“I have football practice today,” Grayson informed me. I raised both of my eyebrows.
“You didn’t think that’d be useful information earlier?” I asked and he shrugged. “You think I’m going to drive you home? Because I’m not.”
“I can’t get a ride from anybody else,” he exclaimed as I began walking away.
“Not my problem,” I chimed, earning a groan from him. He reached out and grabbed my arm. I quickly yanked it away, uncomfortable with the newfound warmth that spread up my arm. “None of your football buddies can give you a ride home?”
He shook his head. “Most of them can’t because they’re busy, they don’t live near me, or they’re staying for a double practice for either baseball or soccer. Besides, it’s only until 4.”
“So I have to stay here for an hour and forty-five minutes?” I slowly
