Page 9 of Eleanor & Grey
“It’s kind of mine and my mom’s thing.”
“Dragonflies?”
“Yes.”
“That’s a weird thing.”
“I’m a weird girl.”
He narrowed his eyes as if he was studying me, trying to scan my DNA with his eyes.
“What is it?” I asked as my stomach flipped.
“It’s nothing. I just... I swear I know you from somewhere.”
“Well, we do go to school together,” I commented sarcastically.
“No, yeah, I know that, but you just...” His words trailed off, and he shook his head. “I don’t know. You probably weren’t at Claire Wade’s party, huh?”
“That’s a big no.”
“Kent Fed’s?”
Blank stare from me.
“Right. It’s just weird, because I swear—” Before he could finish his sentence, he was cut off as Landon came rushing over.
“Mission aborted, dude. I got more information from Raine to use,” he said with a smirk. Raine was a mutual friend of both Shay and Landon. I bet she was feeding both information like a little mole. In a novel, Raine would’ve worked as the friend who secretly helped make the couple fall in love.
“That’s too bad. I was having a pretty OK time here talking to Eleanor,” Greyson replied, smiling my way.
Wait, what?
Did Greyson East just make my heart flutter as he said my name and gave me one of his award-winning smiles?
Well, OK then.
I guess I’ll be having his kids someday.
Those stupid butterflies in my stomach wouldn’t leave, so you can imagine my relief when Greyson stood up to go. My skin was pretty pale, and when I blushed, it was obvious. I turned into the ripest tomato known to mankind. I didn’t need him to witness that.
“The guys want to talk upstairs,” Landon said, looking pastme like I didn’t even exist. That was fine, though. I looked at him the exact same way.
“I’ll talk to you later, Eleanor.” Greyson waved goodbye as he walked away. “Enjoy the book.”
Under my breath, I said bye before going back to my novel. Every now and then, though, Greyson would float around in my head along with Wesley Peters.
Not much later, Shay reappeared, and we started our walk home. “So it seemed you and Greyson were having a good conversation,” she remarked.
I shrugged. “It was fine.”
“He’s a really nice guy, Ellie. Nothing like Landon. Greyson is genuine.”
She said it as if she was trying to talk me into allowing the butterflies in my gut to remain while I was trying to somehow rip off their wings.
I shrugged once. “He’s fine.”
“Just fine?” she mocked, nudging my arm, probably seeing my reddened cheeks.
