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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Thursday night was warm, and as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon, the party on the roof started to heat up. Jasmine had kept an eye on the keg on the roof all day, checking to make sure it was securely hidden in the shade and replacing the ice in the cooler when it melted down. Standing on the roof now in her gold leather Giuseppe boots and cream-colored silk skirt, paired with a simple white tee, the light wind billowing the skirt against her thighs, she felt—peaceful. Which, when translated, meant—bored. The taboo roof of Waverly was surprisingly dull: the brick walls shielded the girls from a view of anything other than the tops of some trees. The brightly colored leaves looked quite majestic as they faded into the dusk. Majestic and boring.
Jasmine leaned back in her plastic lawn chair, one of the half dozen that Teyana and Keke had snatched from the storage room in the basement, and sipped her cold beer. All the Café Society girls were there, and she had almost forgotten that little Kae and bitchy Alex had once been part of this group. Almost. It irritated Jasmine that Alex seemed so unaffected by her social dismissal. She'd expected her former friend to be ostracized by everyone at Bridgeport once it became known she was on the permanent outs with Jasmine Sanders. But things hadn't happened like that. Alex seemed to be doing fine, still hanging out with the other girls when Jasmine wasn't around as if she hadn't been blacklisted. Jasmine was still waiting for Alex to throw herself down to the floor, kiss the toes of her boots, and beg her to let them start all over. But Alex seemed so...over it.
Maybe it was because Alex was back in love with Quincy. Of course the star quarterback's girlfriend would always be popular—as long as they were together, that is.
The metal door to the roof banged open, interrupting Jasmine's thoughts. It was Robyn, wearing one of her gorgeous new dresses. "The natives are getting restless down there," she said pointedly to Jasmine as she stepped gingerly over a cinder block. "They all want to crash our party. Well, not Kae and Alex," Robyn corrected herself bitterly, her lips screwed up into a pretty pink pout. "They're in my room giving each other gay manicures or something."
Jasmine adjusted her skirt around and inhaled deeply. She surveyed the scene—Sevyn and Zendaya were dancing to the music coming from Jasmine's phone. Teyana and Keke were huddled around the keg, trying to design a new drinking game—one that hadn't been played ten thousand times before. Zoe was chatting with Ariana, their newest member, something Jasmine began to regret the second Ariana appeared on the roof wearing what looked like a Macy's prom dress from 1991.
Jasmine sighed heavily. She didn't want to admit it out loud, but this party was ... lame. She was bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. "Well, hell." She stood up. "Let's invite 'em in."
Robyn's mouth opened in surprise. "Are you serious?"
"Why the hell not?" Jasmine strode carelessly toward the door, downing her beer on the way.
"Because it's like...Debbie the band geek, and that stringy-haired girl, and these..."
Jasmine paused and patted her hand against Robyn's cheek. "Don't be such a snob, honey." Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement. This could be interesting. "There's plenty of beer for everyone."
