Welcome to Bridgeport Academy, an elite boarding school in New York where glamorous rich kids don't let rules get in the way of a good time.
[ Based on the It Girl series by Cecily Von Ziegesar ]
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Kae jogged back to Waverly after field hockey practice, enjoying the wholesome ache in her muscles and the view of the sprawling green campus, the ancient brick buildings, and the preppy students. After fifteen years in New York City, she'd been shocked to discover she possessed any degree of athletic talent beyond hailing a taxi, but here she was, playing varsity field hockey at boarding school. She wanted to call up her brother to brag as soon as she got her new cell phone, but she knew he wouldn't be at all impressed. He'd probably accuse her of being a cliché or something equally mean.
Kae inhaled the late-afternoon air, with its hints of freshly mown grass in the distance and she swore she could smell the leaves changing color.
"Hey, sexy," a lazy, high-sounding voice called out. Kae whirled around and saw Dave lying on his back on one of the long stone benches that were artfully scattered across campus, each with a plaque naming the Bridgeport alum who had donated it. "Why don't you come over here and sit down?" He patted his lap. "Where are you running to, anyway?"
"Away from you!" Kae called playfully without stopping. She'd kissed him inside the chapel on her very first night at Bridgeport, and then he'd told everyone they'd done a lot more than that. Apparently Dave really got around, so much so the girls had taken to calling him Pony because, as it had been somewhat explained to her, he got more ass than a pony at the country fair.
She might still be upset about it, but then she'd managed to turn it all back around during the biggest field hockey game of the fall. She sang the cheer to herself now as she ran along the ancient stone path leading up to Waverly: "There is a boy who they call Pony! He's always acting gross and horny! He thinks he's got a lot down there, but he sure wears tiny underwear!" She'd gotten back at him with that little line, and even if he was a sleazebag, it still felt good to be able to catch the eye of one of the best looking guys at Bridgeport. God, she loved this place!
She rushed into room 303 with her adrenaline still high and found Alex sitting on the window ledge, staring at an owl perched in the maple tree across the lawn. "Hey, Alex," she greeted her, still out of breath. That's when she saw her bed was covered with Louis Vuitton luggage. She almost yelped. "Whose stuff is that on my bed?!"
"I think Jasmine's been rearranging things," Alex offered quietly. "I thought you knew..."
"I knew she was here, but I didn't know she was going to just move my stuff like that!" Their encounter that morning had been brief and startlingly unpleasant. Now the sight of her neatly made bed stripped and piled high with Jasmine's expensive luggage and her own blankets crumpled up and tossed onto a flimsy, sagging cot made her furious. She picked her pillow up off the floor and slapped the dust off it while she tried to calm herself down. "That's just not fair."
Alex shrugged and held her eyelids closed for a moment. "I really can't picture Jasmine sleeping on a cot, though..."
Ugh! Kae didn't care how beautiful Jasmine was, this was just plain mean. But if it made her happy to have her old bed back, then she might as well have it. Kae just wished she'd asked first and that she herself didn't have to sleep on a cot that smelled like the musty basement it must have just come from.
