Inheritance Of Secrets

Everyone is wrong

His gaze turns wicked. I was screwed.

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I left Jameosn when it hit four minutes off his time. I was not going to let myself be bombarded by questions he could answer by himself.

School was going rather well, considering I had the last two hours of the day off. The only real problem I had was half the school talking about me and Eva 'fighting.' Ellie continued to tell me every mean comment she was saying, and Ankia was enjoying all the attention people were giving us as we walked to our class together.

"Everyone likes you more," she told me, bumping my shoulder.

I turned my head towards her. "Being liked and being interesting is very different."

"Not always." Her tone dulled a bit. "If it was anyone else fighting, no one would talk to them again. Not you."

I shook my head slightly. "No one knows me. That's why. The second something is really reveled ill be the the talk of the school for a day and then ill disappear into oblivion. The only real way to stay relevant is to stay hidden."

"When did you get so messed up?" she said, her face carrying a worrisome look.

"When was I not?"

My words hit her hard, forcing her to turn away. Anika didn't talk to me again till we reached class and sat down, switching up to complain about her parents. She didn't do well with people, being honest.

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Jameson- Toby's room

Annabelle- No

Jameson- we found something

Annabelle- I already know

Jameson- we need to talk about how you are getting your information

Annabelle- Find me after

It was nine at night when Jameson found me out on the hidden rooftop at the Hawhtonre house.

"Are you going to tell me now?"

I could hear his voice behind me, but I didn't turn around. It was quiet. I wish it stated quiet.

"Anna?"

"I can't tell you just yet."

He walked up and sat beside me, coming completely into my view, "You're supposed to be on my team."

"I am. I just can't." I avoided his eyes. "When we hit a block, I'll tell you, I promise."

"Fine," He said the words softly, but I could tell he was bothered by them.

I couldn't do anything. How was I supposed to say I'd been secretly working on cold cases and looking into people for his dead grandfather?

I promised myself I would stop lying. I wanst lying. I was just not telling him things. Things that would greatly impact his life.

"Amerie Grace."

"Who?" His voice was laced with confusion.

I looked down. "I'm looking into her case. She was killed."

Jameosn's eyes narrowed. "This is relevant."

"Not really. I just haven't been looking at it too much lately since we started this." A part of me felt guilty for it. I should have already solved it by now. She deserved that.

"You feel bad," he said, head tilting, trying to understand what I was trying to say.

"I'm saying that I am in this. Everything going on has been push aside."

A crooked smile appeared. "Toby was adopted."

"You think he is Avery's father, don't you?"

He didn't need to respond.

The only problem was that they were wrong.

A/n

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