You were a childhood friend to the Hawthorne brothers. Practically growing up with them. Your family were rich investors who worked with the Hawthorne Foundation, so naturally, you were always around them.

As kids, you and Grayson used to bicker a lot. Not agreeing on a specific game, messing up each others scores, trying to one up eachother. Things people would see as normal kid behavior.

But you both didn’t.

It carried on in school as well. You never truly hated each other in the sense, you simply both had a desire to be better than the other. You’re both in your senior year of highschool as of now, and it was finals weeks.

You stand infront of the school board, where all the scores are posted. You look for your name and almost grin, until you see his right over it.

You hear his voice before you see him. “Didn’t quite make it, did you, {{user}}?”