A Billion Dollar Bequest to A Stranger - An Inheritance Games Fanfic

Chapter 6: A Not-So-New School

Author's Note:
I know that Grayson is supposed to have graduated by now, but for the purpose of this, Grayson and Malacey are in twelfth grade and Avery and Jameson are in the year below them. Thank you!

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Malacey's P.O.V.:

"Miss Prairie," came the voice that tugged the sheets.
"5 more minutes," I groaned, tugging them back, thinking that it was one of the maids at home.
"Miss Prairie," came the voice again, but I couldn't figure out who's voice it was. "Would you please just get up?"
I pulled the sheets over my head, wincing as curtains were drawn.
"Belladonna," the voice said again, this time more stern than before as the blankets were pulled from my grasp.
I looked around at the person but all I saw was a dark haired boy.
"Kirkie, let go," I mumbled, thinking that it was my annoying older brother.
Furious that he was so persistent, I reached for the blanket and tugged back as hard as I could.

Suddenly, a large mass thumped onto mine, pushing the oxygen out of my lungs. A nose was suddenly pressed against mine and silver eyes looked into my eyes, alarmed. Soft lips pushed gently against mine as the body landed on top of me. In a second, they pulled away as realisation flickered in his silver eyes.
"What the fuck?!" I shouted at the boy on top of me. "GRAYSON FUCKING HAWTHORNE, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
I roughly pushed the boy off of me and pulled the sheets around me towards my chest to hide it.
"Y-You pulled me," Grayson stuttered with a red face and nervously ran his fingers through his hair, the way he did when he was flustered. "I-I-I didn't mean to do anything, I-"
"Get the hell out!" I shouted at the nervous boy as he hurriedly shut the door behind him.
As soon as Grayson left, I stared at the wall. The past events of yesterday and all of the inheritance bullshit came back to me as I stared at the unfamiliar room around me.
Then it came back to me.
I was arranged to marry fucking Grayson Davenport Hawthorne.
God, kill me now.
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I stared at the mirror, looking at myself in it.
A girl with long, brown hair, blue eyes, soft, light skin wearing a dark, navy blue blazer with a black, plaid skirt to go with it (uniform in image above).
I brushed hair over my shoulder as the door squeaked as it opened.
I half expected it to be Grayson, but thankfully, in walked Nash as he peaked through the door to make sure that I was fully clothed.
"You okay, Lace?" the oldest Hawthorne asked as he walked inside the room and sat down on the bed behind me. "You look great by the way, as always."
I smiled at his remark as I looked back at him.
"I'm fine, Nash, just a bit," I answered as I felt my face grow red, "flustered."
A laugh bubbled up his throat as he covered his mouth.
"Yeah, I think the whole of Hawthorne House heard your scream," he snickered at me as I covered my face.
"Oh my god," I swore under my breath as I walked over and sat on Nash's bed next to him. "I'm never going 'unlive' this, am I."
"No, you both aren't," he laughed as he took off his cowboy hat. "What even happened?"
I uncovered my face and clenched my hands in my lap as my face burned.
"I may or may not have accidentally pulled Grayson onto the bed, causing him to kiss me," I whispered with embarrassment flowing through every word.
"Grayson kissed you?!" Nash exclaimed loudly before I quickly covered his mouth.
"Don't be so loud!" I hissed as he laughed as he pulled my hands off of his mouth.
"How did you manage to pull him into your bed and kiss you?" he giggled. "Didn't take either of you to be that thirsty or desperate."
I punched the older man in the shoulder as my face burned like a tomato in the oven.
"I'm not thirsty or desperate," I murmured as I looked away from the laughing man. "I think he came in to wake me up, but I thought he was Kirk. Then, he started to pull my sheets off of me, so I tugged back on them as hard as I could and the next thing I knew, he landed on top of me and he was kissing me. The rest is what you know or heard. "
Silence fell as I felt Nash's gaze on me. I looked up to face him. I expected a face of concern and anger at his brother, but I was faced with a face that looked like it was either constipated or holding back laughter. Nash erupted into laughter seconds later, his face reddening from hysterically laughing at me. 
"Fuck you, Hawthorne," I muttered with a laugh as I punched him in the shoulder again.
"I'll take you to school," he said, between laughs. "My way of making it up to you."
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The gates of Heights Country Day School stood in front of me and so did all of the other students at this school. 
I looked all around me to see so many familiar yet unfamiliar faces. 
"Hey!" a familiar voice shouted from behind me as a car door slammed shut. "Malacey, wait up!"
I groaned internally and externally as the mischievous boy by the name of Jameson Hawthorne ran up to me wearing his very crinkled uniform and his bag slung over his shoulder. 
"Jameson Winchester Hawthorne, why is your uniform so crinkled? And why is your hair so messy?" I muttered to the younger Hawthorne as I reached up to fix his messy hair. 
"You sound like Skye, Lace," the boy laughed. "It's nice to see your familiar face around here again, huh." 
I smiled sadly at the boy as I fixed his tie. 
"I guess it is," I sighed, tightening the loop to his throat. "That means that now that I'm here, there will be no excuse for you to look so messy!" 
The boy groaned as he pulled away from me, gave me a two-finger salute and ran off. 
"I seriously don't know what is wrong with that boy," I muttered. 
"Nobody does," came the two voices who suddenly appeared behind me. 
I turned around as quickly as I could, my fists raised to attack. As soon as I turned, I was faced with Avery and Grayson. 
"Huh," I huffed as I lowered my hands and scanned the two. 
"Uh, let's get going," Grayson muttered as he pushed in front of Avery and I. "I'll meet you two at the office." 
Avery and I looked at each other. None of us knew what to do so we just shrugged and followed the bossy Hawthorne boy. 

Grayson's P.O.V. 

"Hey, Gray," some guy yelled from across the hallways as I walked through to the office. 
I waved back as a sign that I heard him but didn't show any emotion to him. 
Suddenly, a hand clamped onto my shoulder and I whipped around to face the person. 
"Grayson Hawthorne," my friend, Lamius Corbridge, snickered as he faced me. "How lovely to see you."
"Damn you, Corbridge, you almost scared the shit out of me," I mumbled before walking away again. 
"Me? Scare the famous Grayson?" the boy laughed as he trailed behind me.
I ignored Lamius as I walked to the office before seeing the long line of newbies waiting for timetables. I groaned as I slumped against the wall at the end of the line. 
"So, Gray," Lamius said as he slumped next to me. "Rumour has it that there are two new girls in our grade and both of them are smokin' hot. We might even score one of them because I hear that one of them is in our  grade."

I groaned. "Stop being a player, man." 
"No, no, no, seriously," he whispered to me as the door to the hallway opened. "There they are."
Again, I ignored the smitten look on the boy's face and stared up at the ceiling. 
"Hot damn, the shorter girl looks fine," he muttered. "And the taller one is so pretty and hot, oh, I think she might be my next girlfriend. Some people are saying she's the baddest girl around town. Just look at her, Gray!"
"Huh, where is she then?" I asked unconvinced.
Much to my dismay, I was forced to look in the direction that Lamius pointed me to. 

And there she was. 
The most beautiful girl that I had ever placed my eyes on. Her long, brown hair, blue eyes, soft, light skin in her navy blue blazer and black skirt were like diamonds shining in the dullness of this world. 
"She's beautiful," I whispered to myself as I locked eyes with her, my cheeks turning red. 
Oh shit, it was happening again. 

Malacey Belladonna Prairie, what have you done to me?