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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"I can't believe me and Dave dragged a keg up here!" Rakim exclaimed. He was standing at the edge of the roof, looking over the stone wall and down at the wrought iron fire escape.
"A half keg," Jasmine pointed out teasingly from behind him. "And why'd you do that, again?"
"A pretty girl told me to." Rakim picked up a pebble from the gravelly roof, blew on it, and swung his arm back and forth a few times before flinging it out over the quad below, like he was skimming a stone across a pond.
"Do you do everything pretty girls tell you to do?"
"What can I say? I was raised right."
He was certainly doing something right. After the party disbanded, Rakim and Jasmine and a few others had wandered upstairs to the smaller common room that housed the TV and DVD player. Rakim, a little shyly, had pulled from his messenger bag the library's copy of Django. "Since your film meeting had to be postponed," he'd whispered. Jasmine, at that moment, was thankful they weren't alone—otherwise, who knows what would have happened. Instead, while Jermaine and Zendaya snuggled up on the chintz love seat, the two of them sat a comfortable distance away from each other on the oversized sofa. Which sagged in the middle, meaning that they were slowly sliding toward each other, and at the beginning of each scene Jasmine had to move away or else she'd end up in his lap.
Not that she would have had a problem with that if they had been alone. But...there were a lot of factors to consider. She knew it was silly—age shouldn't matter. Hell, Mariah Carey was ten years older than Nick Cannon when they started dating! But Nick Cannon wasn't a freshman.
It really was more than that, though. Her favorite moments were the ones leading up to that first kiss—when you're not sure if it's going to happen or what it's going to feel like, when your nerves are all on edge, waiting for it. Sometimes (sadly, too many times, for Jasmine) the anticipation was better than the payoff. The kiss, and the guy, often disappointed her. And once the kiss was over and it was only so-so, the whole thing basically ended.
And she really didn't want that to happen with Rakim. It felt so thrilling to be sitting next to him in the dark, with Zendaya and Jermaine just a few feet away, watching one of the best movies on earth and trying not to wonder what Rakim's lips would taste like. He had a great laugh, too—like he didn't care who was listening.
After the credits rolled, they snuck out of the common room, Zendaya's head lying softly against Jermaine's chest, one of them snoring loudly, and snuck up to the roof. Where they were now.
"Come here," Rakim said suddenly, looking down over the edge again. Jasmine quickly approached him and peeked over, wondering if Mrs.Davis was finally coming home. But she didn't see anything except the dark grass and bushes far below. Nothing even moved.
"What am I supposed to be looking at?" Jasmine demanded, aware of how close she was standing to Rakim. He was only inches away.
