"Open up." Carlisle says. I shake my head no as I eye the sudsy bar of soap in his hand. He sighs and sets the bar on the counter. I glance at it and at him as he wipes the soap off of his hand on onto a towel. Did I seriously get out of this?

Carlisle grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. I groan. Of course I didn't get out of it. He gives my already tender backside five hard swats and it takes everything I have not to start crying.

"Let's try this again." He says and sets me back down on the closed lid of the toilet. He picks the bar of soap up again. "Open your mouth."

This time, I do as he says. The nasty soap is shoved in my mouth. I keep my eyes closed as he scrubs my tongue with it. The bitter taste will no doubt stain my tongue and last for quite a while. After two minutes or so of scrubbing, he leaves the bar of soap in my mouth and wipes his hands again on the towel.

"When I tell you that you're going to do something, do not tell me no. You are going to apologize." Carlisle says firmly.

I almost roll my eyes, but I quickly stop myself and simply look away from him. Carlisle isn't fooled by my attempt to hide my annoyance. He shakes his head and sighs.

"You are really working towards getting another whooping, my boy. Now listen, you stay here and keep that soap in your mouth until I tell you different. If you take it out, you'll get your butt busted again. Understand?"

I nod and he claps his hand on my shoulder before he leaves the bathroom. I groan and throw my head back, but quickly lift my head again when the soap suds slide to the back of my throat. I can hear Carlisle and Esme talking in the living room.

"Rose and Edward will be home soon." Esme says. "How long are you planning on keeping him in there?"

"He can sit there for a while, even if the other two are home. I don't know what has made him think that he can do or say whatever he wants, but it ends today."

"Do I really have to?" I ask Carlisle meekly as we walk up to the school. He nods.

"We have already gone through this, Emmett. You have to apologize."

I sigh, but I don't argue. Rosalie and Edward are with us, and the last thing I want is to get my ass busted in front of them. It's bad enough that they saw me with soap in my mouth last evening.

"Just apologize and you'll be fine." Rose tells me and squeezes my hand.

"I just hate to apologize to Jonathan. He deserved it." I mumble.

"Whether he did or didn't, you still should not have been part of the prank. You're apologizing, and that's that." Carlisle says firmly. I sigh and catch a smug look from Edward. Carlisle quickly notices it and glances over at Edward. Edward's shoulders sink forward. Carlisle must have mentally scolded him.

As we reach the school, Rosalie says goodbye to me and heads to her class. Edward stays with Carlisle and me, claiming that he has to speak with Carlisle once we're done. Carlisle tells him to wait outside of the main office. I keep my eyes on the ground as we walk in and are greeted by the secretary.

"I would like to speak with Principal Becker if he is available." Carlisle tells her. "And if there is any way that Jonathan Smith could join us, that would be ideal. My son has a few things he would like to say to them."

"Of course, Dr. Cullen." The secretary says with a big smile and stands from her seat behind an old desk. "I'll get them down here right away."

Carlisle thanks her and tells me to sit, gesturing to the wooden chairs outside of Becker's office. I look at him with pleading eyes, but I don't get any sympathy. To avoid any more smacks, I sit and shift my weight around in attempts to find a comfortable position. Carlisle sits next to me and starts to offer suggestions of what I should say. I listen for Jonathan and Becker to come into the office, but Edward is outside of the main office pacing, occasionally dropping his text book just to cause a distraction for me. Finally, I hear Becker complaining about me to the secretary.

"The last thing I want is to deal with those Cullen parents. Maybe if they actually punished their children, they wouldn't be such a problem. I swear, if he's here to complain over the corporal punishment policy-"

"Mr. Becker, didn't his wife say they punish their kids?" The secretary asks.

"I'm sure she was just saying that to get him out of trouble. Mommy and Daddy won't be able to bail him out of everything." He continues to complain until he sees Edward outside of the office. "Cullen, why aren't you in class?"

"They still have twenty minutes before class starts, Mr. Becker." The secretary adds on quickly.

"I am just waiting for my father, sir. I have a few questions for him about our plans for after school." Edward responds so sweetly it'll give you a toothache.

"Sounds like he's a pleasant man." Carlisle mumbles under his breath to me, nudging me with his elbow. I look over at him and he gives me a small smile. I smile back.

"He sure is." I mumble back.

Becker, the secretary and Jonathan come into the office and Carlisle quickly stands and offers his hand for Becker to shake.

"You must be Mr. Becker. I'm Carlisle Cullen."

"What brings you in today?" Becker asks him harshly.

"I was told my oldest boy here had caused some trouble yesterday."

Becker nods, and as Carlisle explains that I have something to say to the two of them, Becker notices me fidgeting in my seat and he smirks.

"Emmett," Carlisle says, turning to me. With a gesture of his hand, I rise to my feet. I give Carlisle another pleading look. All I get is his firm grip on my arm and a whispered threat of taking me back to the car to bust my tail if I don't apologize. For a moment, I think I would rather get my ass worn out instead of apologizing two these two goons.

"So?" Becker says with raised eyebrows.

"Any time now, Emmett." Carlisle tells me.

I glance between Jonathan and Becker, both wearing smug looks.

"I'm sorry." I finally mumble.

"About?" Carlisle nudges for more.

I sigh. I can think of a lot of things I can apologize for. I'm sorry Jonathan is such a smug little brat. I'm sorry Becker is a fat pig who enjoys seeing his students squirm. I glance over at Carlisle and debate if it's worth a beating to say a sarcastic apology.

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