam opened Rachel’s door and marched them into the room.
Rachel stood near her desk with the three teens who had helped her move into her apartment. She stopped mid-sentence and turned to him. “What’s going on?”
He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at her. “That’s what I’d like to know.”
“Why are you guys all wet?” Haley asked.
“We just stopped to get a drink of water.” The boy in the blue shirt held out his hands. “We didn’t mean to get water on the floor.”
Haley gasped. “Brian! I told you guys to go straight to the bathroom and come right back.” She crossed the room and stood in front of her brothers.
Brian dropped his chin and refused to look at her.
Haley turned to the other twin. “Jeff? Tell me what happened.”
“Brian started it. He squirted me.”
Brian’s head popped up. “Well, you squirted me back!”
“I did not!”
“Yes you did!”
“I’m soaked!”
“That’s your fault!”
Haley held up her hand. “Guys! Stop!”
“The point is,” Cam said with a definite edge to his voice.These boys were running through the halls and having a water fight at the drinking fountain.”
Rachel opened her mouth, no doubt intending to argue with him, but he was not about to listen to any excuses.
He pointed an accusing finger at her. “You promised your students wouldn’t cause any problems.” His voice grew more strident as he continued. “Summer camp hasn’t even started, and they’re already making trouble.”
Fire flashed in Rachel’s eyes. The twins quivered in their soggy tennis shoes. Ryan, Steve and Haley stared at him like he was some kind of evil villain.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Clark,” Haley said. “I should’ve walked them to the bathroom.” She laid her hand on her brothers’ shoulders. “Come on. Lets go clean up the mess.”
“We’ll help.” Ryan looked at Steve and nodded toward the door. His friend picked up the cue, and they followed Haley and the twins into the hall.
“You’ll find a mop in the janitor’s closet just past the drinking fountain,” Cam called.
Rachel watched the kids hurry out the door. When she was certain they were out of earshot she spun around. “How could you treat those children like that?”
“ Those children need to learn there are consequences for destructive behavior.”
“I would hardly call getting a little water on the floor destructive behavior.”
“Well it would’ve been a flood if I hadn’t stopped them.”
“Don’t you think you are exaggerating just a little?”
“The issue is you promised to supervise your
“Hey!” Cam hustled toward them. “What do you think you’re doing?”
The boys froze and looked at him through large blue eyes. Water dripped down their faces onto their T-shirts and shorts.
Cam squinted. One boy wore a blue shirt and the other red, but their faces were identical. “I asked you boys a question.”
The twins exchanged nervous glances. “We were just getting a drink,” the boy on the left in the red shirt said.
“Right.” Cam scoffed. “You were doing a whole lot more than that and you know it. Where are your parents?”
“They’re at work.” The boy on the right spoke this time, his chin quivering. “We’re here with our sister.”
“Where is she?”
Both boys pointed down the hall past Cam’s shoulder. “She’s talking to Ms. Clark,” the boy in the blue shirt said.
Heat flashed into Cam’s face, and he clenched his jaw. These must be two of Rachel’s drama students. “Let’s go.” He grabbed the boys by their soggy shirtsleeves and towed them back toward Rachel’s office. “You and Ms. Clark have some explaining to do.”
The boy on his left began to sniff. “We didn’t mean to get the floor wet.”
“We just wanted a drink,” the other boy added in a whiny voice.
Cam opened Rachel’s door and marched them into the room.
Rachel stood near her desk with the three teens who had helped her move into her apartment. She stopped mid-sentence and turned to him. “What’s going on?”
He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at her. “That’s what I’d like to know.”
“Why are you guys all wet?” Haley asked.
“We just stopped to get a drink of water.” The boy in the blue shirt held out his hands. “We didn’t mean to get water on the floor.”
Haley gasped. “Brian! I told you guys to go straight to the bathroom and come right back.” She crossed the room and stood in front of her brothers.
Brian dropped his chin and refused to look at her.
Haley turned to the other twin. “Jeff? Tell me what happened.”
“Brian started it. He squirted me.”
Brian’s head popped up. “Well, you squirted me back!”
“I did not!”
“Yes you did!”
“I’m soaked!”
“That’s your fault!”
Haley held up her hand. “Guys! Stop!”
“The point is,” Cam said with a definite edge to his voice.These boys were running through the halls and having a water fight at the drinking fountain.”
Rachel opened her mouth, no doubt intending to argue with him, but he was not about to listen to any excuses.
He pointed an accusing finger at her. “You promised your students wouldn’t cause any problems.” His voice grew more strident as he continued. “Summer camp hasn’t even started, and they’re already making trouble.”
Fire flashed in Rachel’s eyes. The twins quivered in their soggy tennis shoes. Ryan, Steve and Haley stared at him like he was some kind of evil villain.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Clark,” Haley said. “I should’ve walked them to the bathroom.” She laid her hand on her brothers’ shoulders. “Come on. Lets go clean up the mess.”
“We’ll help.” Ryan looked at Steve and nodded toward the door. His friend picked up the cue, and they followed Haley and the twins into the hall.
“You’ll find a mop in the janitor’s closet just past the drinking fountain,” Cam called.
Rachel watched the kids hurry out the door. When she was certain they were out of earshot she spun around. “How could you treat those children like that?”
“ Those children need to learn there are consequences for destructive behavior.”
“I would hardly call getting a little water on the floor destructive behavior.”
“Well it would’ve been a flood if I hadn’t stopped them.”
“Don’t you think you are exaggerating just a little?”
“The issue is you promised to supervise your
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