I offered a shrug "I am going to apply to a few and keep my options open."

"What about your dream?" She countered back with.

"Yes. A dream. That is all that it was." I voiced, knowing what she was talking about.

Stone interjected while peering down at me "What was your dream?"

"It is nothing and it is stupid." I waved it off.

Tutting, my best friend elaborated "Since she was five years old, it has been Ella's dream to go Harvard and study English literature."

"I do not care that much about it."

Lana rebutted "I even have a photo of five-year-old her with a jumper on that has the Harvard logo on it."

"You do?" I asked, unconvinced that she did.

She did not answer me and instead, she spoke to Stone while getting out her phone from her bag "Do you want to see it?"

Stone nodded at her before sending a smirk my way.

Lana turned her phone, so the screen was facing in our direction. To my absolute horror, it was a picture of five-year-old me. The picture was of me on a park swing with my Harvard logo sweatshirt and my two missing front teethed smile.

Mortified, I bit out "Why do you even have that?"

"Cute." Stone's rough voice said against my ear as he leaned down to tease me.

"Shut up." I uttered before addressing Brennan "Do you have any baby photos of Stone?"

"No." Brennan laughed "Why would I?"

I pointed accusingly at him "You are no use to me."

Brennan started a conversation with his maybe-girlfriend when Stone's large hands rested on my hips.

The giant made me face him as he told me gruffly "You need to apply to Harvard."

My head shook at his words "I cannot do that."

He frowned "Why not?"

"There are a million reasons." I stated before I began to list them "The acceptance rates are staggeringly low. Like under twenty percent and that is for people in wealthy areas and private schools. Then the English course is two point something percent acceptance. That is crazy—"

"And you are crazy smart." Stone cut me off in a tone that sounded so stern that it left no room for argument "Apply."

Crossing my arms, my bottom lip went over my top in an almost pout "Not happening, Lurch."

He scowled and I almost let out a laugh at his scary he looked.

"I have as much chance of getting into Harvard as you have of fitting through a cat flap." I told him as I smiled up at the grumpy face.

"You are the smartest person I know." He uttered determinedly "They would be fucking idiots not to want you."

Jumping up, I put my hand on his forehead for a split second before grinning "Now I have only read two medical books in my life, and I am in no way a professional, but I think you are lovesick."