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The door swung open shortly after, and Jackson’s stunned gaze connected with my concerned eyes. His caught off guard expression quickly fell to the bag of weed securely in my grasp.
He grinned. “I didn’t know Mary Poppins got high. Is that why she’s always so happy?”
“Very funny, Jackson. We both know this isn’t mine.”
“Are you trying to say it’s mine?”
“Who else’s would it be? It was in your jeans.”
“It’s not mine, and I have no idea how it got in there.”
“Oh, so it just magically grew legs and jumped in your pocket without your knowledge? Just happened to show up while I placed them in the dryer to de-wrinkle your clothes? Try again.”
He eyed me skeptically, throwing his backpack on his bed.
“What exactly are you trying to do here? Get me fired? Huh? That’s quite the stunt to pull on me, even for you. Skyler could have me arrested! No more nursing school, no more future, no more nanny for you! No more nothing thanks to you. I’m already missing so many classes because I’m here caring for you instead of showing up for school!”
Offended, he put his hands up in the air. “Hey! I didn’t know you were going to dry my jeans. That’s on you.”
“So, you did know the bag was in your jeans?”
He rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw. “No. I didn’t.”
“Then what? Huh? Explain to me what’s going on here, before I explain to Skyler what I think is going on instead.”
He arched an eyebrow, unfazed.
Jesus, does this kid feel anything?
Shrugging, he replied, “Then here’s your chance to get back at me, Camila. Go tattle, I don’t give a shit. Skyler’s not my mother and neither are you.”
I ignored his low blow. “So, you are smoking weed?”
“Why does it matter to you if I am?”
“You’re only thirteen. You have your whole life ahead of you. You shouldn’t be smoking weed that’s why.”
“And why is that, Mary Poppins? You’re telling me you’ve never tried it?”
“Nice try. This isn’t about me. This is about you.”
“Actually, this is about both of us. You brought this on yourself. Stay out of my business and we won’t have any problems. Yeah?”
“You know what? You’re right about one thing, I’m not your mother, nor do I want to be. Why is it so hard for you to see that? The stunt you pulled today crossed the line, Jackson! This is not okay! You know Journey is with me all the time, and the house reeked of weed because of your ploy to get me fired! Thank God I found a surgical mask to put on her, or else I would have been beyond screwed! You put your baby sister’s health in danger!”
“Oh bullshit, you’re just being dramatic. There was barely any weed. She was fine.”
“How would you know? Are you in medical school? Do you have a degree in—”
“Camila! What do you want from me? If you’re looking for an apology, you’re shit out of luck cuz you’re not getting one.”
Oh, hell no…
“Do you have any idea how hard I’ve worked to get to this point in my life? I didn’t grow up like you with your million-dollar house, name brand clothes, and overly priced education that you take for granted.” I pointed to myself, standing my ground. I wasn’t leaving this room until I gave him a piece of my mind.
He needed to be put in his place, regardless of the consequences.
“I grew up poor with parents who struggled to put food on the table for all of their kids, but who still provided the best they could under the circumstances. I grew up with hand-me-downs, shopped at thrift stores, bought secondhand everything just so I could have shoes to wear, a book to read, a calculator to do my math homework with. I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth like you did! But I’ll tell you one thing, Jackson, if I had, you bet your ass I would’ve appreciated it, and not have been a spoiled little shit like you who doesn’t know the meaning of the word grateful.”
