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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Kae started down the wide marble stairs toward Yara's first-floor room, her flip flops thwacking loudly against the bottoms of her feet. She was feeling a little dazed about what had just happened with Chris—not that she had any idea what had just happened. But for the first time since she'd met him, something just seemed to be off. Things were normal at first, but then, all of a sudden, it was like some how they weren't speaking the same language or like everything she tried to say just ended up coming out all wrong. It made her nervous.
She was relieved to be out of the room. Maybe she just needed a beer. Kae didn't exactly like beer—did anyone?—but having one always helped her feel less awkward. And right now, she was positively craving one.
On the first floor, the music was playing at a reasonable volume, one that would not attract the attention of any teacher or other authority figure that happened to pass. Not like the notorious roof party. Apparently a responsible Owl learns from her mistakes. Sort of. She passed Alex's closed door and heard some soft music playing. At least someone was getting some quality cuddle time!
Just as Kae approached Yara's doorway, a girl passed through the front hallway that Kae knew for sure she had never seen before. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, revealing a blonde underside—a look more at home on the sidewalks around Union Square than at Bridgeport Academy. She seemed older too, wearing a long dark skirt and a fitted leather jacket—uh-oh! Was she a new teacher? Some kind of grad student Marymount had hired to infiltrate the dorm? Kae heard a flutter of activity and a rash of slammed doors; clearly others had spotted the stranger too. Yara came rushing around the corner, eyes flashing. "Quick, in here." She pulled Kae into her room and slammed the door behind them.
"Who was that?" Yara asked, looking like she enjoyed the excitement. She'd changed into a white, romantic-looking silk blouse with an empire waist and a square neckline with a little trim of lace that managed to push her chest up. The billowy sleeves were long and sheer, and Yara had paired them with a funky pair of tight black pants that hugged her thighs and flared out at the calves. Her scuffed boots peeked out from beneath. She still looked cute but way more comfortable than she had in the tight orange dress. This outfit was just so much more her.
"I have no idea." Kae leaned against. Yara's bookcase, which was stacked with books vertically and horizontally, the only messy part of the otherwise immaculate room. "She did look pretty young to be a teacher."
"But why would someone just wander into a girls' dorm?" Yara wondered as she crouched down and filled two plastic cups from the keg under her bed. "Maybe she's just from a different dorm."
Kae smiled and ran her eyes over the books. It was nice to see so many—most of the girls used their bookshelves as shoe racks. It reminded her of the hours she'd spend at the bookstore in Greenwich Village, tilting her head to read the titles on the thousands of shelves of books until her neck hurt. She recognized the spines of a couple of her favorites before noticing two entire shelves of thin, colorful spines with small print. She pulled one out a little and saw that it was a vintage copy of an X-Men comic book from 1968. "Oh my God, are these all comics?"
