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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Alex was irritated about the last-minute Disciplinary Committee meeting, even though she did appreciate getting pulled out of her mind-numbingly dull chemistry class with Mr. Frye. At quarter to ten, just when the other students were strapping on their sweat-inducing plastic goggles and chemical-proof aprons, Alex, Teyana, and Keke all gathered their things, and Professor Frye gave them an absentminded nod, his hands already full of clattering glass test tubes.
"This sucks," Keke grumbled the second the lab door closed behind them. "But at least we missed out on the goggles. Those things leave indentations on your forehead for, like, an hour."
"Today was my turn with Durk Banks as a lab partner," whined Teyana. "You know I've been waiting for that forever."
"He does have a really nice ass." Keke pushed open the front door of the science center and the three girls headed down the steps and toward Stansfield Hall. "But you could get close to that without having to be his lab partner," she pointed out with a giggle.
Alex rolled her eyes, her mind on other things. It had sounded like the whole freaking dorm was on the roof last night. Not that Alex wanted to be there or anything, but it still would have been nice if someone had asked. Whatever. At least now she wasn't the one in trouble.
As Teyana and Keke prattled on, Alex kept her face composed, knowing she looked completely innocent in her pale pink baby doll dress, black leggings, and ballet flats. She smiled to herself. Even her nails looked nice.
Once inside the Stansfield board room, Alex headed over to the committee side of the enormous table, sitting besides Zendaya. Rows of girls in uncomfortable-looking folding chairs stared out at her from across the room, their knees pressed together primly, maroon blazers neatly buttoned. It was weird to see so many defendants for a DC case—usually it was one or two stray delinquents.
Dean Marymount entered the room and immediately stopped short at the sight of Alex and the other DC girls sitting on their accustomed side of the table. "Ladies." He made a shooing gesture with his hands. "Please take a seat with the rest of your dormmates." He gave them a withering look as if they should have known better.
Alex's jaw dropped, and she glanced at Zendaya, who looked equally surprised. "Sir?" Alex spoke up. "But we ... I—"
Marymount cut her off. "You two live in Waverly, don't you?" Marymount didn't wait for an answer and sat down at the end of the table, shuffling through the papers in his hands.
Well, then. Her face flushed, Alex stood up in a huff and headed over to where Kae was sitting in the front row. She flopped into the empty seat next to her. "We didn't even go to their stupid party," she growled under her breath.
Kae patted Alex's arm. "It'll be okay. What can they do? Suspend us for doing our nails in our dorm room?"
