Is Bridgeport big enough for Kae, Robyn, Alex and Jasmine? They're all beautiful, captivating, and a little bit crazy... but there can be only one It Girl.
[ Based on the It Girl series by Cecily Von Ziegesar ]
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Rainy days always made Robyn unbearably drowsy, and she could barely keep her eyes open during AP American History, something Mr. Wilde, the thirty-something professor, seemed not to notice. Normally, his deep baritone voice and always slightly crooked smile were enough to keep Robyn's attention, but not when 2 P.M. looked like 9 P.M. It was a fucking monsoon out there. Field hockey practice had been canceled, which sounded nice but wasn't actually a treat in any sense of the word. Canceled practice meant everyone had to report to Lasell, the out-of-date fitness center, and spend an hour on the cardio machines, which Robyn loathed. No matter how toned she wanted to be, she couldn't bear walking in place while everyone cooed at the boys jogging in the gym through the glass. Besides, Lasell smelled like feet. And on a rainy day like this, all the other teams would have canceled practice too, and the gym would be full of hot, sweaty, stinky boys.
Mr. Wilde dismissed the class. Robyn, rapidly blinking to shake the sleep out of herself, passed him in the doorway; he smiled his crooked smile. "Looks like you could use a nap." That counted as teacher permission to skip practice, didn't it? Or at least show up late?
And so, an hour later, when Robyn woke up from her afternoon siesta, a word her mother had taught her to use instead of nap (as the latter brought with it a lazy connotation), she yawned and hopped out of bed, wearing only her Calvin Klein underwear and matching camisole. She could walk around naked if she wanted since she practically had a single now. Ever since Jasmine and Alex had moved out, she barely saw Kae anymore. Robyn woke up every morning to an empty room and crawled into bed after her nightly Pilates routine, the whole day having often gone by without her seeing her little thot roomie. And that's exactly the way she wanted it.
She might have been suspicious that Kae was sleeping somewhere else—a thought that would have driven her mad with jealousy, as if little Kae could manage to sneak into the boys' dorm every night and have wild, passionate, illicit sex with Chris. But thankfully, every morning the honey scent of Kae's lotion hanging in the air assured Robyn that her little pest of a boyfriend-stealing roommate was actually sleeping in her own bed. Or maybe she was just a super early riser.
Kae really seemed to be afraid of her. As well she should be.
Not that Robyn's life wasn't better without Chris. Since they'd broken up (she'd convinced herself that it was mutual and that she had not actually been dumped), Robyn had managed to snag an A on her last bio test, score six goals in the last two field hockey games, and flirt with just about every single cute guy on campus. Last Thursday, she had received special permission to take the train into Manhattan for a "medical emergency" and had spent the whole afternoon at shopping. Walking off the train at Rhinecliff station, arms loaded with bags of clothes, wearing new Christian Louboutins, her newly cut, fresh-from-the-salon hair six inches shorter, she felt...lighter. And free! Although she'd feel a whole lot lighter if Chris wasn't dating her roommate. Or better yet, if he wasn't dating anyone at all.
Robyn glanced at herself in her dresser mirror and shook her head, enjoying the way her new pixie cut looked in motion. She bet Chris would like it. He always hated when she wore weave and loved it when she was more natural.
