M4M Grayson Hawthorne x Reader The Inheritance Games

-- Chapter 14 --

LETS GET ON WITH IT, SHALL WE? 1-22-2023

"I thought you said your firm had this locked down." Oren gave Alisa, which she returned. After 3 phone calls, she turned back to you all.

"The leak didn't come from us." Her eyes darted to Libby. "It came from your boyfriend."

"My ex." Libby whispered.

Some part of you felt a little better knowing Libby wasn't with Drake anymore. Now you just needed to know if it was her who said the relationship should be over.

--- time skip ---

"I'm sorry." She said after apologizing 50 times. You weren't sure how to feel that Libby told Drake everything, but what happened happened.

You were all then led out the side door. You put you hoody over you head, hoping they wouldn't see you. Your eyes still on Avery in worry.

"There she is!" A voice yelled.
"Avery!"
"Avery, over here!"
"Avery, how does it feel to be the richest teenager in America?"

They were all hoarding around her, bombarding her with camera shots and microphones. And of course the couldn't forget this new boy who's never been mentioned before. Now who could this mystery person be?

"You!" A microphone was shoved in your face. "What does it feel like to run away from your home?"
"Are you also in the will?"
"Did you have any relations with the Hawthrone family?"
"How's it like being Avery Gramb's boyfriend?!"

You were about to attack this reporter before you were pulled into an SUV by someone's hand. The noise of it all was bearably drowned out by ghe closed windows and doors. Once you all got to the house, there were even more paparazzi, who were shooed off. Alisa had disappeared and reappeared with an envelope. What's with these people and randomly being gone?

"Legally," Alisa said, "the Hawthrone family is required to provide you with keys. Practically speaking..."

"The Hawthrone family is a pain in the ass." You looked at the envelope.

"Is that a legal term?" Oren asked you dryly.

Avery ripped open the envelope and pulled out a huge set of keys.

"Any idea which one of these goes to the front door?" You ask her, or really to anyone who knew what key was for which.

"I've got nothing." Avery replied, looking closer at the keys, absorbing its distinctiveness.

"You'll figure it out." A voice said from nowhere.

You looked up to an intercom the source of the noise.

"Cut the games, Jameson," Alisa ordered, "This isn't nearly as cute as you all think it is."

No reply.

"Jameson?" Alisa tried again.

"I have faith in you, M.G."

The intercom shut off.

Alisa, tired of it all, let out the longest sigh in existancd. "God save me from the Hawthrones."

"M.G.?" You looked at Avery, raising an eyebrow.

"Mystery girl," she clarified, "from what I gathered, that's Jameson Hawthrone's idea of a nickname."

That guy who was late to the Grand Room, and saluted Avery? Jameson?so he wasn't just some guy who wandered into the room after all.

"Well?" Alisa said abruptly. "Do you want me to make a phone call?" What were you all waiting for anyways?

"No." Avery finally looked up from the keys to the door.

Avery was really not allowing herself to surrender to keys that easily. And you thought you were stubborn. Couldn't she just say yes to Alisa? Or was she trying to prove herself in someway, like she was still against the fact she earned so much without trying for it.

"This one." Avery held up that one key she believe in.

She slowly moved the key to the key hole. The suspense rising in your stomach. Soon to be replaced by pride when the door unlocked.

"Nice job, but how in the world did you know?" You patted Avery's back.

An answer came from the intercom, "Sometimes," It was Jameson. "things that appear very different on the surface are actually exactly the same at their core."

Anyways, HAVE A GOOD NIGHT/ GOOD MORNING/ GOOD EVENING/ GOOD AFTERNOON!! Ladies [?] And gentlemen <3