“Wow,” she said softly. “Guess some people really do change.”
I didn’t answer. I just stepped around her and climbed onto the bus without looking back.
As I dropped into my seat near the back, I stared out the window while the rest of the team loaded up. Casey was still standing there, watching the bus like she was waiting for me to change my mind.
I rubbed a hand over my face.
This girl was going to be a problem.
And for the first time since I’d transferred across the country to get away from her, I had the sinking feeling that Stanford might not be far enough.
Chapter Eleven
ISA
About two weeks.
That’s how long Tristan held out before whisking Stella away on a private jet like an episode of the Bachelor after the main guy realizes he needs a grand gesture to get the girl.
Their love-fest weekend is trending on Tiktok. Insta. Rumors are running wild that Netflix wants in on their story too. Especially since his best friend, Leo was featured with Jade and is still on the top 10 most streamed list.
By eight-thirty a.m.—I am trending in my own personal hell.
Literally, it’s Tristan and Stella.
Again.
Everywhere.
On TikTok edits with moody music and too much slow motion.
On sports blogs.
On campus gossip accounts.
On some truly unhinged Stanford athletics fan page that posted side-by-side photos of them in formalwear like they’djust gotten engaged instead of simply attending a dance in Rhode Island and detonating the internet with their cheekbones.
S&T
Stanford’s New Power Pair
Royalty x Royalty
East Coast Prince + Volleyball Queen
This one is burning up
I hate every single word of it.
Not because it’s inaccurate.
That would be easier.
I hate it because it fits.
Because I remember whenT&Twas just a joke.
A whispered little nickname.
