Coach Krzyzewski's Granddaughter

8| First Date Madness

I lie on the sand, the sun's rays beaming down on me. Grayson sits next to me, arguing with Hanna if basketball or acting is better.

   I sit up and sigh, "You two, shush! Acting is better, and that's final."

   "Yeah it is!" Hanna yells as Grayson rolls his eyes.

   "You're going to pay for saying that, Sylvia." Grayson threats.

   "I am? Okay, show me how."

   He smirks and picks me up, slinging me over his shoulder. I hear Hanna's laughter as he runs into the water. I pound my fists against his back.

Grayson throws me down into the water and I swim up, my hair wet and a scowl on my face. He laughs, "Are you mad at me?"

"Grayson James Allen, I've never been more mad at you."

"What about when I hurt your feelings?"

"I'm more mad than that."

"Dang. Do you forgive me?"

I shake my head.

"Pwetty pwease?" He does puppy dog eyes, knowing I can't resist them.

"Fine! Buy only because you're adorable."

"I know." Grayson poses, pretending to be a model. I laugh while rolling my eyes at the lunatic.

"One more itty bitty request, Sylvia." He puts his hands in the pockets of his swim trunks.

"I'm fine with itty bitty, since I am the president of the itty bitty titty committee."

Grayson gives his dorky laugh and runs his hand through his hair. "Uh... do you..? Oh, never mind it's nothing."

   "Tell me!" I beg.

   He sighs and hangs his head. "Will you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?"

   "I'm sorry, What was that?" I cup my hand to my ear, trying to tease him.

   "Will you go to dinner with me tomorrow?"

   "Hmm, let me ask the president of my life if she approves."

   Grayson laughs as I walk onto the sand to Hanna. "What's up Syl?"

   I tell her, and she stands and squeals. "Finally! Took him long enough!"

   I pull her back down to the towel. "Sh! So should I say yes?"

   "Well, duh! You two have been drooling over each other since you first met!"

   "We've not been drooling over each other." I walk back to Grayson where the waves hit a little below his chest, while I once again have to stand on my tip toes. "The president approves. I will join you at dinner tomorrow night."

   He wears his dorky smile. "Great. You know that Italian place that's called That Italian Place?"

   "Oh, yes, I love their pizza."

   "Tomorrow at 7:30 we're going to go there. Do I need to pick you up?"

   "Nah, Hanna will want to drive me there and back, to make sure you don't murder me or get me pregnant after dinner."

   "The first one could happen, but not the second one."

   "Good."

   "Well, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Sylvia."

   "Bye Grayson. Thanks for meeting me and Hanna here."

   "No problem." He turns and walks off, talks to Hanna for a second, grabs his towel, then walks to the parking lot away from the beach, ready to drive the three long hours back to Durham.