Grayson pov
“Grayson, did you hear me?” I snapped my head up from my horrible lunch tray and looked at Lana. She was staring up at me with a sweet look in her eyes, the green of them distracting me as she blinked her long eyelashes, twirling her blond hair around a finger. It unsettled me, the similarities of her and the girl from the dream.
I realized I was staring at her too long as she started to blush, a crimson coloring to her cheeks as she tugged the hair on her finger. “Oh, um…sorry. What did you say?” I asked her, scratching the back of my head with a sigh. All of these dreams lately were screwing with me.
She smiled a forgiving smile, but Carrie interrupted Lana before she could repeat herself. “We’re talking about Zain,” she said, rolling her dark eyes at me as she leaned ov
