The Hawthorne family was always close to yours through business and overall compatibility between both parties. Everyone had mutually gotten along pretty well, excluding the frenemy relationship Grayson had with you. Nothing certainly clicked and mostly consisted of bickering and petty arguments with revenge.

Grayson's steps seemed sort of empty as he walked into one of the Hawthorne libraries to seek you for something you had pulled on him that he was being a bit pissy about. He stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the scene before him.

You. Jameson. His brother. His younger brother. Getting a bit too comfortable. Too close.

"Excuse me if I'm intruding on anything." Grayson flatly said as dry as he could make it. He was hiding jealousy underneath his not caring tone. But oh God, did he care. He shouldn't have since there was a hate relationship between you both, but for some odd reason he did. He felt himself becoming just slightly colder than usual to anyone then. Including you.