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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In a well-intentioned but probably not all that convincing move, the girls of Waverly had decided to spread all their textbooks and notebooks around the downstairs common room just in case Angelica Davis or some other authority figure happened to peek in. In a way, it was more exciting for the boys to see the girls' dorm as it might be any day of the week, not all fancied up. It made it seem more intimate. Chris could imagine Kae lying on the couch, doing her algebra homework, her little pink sneakers dangling off the edge.
But chasing that image out of his mind was one of Robyn, sitting in that window seat, staring at the copy of Vogue that she had tucked in the pages of her history book.
What was his problem? Why couldn't he get his feelings about these two girls straight in his mind? It wasn't fair to anyone to keep thinking this way about both of them, but he couldn't help it. It was like choosing between Pepsi and Sprite—he thought he'd made his choice. It was Pepsi all the way—if only he could stop thinking about Sprite.
"Took you guys long enough." Zendaya stood in the doorway to the common room, hands on her hips, wearing a simple white tank top with a pair of skinny black pants and a pair of red heels.
Chris glanced at his roommate Jermaine, who had an enormous crush on her. "Did you miss us, baby?" Jermaine grabbed Zendaya by the waist and spun her around. She giggled but didn't fight it, and the two of them danced down the hallway.
"Kegs are this way," she called over her shoulder.
Chris spotted a box of pizza lying open on the coffee table and grabbed a slice. A few girls he didn't recognize were playing a game of Twister in the corner, and he was sort of impressed. Most of the time, Twister was just an excuse to grope members of the opposite sex. Good for them. Chewing his slice of cold pepperoni pizza, he headed up the stairs. Even though boys were banned from girls' dorms, except for the common areas in the brief period between sports practice and dinner, Chris knew his way to room 303 blindfolded.
He paused at the door, not sure who he was going to find inside. And not sure who he was hoping to. He knocked gently and pushed open the door.
Slow R&B music was playing, and Kae was sitting at her desk, typing away at her laptop. He watched her for a moment and listened to the sound of keys clicking. She looked so pretty, her dark hair tumbling down over her back. He tried to sneak over and surprise her, but the floor creaked beneath his Converse high-tops and Kae whirled around.
"You're here!" she cried, her small face breaking out into an enormous smile. "Why didn't you say something?" She quickly sprang out of her chair and walked over to him, looking totally sexy in a dark brown strapless dress that matched her eyes and looked like something you'd throw on over a bikini. And she was barefoot. Mmm...
Without a word, Chris slid his hand behind her neck and leaned in to kiss her. His heart was thumping so wildly he thought maybe she could hear it, and he suddenly realized it was Kae he wanted to see. And to kiss. Her little round shoulders looked practically edible.
