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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(Durk Banks is Lil Durk btw lol)
At 7:25 sharp, five minutes before closing time, the boys had all congregated in the locker room at Lasell gym. And waited.
"I don't know if I should be doing this," Durk Banks said as he locked the front door of the gym and switched off the last of the overhead lights. "But I miss all the fine girls." He jangled the keys and grinned. "And it serves 'em right for making me lock up every fucking Saturday night."
Aubrey grinned, feeling much more daring than he usually allowed. He'd been hanging around the squash courts this afternoon, practicing his backhand, when Durk walked by with a stack of fresh towels for the boys' locker room. Aubrey saw him working everywhere—in the dining hall, the library, Maxwell—doing all sorts of odd jobs for his work-study program. Aubrey had always admired him for that. There weren't too many kids at Bridgeport, himself included, who knew what it was like to have to work for their first-class educations. But this time, Aubrey was admiring him for a different reason: the enormous set of keys hanging from a belt loop on his jeans.
"I don't have a master key or anything that cool," Durk admitted when Aubrey asked him. "But there are a bunch of old keys on here that open a lot of strange doors. And yeah, one of them opens the Lasell access door to the tunnels." He shrugged.
"How the fuck did you keep that a secret?" Aubrey swiped at a bead of sweat running down his forehead.
"Well," Durk grinned proudly. "It's not exactly a secret. A few girls know about it too." Durk was reputedly a ladies' man, although he wasn't one of the guys that talked about it much. Or emailed lists of all the girls he'd hooked up with out to his dormmates. In other words, he was no Dave East.
"Do you know how far they go?"
"I haven't really explored them. But they have signs on the walls—apparently they go to all the main buildings."
"Dorms included?"
Durk nodded. "Dorms included."
Bingo.
Aubrey filled in the stealth group of explorers by email, though even he wasn't sure what he meant by "come prepared." Flashlights and dark clothes, maybe.
But then Chris showed up with a yellow hard hat with a giant light on the front of it. He shrugged and set it on his head. He looked like a miner. If the girls were here, they'd be falling all over themselves trying to tell him how cute he looked. How creative and artsy it was that he was wearing a fucking helmet. Aubrey just thought he looked like a dweeb.
Bryson started pulling a thick rope from his bag and wrapped it around his waist.
"Fuck's that for?" Jermaine asked, looking a little self-conscious about the tiny LED penlight he'd brought.
"In case anyone needs pulling out."
"Whoa." Dave held up a hand. "No one needs to be talking about pulling out."
