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“Get out of my room, Camila.”
“You want me to rat you out, don’t you?”
“I’m not going to say it again,” I warned, my temper threatening loud and destructive.
“Jackson, acting out isn’t going to bring him hom—”
I got right in her face. “Get out!”
Her feet stumbled as I backed her out of my room, forcing her into the hallway before I slammed the door in her face.
“Jackson!” She banged on the door. “You can’t do this! You can’t just shut me out like this!”
“I just did!”
“Come on! Give me a chance! All I’m asking for is a chance!”
To both of our disbelief, I actually opened it. Getting right in her face again. “What else do I have to do to—”
“What’s going on here?” Skyler announced, breaking up our argument. Catching us both by surprise.
Mary Poppins turned to face her, still feeling my heated stare as she shoved the bag of weed in her back pocket.
Still unsure of what to do.
I watched her every move, just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Come on… just tell her already.
“Yeah, Camila, what’s going on here?” I baited, wanting to move this along.
“I- I- I- I mean… we were just…”
There was only one way I imagined this would go down. Never in a million years did I think she would be this perceptive.
Never in a million years did I think… she would care.
The more she thought about it, the more she realized who I was and what I stood for. Football was my life, and I wouldn’t risk that for anything. It was the only thing I was truly passionate about in life, other than making her and Harley’s existence a living, breathing hell.
I wanted my dad home, even if it meant I had to pay the price to make it happen.
Her heart hurt more for me in that moment than it did over the last two months she’d been working for us. It didn’t matter how many times I pushed her away, she got right up to go another round with me again.
Mary Poppins opened her mouth to say something but quickly shut it, looking over at me instead. We weren’t more than a foot apart, but it felt like miles of distance were placed between us.
Physically and mentally.
The confusion on my face was evident. There was no hiding it, because the truth was, Camila confused me.
As the weeks continued to go by, she started getting in a little. Inch by inch, my guard began to come down toward her.
Don’t get me wrong, I still hated her. Though that powerful emotion was geared due to the fact my father was never home. She stepped in, taking his place like Skyler did.
He was never going to come home if there was somebody here.
Why?
He didn’t have to.
