Page 8 of Eleanor & Grey
“What did you do to Stacey White?”
He narrowed his eyes and cocked a brow. “What do you mean, what did I do to her?”
“It just sounds like something happened.”
He shifted around in his seat and broke eye contact. “It’s actually the opposite. Nothing happened, though it’s not really anyone’s business.”
“It kind of feels like my business since it’s making you stare at me.”
“Yeah, I get that.” He went quiet for a moment, then parted his lips and changed the topic. “Do you think Landon is going to win the bet?”
“No. Shay’s too good for him.”
“He’s not the complete ass that he presents himself to be—”
I shut my book. It was clear I wasn’t going to be getting much more reading done any time soon. “I can only go on how a person presents themselves, and Landon presents himself as a jerk. Shay isn’t an idiot. She won’t fall for his charm. Plus, she doesn’t like guys who do drugs and drink.”
“Landon doesn’t drink or do drugs anymore. Not since his uncle Lance passed away, and, well, never mind...” Greyson’s words faded off as he realized he might’ve been oversharing Landon’s private stories. He started drumming his fingers against his legs. “So what’s your deal?”
“I thought we were only pretend talking.”
“Yeah, but I got bored with that. So you’re into... reading?” He nodded toward the book.
“Great observation, Captain Obvious,” I remarked.
He laughed. “You’re sassy.”
“I get that from my mother.”
“I like it.”
My face heated up, and I hated that it happened. My body was reacting to his annoyingly cute-without-even-trying personality, even though my mind had been taught to dislike him. I’d spent the past year observing guys like Greyson and the way girls melted in their hands without any thought process involved.
My brain never wanted me to be that girl, but clearly my heart didn’t care what the mind wanted.
I looked away, because my heart raced when we locked eyes.
“I’ve never readWesley Peters,” he said, and for the first time in my life, I felt bad for Greyson East. What a sad, sad life he lived.
“That’s probably a good thing,” I told him. “Because if you did read it, I would probably have to form a stupid, unrealistic crush on you that goes against everything I stand for.”
“You’re sassyandstraightforward.”
“The straightforwardness comes from my father.”
He smiled.
I liked it.
Whatever.
“So books and dragonflies?” he asked me.
I raised an eyebrow. “How did you know about the dragonflies?”
“Well, your sweater has dragonflies on it, and your hairclips are dragonflies too.”
Oh, right. I’d have bet good money I was the only girl at the party who had dragonfly clips in her hair.
