-HIATUS- ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴡᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ ʟᴇɢᴀᴄʏ (ꜱᴇQᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢʀᴀᴍʙꜱ?) -HIATUS-

Chapter 14

I made it to the rooftop and Jameson was right behind me. I opened the trapdoor and I was just about ready to jump down and catch myself before I hit the bottom when Jameson held my arm

"I go first" Jameson muttered.

"If you say so. Such a gentleman" I tease.

Jameson jumped down. He didn't stop to hold the ladder before reaching the bottom. He just landed in a crouch and I stared at him my eyes wide in shock.

"Jump" Jameson whispered, loud enough for me to hear.

"Why?"

"I'll catch you"

"How do I know if I can trust you?"

"Do you know me?" He sounded hurt.

"Fine. Don't give me the Jameson smirk when you do though"

"No fun," he says rolling his eyes. "3, 2, 1!" I jump down. I feel like screaming but I trusted Jameson. He was going to catch me. I landed in strong arms. I looked at the face. Jameson looked completely unharmed. He was standing not even crouching. Wasn't I heavy?

"Am I not heavy?" I asked. Trying to get down but he wouldn't let me go.

"You? Heavy?"

"I'll take that as a no. Now let me down and don't smirk"

"I won't" Jameson let me down gently. 

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I started limp-running to my wing. Five minutes was up in twenty seconds. 20. I was near Avery's wing. 19. I looked behind me Jameson was jogging. 18. I was running my fastest with a sprained ankle. 17. I saw the corner I needed to turn. 16. My bodyguard was coming out of Avery's wing. 15. He caught sight of me, then he looked at Jameson. 14. He shrugged and started walking behind us. 13. I turned the corner. 12. I could see my wing. 11. I bumped my feet together. I trip. 10. I try and help myself up. 9. Jameson is right behind me.

"Amber?"

8. "I'm fine"

7. He helped me up and I ran to the entrance of my wing. 6. I ran into my wing. 5. I was at my door now. 4. I stopped running. 3. I reached for the doorknob. 2. I twisted it. 1. I opened the door and Alisa was waiting inside.

"Alisa!" I say joyfully. I was panting. She looks at my ankle.

"What the? You're meant to be resting."

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" I ask innocently. I walk over to my couch and put my boot on. Giving Alisa, Jameson, and my bodyguard a look. "Happy?"

"No not happy." Alisa states. "The news is going crazy"

"Why?"

"Take a look" Alisa walks up to me and hands me a tablet. It was a news article. 

Tensions Grow Between Heiresses and Hawthorne Family. There was a picture of the hotel. Where Oren is pulling Jameson off me. Avery is standing there watching.

Heiress Plays with the Hawthorne Brothers. It meant me. I scrolled to the pictures. The first a picture of Grayson carrying me after spraining my ankle. The second of Jameson pulling me into his chest. 

I felt a ball rising in my throat. My fingers started tingling. I needed to squeeze something. I felt like crying. I heard my bracelet jingling. Why? Was I shaking? I am such a crybaby. I was breathing faster than usual. I tried to slow my breath. I couldn't slow my breaths it just made me feel light-headed. There were muffled noises of people talking. I closed my eyes tightly trying to focus on the world around me. I felt my hand squeezing something. There was an arm around my back. "Amy". My nickname snapped me back into the present. I looked to my side. Jameson was there. He called me Amy. He had never done that before. I felt a burning feeling on my forearm. 

"You look shell-shocked," Jameson said calmly. He was trying to get my mind off it.

"I do? Why would I?" I looked down at my forearm. What was causing that feeling? There were scratches. Was that what I had been squeezing before my hands went to Jameson's? I looked at my hand. The nails were sharp. What if I cut Jameson? What if I hurt him? 

"No reason I guess" I grabbed his hand and looked at it. There was a scratch and it was bleeding.

"I-I'm sorry. You're bleeding. How did I? Why did I? What?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. Questions ran through my head with immense speed.

"I would rather me get hurt than you," Jameson said softly lifting my head up with a finger. He looked into my eyes and I looked into his. He wanted to protect and keep me safe. He cared.

(762 words)

A little shorter than usual I know.