When I arrived at work, I was on edge. I got home at 3 o’clock today, which meant that I had about two and a half hours to try and calm down but I couldn't. I was constantly worrying about what Grayson would do to get back at me for my idiotic stunt.
When I entered the library, it was eerily quiet. I looked around, peeking around corners as I made my way to the main room, where Grayson was quietly texting. He wasn't wearing his school uniform, not that I was expecting him to. He was leaning against the table even though there were more than enough seats available. He looked up and grinned. “Hey.”
I looked around the library, checking behind me. Was he talking to me? He was way too cheery to be talking to me. “Uh, hello.”
He laughed. “Let’s get started. How about you organize children’s
