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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Jasmine slid open the first-floor window to her room, cringing when it creaked noisily before realizing she didn't give a fuck if it was almost midnight and Alex woke up. She glanced over at her roommate's body, buried beneath her pink comforter, and almost smiled at how she always slept like she was in a coma. They'd learned to sleep through Robyn's snoring and talking fits.
Jasmine sighed and eased herself up onto the windowsill, letting one silk-pajamaed leg hang out. She leaned back against the frame and shook a blunt from her jewelry box. After another long, tension-filled evening, smoking felt glorious. She was probably one of the only Waverly girls awake right now. On her way back from brushing her teeth, she ran into the meek little girl next door, wearing an ugly brown bathrobe and carrying a thick towel over her shoulder. Um, okay. It was like the twelfth time Jasmine had seen her heading into the shower at an insanely late hour—apparently she could only shower when everyone else in the dorm was asleep. Sure, that was normal. And since Ms. Davis never said anything about this girl clearly breaking lights-out curfew, she must either have something over on her (maybe Jasmine wasn't the only one who'd caught her messing around with a married dean?) or Ms. Davis let her break the rule because it was the only thing that kept her out of the loony bin.
Alex and Jasmine's roommate relationship rivaled only Robyn and Kae's in its fucked-up-ness. Alex was on Jasmine's shit list this year after two major friendship-ending offenses. First, she got all lovey-dovey with Karrueche Tran, as if Kae had been the one to save Alex's ass last year by taking the blame for the Ecstasy incident. And then the whole Mr. Jordan thing—Alex was practically sleeping with the guy and couldn't be bothered to tell her. Jasmine couldn't help trying to steal Mr. Jordan. Lack of loyalty in best friends drove her insane.
Which is maybe why she was feeling a teeny bit bad—not guilty, just bad—about the way the Mr. Jordan saga played out. All she'd wanted was for Alex to welcome her back to Bridgeport with open arms. Was that too much to ask for from one of her supposed best friends? She'd been hurt by Alex's coldness, and so she'd lashed out—a little harshly, yes. But Alex didn't have to take everything so seriously. It's not like she was going to marry Michael or anything. Besides, as a direct result of Jasmine stealing him away, Alex was back with Quincy. So really, things had all worked out. Alex should be down on her knees thanking her!
Jasmine sort of enjoyed the fight, especially now that Alex was fighting her back head-on. At first, Alex had avoided the room for a few days, but then it was like she realized she was missing out or something, so she started hanging around more, playing her music loudly, gabbing with Quincy or her sister on her cell phone, daring Jasmine to say something. Alex had even brought her geeky chemistry study group over one night to do flash cards of chemical equations and symbols. And Jasmine had simply sat silently at her desk, ignoring them as they called out things like Faraday's law of electrolysis and glucose reaction. Geeks! Just tonight, she and Alex had sat at their desks, five feet away from each other, writing papers on their laptops and listening to their headphones. Alex ended up going to bed first—in silence, of course.
