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Greyson East left his mark on me.

As the young girl who first fell for him, I didn’t know much about life. I did know about his smiles, though, and his laughs, and the strange way my stomach flipped when he was near.

Life was perfect…until it wasn’t, and when we were forced to go our separate ways, I held on to our memories, let go of my first crush, and wished for the day I’d find him again.

When my wish came true, it was nothing like I imagined.

I couldn’t have known when I took the nanny position that it would be his children I looked after, that my new boss would be that boy I used to know, that boy who was now a man—a cold, lonely, detached man.

The smile and laugh I had loved so much were gone, now distant memories. Every part of him was covered in a fresh pain.

When he realized who I was, he made me promise to do my job and my job only.

He made me promise not to try to get to know him, not to recall the memories I’d treasured all this time.

But, sometimes, I saw the boy I’d once known in his stormy eyes. I saw the Greyson who smiled and laughed, who had stolen a young girl’s heart, and there was no doubt in my mind that this boy was worth fighting for.

I was given a second chance with the one who’d left his mark on me. All I hoped was that somehow I’d leave a mark on his soul, too.


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Excerpt: Eleanor & Grey
By Brittainy C. Cherry

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Sixteen years old


“Dude, Brace Face is here,” one of the voices whisper-shouted over the bad music.

“You don’t gotta call her that,” the other groaned.

“Uh, have you seen her mouth? I think we do. She’s Shay’s cousin, right?”

“Yeah, that’s her. Eleanor,” the other replied.


He’d used my actual name. Most people called me Brace Face or Shay’s cousin.


“Go butter her up and get on her good side. Shay will see I get along with her family, and it will make us a sure thing again.”

I glanced over at the two guys, trying to act nonchalant, before looking back at my book.

Of course it was Landon Harrison trying to find his way into my cousin’s heart—or more accurately, her pants.

Shay and Landon had been the leads in the school play the previous year. They’d hooked up during tech week while Shay was a bit intoxicated. Then she made the most cliché mistake as an actress—she’d fallen in love with the fictional character the actor was portraying. Rookie mistake.

Landon was definitely no Mr. Darcy.

On opening night of the show, he cheated on her after they’d only dated a week. Once she broke things off with him, he made it his mission to get her back, presumably because he struggled with the idea of a girl not wanting him and his cheating ways.

Too bad Shay was too strong of a woman to put up with his crap. She hardly even looked his way except when vodka was involved.

“Shouldn’t you be talking to her to make a connection?” the other guy asked. Greyson East was one of the top-tier students in our class, and, like Shay, he was loved by all.

Greyson was handsome—almost annoyingly so—well dressed, and the star basketball player who could have any girl in our school. When I thought of high school popularity, Greyson was the one who always came to mind. I mean, his face was on the homepage of the school’s website, after all. He was a big deal.

“Dude, I can’t talk to that thing. She creeps me out. All she ever does is read, and wear those ugly ass sweaters.”

I would’ve been offended by him calling me a thing, but I simply didn’t care. It was just a Muggle being a Muggle. They didn’t know any better. Sometimes they acted out in idiotic ways.

“What a waste of life,” Grey mocked his friend, sounding bored.

I almost smiled at his level of sass.

“Just do me a solid,” Landon requested.

“I’m not doing that,” Greyson argued. “Just leave her alone.”

“Come on. You owe me for Stacey White.”

Greyson sighed. He sighed again. Then one more long drawn out exhalation. “Fine.”

Oh no.

No, no, no, no…

His shoes began walking in my direction, and when they paused in front of me, I glanced up to see him standing there. Of course, he was wearing Nikes because everything about Greyson was a cheap cliché.

Now his eyes were staring at me.

Those gray eyes…

They were the kind of gray you thought only existed in overwrought romance novels where the hero looked a little too perfect. No one truly had gray eyes. I’d been alive for sixteen years, and I had never come across a boy with a gray stare other than Greyson. Light blue? Sure. Green? Yeah, sometimes, but Greyson’s eyes were so far from anything else I’d ever seen, so I understood the appeal of his stare.

With those eyes and that smile, I understood why most girls melted into a puddle of helplessness around him.

And now, Greyson East was staring at me.

Oh God, make it stop.

He gave me a slight wave when we made eye contact, along with a tiny crooked smirk, and it annoyed me. Those smirks might’ve worked on the Stacey Whites of the world but they didn’t work on the Eleanor Gables. I looked back down at my book, trying my best to ignore him.

But those shoes stayed in place. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lowering, and lowering, and lowering his body before he was crouching right in front of me. He waved again with the same forced smile.

“Hey, Eleanor, what’s up?” he said, almost as if we’d always talked and he was just checking in to catch up.

I muttered under my breath.

He arched an eyebrow. “Did you say something?”

For the love of all things right in the world, did he not see my headphones and my book? Did he not know it was June 21st, 2003? Why did no one seem to understand the importance of binge-reading a novel the second it hit your fingertips?

I hated this world sometimes.

“I said don’t.” I took off my headphones. “Just don’t do this.”

“Do what?”

This.” I gestured between us. “I know Landon told you to come talk to me to get to Shay, but it’s a lost cause. I’m not interested, and neither is Shay.”

“How did you hear what we were saying with headphones on?”

“Easy—I wasn’t playing anything.”

“Then why wear the headphones?”


Nothing was worse than when an extrovert tried to understand the deep corners of an introvert’s mind.

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