the inheritance games - a day in the life

Jameson 🧩 ♣️

Okay, let's get a few things straight. My grandfather was a billionaire. Billionaires also tend to be famous, just because they're rich I guess. But he managed to increase his fame by leaving all his money to a random girl from across the country. That "random girl" is Avery. 

I - as his grandson - am also known. I get a lot of "fan mail" or random girls in my DM's. I can live with all of that. It's the actual people who approach me that get under my skin. It's just annoying: like, can't you just let me live?

Some girls know more about my life than I do. And it's my life. Just so you get the picture.

So, when someone "recognises" me in public, like this girl just did, I start to prepare for the incoming torture. Having people fawn over you is fun at the start, but not after a few years. Plus, it's more fun when you're single. I am not single.

The girl - look, I'm just going to call her Amber Eyes - stares at me expectingly. I'm not quite certain what it is that she expects. Sure, I could flex my biceps and turn a few circles for her to inspect me. That's probably what she wants. For me to be a monkey in a circus.

I mean, it's highly unlikely that she sought me out for an intellectually stimulating conversation. I don't know when it happened, but Gray and I managed to get labelled pretty quickly. I'm the "beauty", he's the "brains". Of course, he is also handsome (painfully so). My academic achievements, however, aren't recognised by the population of teenage girls. 

Yeah, okay. You see, this is why I don't go out alone in public: I have just had a whole conversation in my head while Amber Eyes continues to stare at me. She must think I'm a lunatic.

"Y-yes," I stutter, "I'm Jameson."

I almost add an "and you are?" but decide against it. She started the conversation; she can lead it. 

"Hi," she answers, "I'm Amber."

Holy shit. No way. I almost laugh out loud. Wait, scratch that: I do laugh out loud. She tilts her head with a quizzical look and raises one eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, " I laugh. "It's just that your eyes, they're amber. So yeah, that's why it was funny."

WHY do I sound so lame?! Someone please send help.

"Oh, yeah. Shame your parents didn't name you Emerald," she jokes.

I almost laugh at that one too - but catch myself. She's too smooth. I have a girlfriend, and I love her. I don't need some random coffee shop girl with amber eyes to sweep me off my feet. Okay, we need to put a stop to this. As soon as possible.