Does it still count as being played if you know that it's being done to you and you go ahead anyway?
Because, I'm not an idiot, I could see what Jade was doing. The minute she came running to me to confess that she's not really my cousin, I had to wonder what was in it for her. That line about just wanting to be a part of the family -- what's so great about being a part of the Snyder family? I love my mom and dad, but if you're walking down the street, waiting to get hit by a car so you can claim to be a long-lost relative, maybe the Snyders shouldn't be your first choice. We've always got some major drama or another going on in our house. Maybe you'd want to look for someplace a little saner, you know?
On the other hand, we're what she got. Only now Mom knows Jade isn't really Aunt Rose's daughter, so I can't see her letting Jade hang around here much longer.
Leave it to Jade, though, to have a back-up plan. And it's a hell of a plan, if I do say so myself. I thought my head was going to explode when she first suggested it. The words "no" and "way" were practically shooting from my brain and out my mouth. When Jade said that thing about me knowing how much it hurts to want something so badly while knowing that you can't have it.
That's what I mean about knowing I was being played. She was totally using what I'd told her about me and Kevin against me. Or maybe it was for me. By the time Jade was finished, I didn't know if I was coming or going. All I knew was that her logic made a weird kind of sense. Her plan can help both of us out. As long as it doesn't kill my mom in the process.
If my mom ever finds this blog, I'm really, really sorry. But I didn't know what else to do.