I tried sitting up, and moved my hands from my lap to the table. "I'm not mad. It's just a misunderstanding."
"I'm happy to hear that Jake, but people like them won't listen to reason. They see what they want to see. They hear what they want to hear. And that's their prerogative." Mrs. Atkins told me. "Either way, I don't want judgemental people like them in my house, ruining what I'm trying to instill you boys. Acceptance and communication is key."
"Mom." Kyle groaned.
"Enough out of you." Her gaze cut sharply to him. "We said you can hang with who you like. Be friends with who you want. Date who you want. But what I don't want, is my kids feeling attacked in their own home." She glared. "Unless you're telling me that this isn't Jake's home?"
My legs started to shake as I waited for Kyle's response.
Kyle sighed. "I didn't mean that. I just don't want you guys so against my relationship with Marie because of her parents."
