Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Chapter 67 (EJ)

Emma's POV

"Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice Mr. and Mrs. Hollen. I just wanted to talk to you

about Ethan Junior's behavior and conduct."

We were sitting in Ethan Junior's classroom with him and his class teacher. EJ had gotten into a fight

with another kid in his class.

"First, Ethan Junior is a very brilliant and intelligent student. He's punctual and brave. Over there is

what I call the Star Chart," she pointed to a poster on the wall that had the names of students and the

stars they received for their academic performance.

EJ had a full line. I was impressed. But there was another line for conduct and behavior, his had only

one star while other students were all above five. I was disappointed, and Ethan was too. His eyes

were getting darker and darker as he looked at our son.

"Ethan Junior has a temper that needs serious controlling. He got into a fight with another kid last week

because that child accidentally stepped on his box of markers. Then, he got into another fight because

the other children were teasing him and calling him 'one star'."

"Oh my goodness, Mrs. Powells. My husband and I are very sorry about his conduct in the classroom.

We know he has a temper; we've been dealing with it from home, and we'll continue to do so until he

shapes up," I said, glancing over at EJ.

"Thank you. But as I said, he's a brilliant little boy. He just needs to mind his language and his temper."

"Yes ma'am. Thanks for meeting with us," Ethan said, standing and shaking hands with Mrs. Powells.

I shook hands with her also.

Ethan glared at EJ. He wasn't pleased-- the look of disappointment was in his eyes. Without another

word he walked outside towards to car.

The ride home was silent.

When we got through the door, Ethan led EJ to our bedroom. He sat him down on the bed and hovered

over him like a predator.

"What have we talked about son?"

I just watched because I usually left the discipline up to him.

"Minding my manners," EJ said innocently, bowing his head.

Ethan lifted his face. "I want you to look me in my eyes when I'm talking to you," he said, his voice

rising.

EJ looked up at his father, tears in his eyes now.

"Little Ethan, let this be the last time your teacher calls your mom and I in to tell us about your behavior

in class or out of class, and I'm dead serious this time."

"Yes Daddy. I'm sorry." Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it this time. I'm taking away your PlayStation and Xboxes, your iPads and

iPhone, your computer-- both laptop and desktop; I'm taking away your toys and your bouncing castle

in the yard. You're not getting back anything unless you get a full star chart for your conduct and

behavior."

"Daddy are you serious? You can't take all my toys away. What am I gonna play with when I'm bored?"

"You're going to read ahead in your school books. And I'll get you a book on behavior, so you'll read

that!"

I knew I shouldn't snap at him but his attitude and behavior was terrible, and if we didn't discipline him

and put our feet down, it would be too late for him. He was only nine. He should act as a child and

behave as one. I loved all my children equally, and I wanted to see the best for them. I wouldn't have a

rude child.

"Okay. Mommy?" he said, crying now.

My heart broke looking at his small figure sitting on our bed, sniffing and wiping away his tears. I just

had to hug him.

"Baby, listen to me. Your father and I love you so much, but you were being bad again and you should

be punished for it."

He nodded.

"You can leave now. I'll come get your things in a bit," Ethan told him.

EJ got up, opened the door and left.

I heaved a sigh. "Weren't we a bit harsh on him? He's still brilliant in his school work and he's learning

a lot on his computer. Can we just leave him with his desktop?"

"Arrgggghhh!" Ethan groaned.

"Please, baby. You can take the other things away, but I think we could at least leave him with

something."

"Okay, fine. I'll leave him with his desktop. Only."

"Okay."

After half an hour, Ethan came back with EJ's stuff. Security was instructed to air out the bouncing

castle and place it into the storeroom.

I was delivering the clean and folded laundry to the bedrooms. I walked passed EJ's room and heard

him talking with Evan.

"I'm very sorry for what I did at school. It's just that other kids are teasing me and calling me all sort of

names, so I fight back."

"Have you told the teacher?"

"I did but she keeps telling me to ignore them. I can't just ignore them when they get all up in my face

and tease me about being rich. Calling me 'Billionaire's King', 'Richy Rich Baby', 'Gold Spoon Head',

and all sort of other names."

"EJ, listen to me. Your teacher is right. You should ignore them because they're only looking for

attention and you're giving it to them. I had the same experience when I was your age, and you know

what I did?"

"What Evs?"

"I was nicer to them, especially the bullies. I brought them toys and cupcakes and chocolate and

sweets and candies. I even got Mom to take all of us to a water park. The next day, they became my

best friends and the bullying stopped."

"So you're telling me I should buy candies for the guys?"

"No. I'm telling you that sometimes it's wise to give a peace offering. Kill them with kindness."

"Not a bad idea. What should I tell Mom?"

"Tell mom that your class is having a fun day and you have to bring two boxes of whatever you chose

to the event."

"Okay. I'll go tell her now!"

I ran back to my bedroom. Ethan was signing some papers at his desk. I was putting the clothes away

when EJ barged into the room.

"How many times do I have to tell you to knock," Ethan immediately snapped at him, making him freeze

where he stood.

"Sorry Dad. I came to tell Mommy something."

I gave him a sly smile. "Yes baby?"

"Mom, the classroom is having a fun day tomorrow and I have to bring two boxes of cupcakes."

"Is that so? How come Mrs. Powells didn't give you a note?" I toyed with him, just to hear the clever

excuse he'd come up with.

"Because she didn't have paper, so she said we should just tell our parents."

"Okay. Two boxes of cupcakes you said?"

"Yes."

"I'll drop them off for her tomorrow after I pick them up."

"No! I was hoping I could go get it with you. There's a new flavor out and I wanna try it, but I can't

remember the name of it. If I see it, I'll know."

Evan had been coaching my poor child how to lie. I shook my head and gave him a big hug

nevertheless. I knew what it was like to be bullied.

The next morning, after he was dressed for school, we headed to the supermarket where I bought two

boxes of cupcakes, of his choice, then drove him to school.

"Have a nice day baby," I said, kissing his small cheeks.

"Thanks Mommy, and same to you. I love you," he said, taking off his seat belt and getting out, looking

like a little boss.

I handed him the boxes of cupcakes, which he easily carried to his classroom.

That afternoon, when I picked him up, he had two children by his side.

"Mom, this is Jack and Alex. They're my new friends," he said with a big smile.