You weren’t jealous or possessive, but there was a clear limit.

You and Jameson had been dating for two years, still going steady. You practically lived at Hawthorne house with him, going home occasionally. And when Avery came in, disrupting everything about the family, it messed with your schedule.

Though what really irked you?

She wouldn’t stop staring at Jameson with heart eyes, and he claimed she was necessary to solve his grandfather's riddles and problems he had left behind. And so the two spent more time together than you and Jameson did.

Avery didn’t seem like a bad person, you quite liked her, and you didn’t even know if she knew you two were dating, people had gotten so used to it around here that they didn’t mention it.

And then your phone bleeped one night. Rebecca never texted you, now what?

Jameson and Avery?? Did you know about this?

Even with you easy temperament for the situation, you snapped when you learned they had kissed.

You started with Jameson.

He already knew what this was about, the fear in his gaze and tense muscles portrayed that.

“What the fuck is this?” You snarl, shoving your phone screen in his face, the message from Rebecca telling you just when and where he and Avery had made out. He thought you had found out another way, Jameson’s eyes widened and he let out a shaky breath.

“It didn’t mean anything!” He insisted.