Page 519 of Bad Prince
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Isa
By eight-thirty Monday morning, I am trending in my own personal hell.
Not literally.
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’d just 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.
Two letters that meant potential.
Possibility.
A vibe.
Something private and unfinished and maybe, maybe headed somewhere if he ever stopped looking over my shoulder for a ghost in dark eyes and long legs.
T&T had no substance.
S&T apparently has a full media package.
Fantastic.
Just absolutely fantastic.
