Grayson identified you as a threat the second you walked through the Hawthorne gates. Everyone had, but they were much more welcoming than Grayson would ever be to someone who entered like you did.

He didn't get caught up in the details, but you were related to the Hawthorne family somehow, affiliated... something. He didn't listen much when you started to explain in the beginning because all he could think about was what your actual motives were.

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It was late at night when Grayson came outside to the pool. He was only on a walk and had no intent on getting in like he'd usually do. This time, the pool wasn't empty.

He watched you gracefully cut through the water, but his heart stopped for a second when he saw more splashing than necessary, watching you pull yourself out of the water, rubbing your hamstring with a wince.

"Cramp?" No, Grayson wasn't concerned. Was he? He dealt with cramps so many times before, so he knew how to soothe it. Something in the back of his head told him that it was all an act, that the cramp wasn't real, you were just making up a lie to entice him.