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Thinkin’ to myself, I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth for what I was truly feelin’.
“You have me, Jackson. You’re not alone. Cuz you got me.”
Sincerely meanin’ it…
With each part of my confused, torn heart.
JACKSON
I went home shortly after Harley left, wanting to put my plan into action.
Harley didn’t have a fuckin’ clue, and I wasn’t going to allow her temper tantrum to deter me from what I honestly thought would work.
Leaving my jeans where Mary Poppins could find them, I went about the rest of my weekend.
Come Monday afternoon, I strode into my bedroom after school, knowing it was exactly where I’d find our nanny waiting for me.
With a stunned gaze, I played dumb. My eyes roaming from her concerned expression to the bag of weed securely in her grasp.
Hook, line, and sinker…
I 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’s else would it be? It was in your jeans.”
“It’s not mine, and I have no idea how it got in there,” I lied, egging her on.
“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.”
Eyeing her skeptically, I threw my backpack on my bed. Witnessing her have a meltdown exactly how Harley had.
“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, I put my hands up in the air. “Hey! I didn’t know you were going to dry my jeans. That’s on you.”
I didn’t.
I thought she’d find it before she threw them in the laundry.
“So, you did know the bag was in your jeans?”
Rolling my eyes, I scoffed out, “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.”
I arched an eyebrow, unfazed.
Finally. We were getting somewhere.
Shrugging, I simply 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.”
“So, you are smoking weed?”
“Why does it matter to you if I am?”
