Inheritance Of Secrets

Everyone is wrong

I met his gaze with a doubtful expression, "I'm playing the game too, you know that."

"Yes," He said, slightly taken aback, "You seem to be the only one who understands the impacts this puzzle could have. Jameson won't stop, and Avery does not understand what this means."

His words were laced with an underlying concern, but something was missing. He was trying to hide a thought or a feeling.

"You want in," I said, immediately raising my finger to point at him, "feeling left out, Gray gray."

He eyed a look of disbelief and annoyance spreading across his face. "No, I would prefer this to end."

"You know it's not, though," I said, tilting my head. "I think you want to be a part of the mystery club again."

His face told it all. He just didn't know it yet. I knew he missed the feeling of solving the puzzle. The last one didn't have the best ending considering everything, but solving Toby's would be different.

"Since when was it a mystery club?" He asked, unimpressed.

"Since I said it was."

He raises an eyebrow. "Because everything you say is correct."

I nod, smiling at him, "Now you getting it."

It never felt weird to me how quickly I could settle into a conversation with Gryason. It was just how it had always been. Even now, after I had done so much, I just couldn't stop myself from talking to him.

"I don't want to join the so-called 'mystery club, '" he says sternly this time.

I smile teasingly, "Just you wait, give it a few days and you'll be fully involved."

"Please stop my brother from doing anything too stupid."

"Bit too late for that." I tilt my head at him. He nervous. That's why he brought up Jameson as if to remind him why he shouldn't be. The reason he can't be.

"What did you do?" he says, a deep look of concern appearing with hints of confusion. I couldn't tell him just yet.

I spin on my heel. "You'll find out soon."

"Annabelle."

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The next day at school, I found Jameson at our rooftop spot on top of the art building. Like usual, he was wobbling on the edge, practically about to fall. He was an idiot. A big stupid idiot.

"Anna, glad you hav-" he began to speak, still wandering along the edge.

I cut him off, "Five Minutes, Jameson."

He smirks." You know what this means"

"That you have to shut up." he nods as I continue. "I have found many somethings out, and I am willing to share those things with you if you stay quiet and tell no one. Not Avery, not anyone. Nod if you agree."

He furrowed his brows slightly, giving a strange gaze before nodding once.

"The fire on Hawthorne Island wasn't Kaylie Rooney's fault. It was, however, technically done on purpose," I paused, "By Toby Hawthorne."

Jameosn look taken aback and filled with questions.

"I can't say anything else until you get closer to an answer about Toby."

His head tilted as his mind raced with many possibilities. Jameson would figure out the answer soon.

"Better be a good dare," I tell him.