better than winning

15 | Tobias Hawthorne II

Nayla pov:

Zara was the first one to raise her glass, everyone eventually followed.

Everyone knew that there was no point in fighting the will. The old man laid detailed instructions for every scenario.

He was truly a genius.

I cling my glass playfully to Xanders.

"To Emily."

My stomach dropped,
I didn't even notice that I stormed out.

All I know that I'm in front of keys. I raise my hand to grab the keys for my bike.

A bike will do, I don't want to get in a car.

I don't know why

I just don't.

only then I notice them shaking. I clench my hand into a fist trying to stop them

They continue to shake.

why?

why don't they stop shaking?

I storm out of the room, I see Grayson and Avery talking.

I don't care what they are talking about.

probably about Jameson again

or how Avery should stay away from him

and then he'll tell me the exact same words because his little brain is to small to comprehend better words.

I should stop caring about the problems of others

I should be in Italy and hitting the track with Asher

I should not be in a huge mansion with a fucked up family

Whose fault is that?

right the creepy, dead grandfathers

who is too much of a scumbag to talk about feelings to his grandsons

I should stop caring about them

stop thinking about them

but I want to think about Jameson

I push the door I automatically walked to,
the rooftop.

three, four

in, out

I remind myself.

I walk to the edge of the rooftop

and sit down, I let my feet dangle around.

I get a flashback from earlier, I was on a rooftop, but with Auri, Mio and
Enz.

Jameson didn't like him.

He was jealous of him.

But why?

I thought he liked Avery.

Jameson?

I see him in the edge of the woods, he is punching a tree, blood dripping down his fingers.

Is that the way he copes?

And Avery was rushing towards him.

of course.

they began to talk.

I can imagine them smiling, talking about the next riddle.

Blackwood.