The Rejects.

Chapter 7 - "Who do I have to kill for a beach house?"

Chapter 7 - "Who do I have to kill for a beach house?" 

 A few weeks later after the big race and the big fight, everything was back to normal. Their 'battle scars' from their brawl slowly healing. 

 The girls were all currently sitting in the middle the Sykes's living room. The TV played some lame show no one payed attention to as they passed around drinks and snacks, chatting amongst themselves. 

 The house phone started ringing making everyone groan, because one of them had to go and answer it. 

 Georgia rolled her eyes playfully at her lazy friends and went to pick up her home phone.  

 "Hello?" She chirped into the receiver, a smile still on her face from the stupid joke Aria had cracked. 

 "Is this Della Sykes?" An authoritative male voice asked. 

 "No, she's not here. Can I take a message?" Georgia said, her smile dropping and her eyebrows furrowing at his tone. 

John Sykes, Georgia's father, had to make a quick trip to Germany for one of his important business meetings at his headquarters. Della Sykes accompanied her husband on this short trip, leaving the house to Georgia for, at the most, a week. Explaining the girls crash in to the Sykes's home.

"Well, alright. I'm calling from the Navy Headquarters and I just wanted to inform Mrs. Sykes that her uncle was, unfortunately met with a horrid storm with his crew and couldn't make it. Mrs. Sykes is the only contact listed under his family. His funeral and burial has already been done by our crew. My condolences." The voice through the phone explained calmly.

"Oh- okay.. I'll let her know.." Georgia said a little shaken up by the news. Neither her nor her mother was close to him, but family was still family.

"May I know who this is?" The male voice questioned. 

 "This is Della Sykes's daughter.." Georgia said. 

 "Oh, is this Georgia Sykes?" The male voice asked, surprised. 

 "Yes, this is she." Georgia answered, getting confused now. 

 "Oh, I wanted to tell your mother about this first, but since I'm already speaking to you... " It sounded like there was shuffling of papers on the other line before the man continued, "In Mr. Davidson will, he had mentioned that his properties and his collection of automobiles, goes to.." He paused, Georgia dying of anticipation. "Well, you." 

 "What." Georgia asked in monotone. Too many emotions going through her head made it hard for her to make coherent sentences. 

 "I said-"  

 "Yeah, I heard what you said.  Wow. How- how come?" Georgia asked still in disbelief, crossing her arm. 

 "Well, as to his wishes, since you were the only daughter in the group of boys that was born in the family. He requested to give it to you." 

 "Wow. Thank you..?" Georgia said, unsure of what to say. 

 The man laughed lightly saying, "I still need to talk to your mother for some more details. When will she be back?" 

 "A week. She's in Germany. I'll tell my mother to call you when she's back." Georgia said slowly. 

 "Alright. Thank you. Goodbye." The male voice said before hanging up. 

 "Bye.." Georgia muttered even after the man had hung up. 

 Georgia made her way back to the living room.