Lark by Erica Cope Read Free Book Online

stand?”
                  I think he’s teasing me but I’m not sure. He has a smile on his face, but it is obviously strained.
                  Oh crap, maybe I really made him mad. I guess I wouldn't be too happy either if I knew someone was spying on me.
                  “Er, well, no. I saw you and was going to say ‘hi’, but you looked busy, so I thought I would just wait.”
                  Gah.
                  Why didn't I just walk away? Why did I have to be so freaking nosy? I could have already had my nachos and been back down in the stands silently praying for Hannah to be announced as this year's Queen, but instead I made Grey mad, and now he is probably going to tell me he never wants to talk to me ever again.
                  “Shall I escort you?”
                  That was unexpected.
                  “I guess?” I am a little stunned that he isn't yelling at me for eavesdropping. Since I was and he obviously realizes that. 
                  “Shall we?”
                  For the first time in the three months that I have known Grey, he grabs my hand.
                  Holy smokes.
                  Greyson St. Clair is holding my hand.
                  He even buys my nachos like a proper gentleman.
                  We make our way back down to the bleachers, still holding hands, where we watch an ecstatic Hannah receive her rightful crown. After half time, the game is all a blur. I’m surprised I managed to pull off my arabesque 540 under Grey's watchful gaze. I don't think his eyes left my face for the rest of the night. It made me nervous, but I kind of liked it.
                  A lot.
                  We win the game, thankfully, and all in all I think it was a very successful Homecoming. Sets a good tone for tomorrow, I think to myself with a smile. 
                  Grey walks me to my car after the game, and I am practically beaming with joy at the turn of events. Almost everyone is still on the field celebrating, so the parking lot is actually pretty deserted.
                  As we stand there, I envision some creative ways that we could take advantage of this practically empty parking lot. The look in Grey's eyes gives me hope that maybe he is imagining the same type of things. He gently tugs my hand, pulling my body closer to his, and I breathe in his sweet apple and sandalwood scent. Suddenly, I am realizing that he might actually kiss me tonight, and instead of feeling eager with anticipation, I find myself completely freaking out. So I do what I do best: act like an idiot and ruin the moment by saying the first thing that pops into my head.
                  “So...Did you see Brian here?”
                  “Yes.” His breath catches in surprise, then his eyes narrow. “Why?”
                  I don't want to admit that I saw him staring at Brian. That would require admitting that I was staring at Grey.
                  “Um...Well, I was just wondering. Seemed weird, right?” I ask.
                  He nods once in agreement.
                  “There is something about him...” He trails off like he can't quite put a finger on the reason Brian creeps him out. At least, I know that’s how I feel.
                  “Yeah, the dude has a serious staring problem,” I offer.
                  “What do you mean?” Grey looks concerned all of the sudden. He puts his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to look up into his eyes.
                  “It's probably nothing,” I say, trying to wiggle free before I lose my willpower and do something stupid. Like kiss his luscious lips. “I just notice him staring at me a lot.”
                  His eyes