The It Girl by Cecily von Ziegesar

the arched doorway, frowning at her in concern.
    “You okay?”
    “I have to …” Jenny whirled around before she could finish her sentence, fleeing the dining hall. She sprinted across the damp green lawns, wishing she could take off and fly away like one of those fat old great horned owls. The ancient buildings of Waverly towered on either side of her, their windows glowering. The bite of salmon rebelled in her stomach, and Jenny slowed to a walk. She’d wanted to come to boarding school to start afresh, to become the girl she’d always wanted to be, to be a fabulous new, better version of herself. It was going to be a lot harder than she’d thought.

    Instant Message Inbox
    EasyWalsh: I’m right outside. Wanna check if the coast is clear?
    CallieVernon: Hold on.
    CallieVernon: OK, I just pressed my ear to Angelica’s door, and I hear the TV. Loud. Looks good.
    EasyWalsh: Cool. C u in a sec.

11
ONE GOOD WAY TO GET TO KNOW A WAVERLY OWL:
FIND OUT WHAT COLOR J. CREW BOXERS HE WEARS .

    “You
stink
.”
    Jenny woke with a start. Where was she? Oh, right. Waverly. In her room. “I mean seriously, you really stink. Are you drunk?” someone whispered.
    Was that Callie, talking in her sleep? Jenny had heard her come in: thankfully, it had been after she’d stopped sobbing into her pillow. She’d taken her clothes off in the dark, said “nighty-night,” and snuggled under the covers.
    “I’m not drunk,” another voice slurred. A guy’s voice.
    “Well, you stink like vodka. Ew.”
    “I love it when you say I smell,” the guy said.
    “Shh. Pardee will hear.”
    Jenny inched further beneath her covers. The voice sounded vaguely familiar. And whoever it was did stink—Jenny could smell something vaguely alcoholic, even though the windows were wide open and the cool night breeze was wafting though the room.
    “Well, it would be nice, Easy, if you
didn’t
stink, ’cause then I wouldn’t have to taste it in your mouth.”
    Easy?
    Jenny’s stomach dropped. How many Easys went to this school?
    “You sure nobody’s here?” he asked.
    “Do you see anybody here?” Callie hissed.
    Jenny stayed curled in a ball. Callie had seen her. She’d even said good night to her! Jenny wanted to leave them alone, but getting up and making noise right now would be very uncool. And what if Easy saw her? She was sure her crush on him would shine right through her, like her face was a mesh field hockey pinnie. To think that she had developed an immediate crush on her roommate’s boyfriend! Old Jenny strikes again.
    Her eyes adjusted to the dark and she peeked out from under the covers. Callie’s bed was less than four feet away. There was a flash of naked skin in the moonlight. “Condom,” Jenny head Callie whisper.
    A pause. Then Easy’s voice. “Serious? Where?”
    “Top drawer.”
    Jenny heard fumbling in the dark. Then a scuffling of covers, and
thump
! Easy was halfway on the floor. He tried to get his balance but held on to the night table and ended up dragging it down with him. It made a horrible amount of noise. A box of Lifestyles Extra Lubricated condoms spilled out, along with a big bottle of Lubriderm dry skin lotion and a package of blue fine-tip Bic pens.
    Jenny shot up in bed, staring at Easy’s sprawled, naked body.
    “Yo,” Easy drawled, grinning up at her. “I know you.”
    “Eep!” Jenny slunk back under the covers.
    “Callie, you said nobody was here,” Easy whispered loudly.
    Callie kicked the mattress angrily. “This is ridiculous,” she sighed, and got out of bed. Jenny peeked out from under the covers and saw the outline of Callie’s lithe body. She wore a pink bra with a pointy-toothed Lacoste alligator emblazoned on the strap. Where was Brett, anyway? Callie glanced over at the lump that was Jenny under the blankets. “Sorry, Jenny.” She shrugged, then stomped over Easy, stepping on his hand as she headed for the door.
    “Oww!” He cried out in pain. “Where are you