“We can tell your friends where you’re going in case you’re worried about going to the roof with me.”
“Maybe if I had any friends.” She giggled. “I don’t really know anyone but Logan and look how that turned out. I’m not worried about going with you. I’m just not the best with heights. I mean, I probablyshouldtell someone where I’m going, but you feel safe.”
I lifted my eyebrows. “Not what everyone would think when they see me coming.”
She giggled again and it was so fucking cute. “Youareginormous. But have you seen your dimples? I could be wrong, but I think I read somewhere that guys with dimples are harmless.”
I smirked. She was adorable, and I liked how she seemed exactly the same as she did before she heard about my famous parents. Don’t get me wrong, I’d benefited from having a movie star father and a supermodel mother my entire life, growing up in a mansion in LA and going on fancy trips all over the world, never lacking for anything.
Except anonymity.
But people knowing who I am wasn’t the worst thing, I guessed.
I just never knew for sure who wanted to get close to me formeand not my parents.
I started walking toward my room and she stayed close.
“I hadn’t read that about dimples before, but you’re safe with me,” I said over my shoulder.
When we got to my door, we walked in and I went straight to the window, opening it. I turned, and Elle was looking around my room and then paused near my bookshelves. She rubbed her arms as she shivered.
“Do you need a sweatshirt?”
“Yes, please. I’m from Colorado, so I’m used to colder weather than this, but Palo Alto at night is chilly to me, for some reason.”
“I grew up in Southern California, so it’s chilly here for me too.”
I grabbed one of my Stanford sweatshirts and handed it to her.
She pulled it over her head and beamed up at me. “Much better.”
“I don’t believe you don’t have any friends. You’re so nice and smart and cute.”
Her cheeks flushed. “I’m pretty sure my roommate thinks I’m the biggest nerd she’s ever met, and she’s not wrong,” she said.
I grinned and climbed out the window, stepping aside to make sure she got out safely.
“Can nerds dance like you do? I don’t think so,” I told her.
She looked at me in confusion. “You saw me dance?”
“Uh, is it creepy to admit that? Earlier…with Logan. You’re good.”
“Thanks. I love to dance.Loveit. That’s what got me to this party…I wanted to dance.”
“You could be a cheerleader. Stanford’s cheer team is pretty great.” I motioned for her to sit on the ledge next to me and she did, both of our feet dangling from the roof. The sounds of the party drifted up there, but it was slightly muted. “I guess you’ve already missed the cutoff for this year. But you should try out in the spring.”
She looked at me with an odd expression and my eyebrows lifted.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m actually on the team. I guess I look quite a bit different when I’m off the field.”
I grinned. “You don’t wear your crop top everywhere you go?”
She laughed and shook her head. “I’m still trying to get used to that.” She scrunched up her nose. “Wait…you’re on the football team, aren’t you?”
“Yep. Sure am.”
