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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"Your homework," Mrs. Silver announced Wednesday afternoon, emphasizing the word homework even though Kae knew that no one in their human-figure drawing elective thought of it as that, "will be to do a drawing or painting of a member of the opposite sex that attempts to reveal something about their personality." Her eyes twinkled. "Be creative. And please bring them in on Friday." She raised her voice to carry over the noises of her students flipping their sketch pads closed and tossing their pencils back into their boxes. "Some prospectives will be visiting campus this weekend, and I'd like them to see how talented our art students are."
Kae plunked her thick piece of charcoal back into a special compartment in her pencil box and tried not to think about the day that Chris had asked her to meet him at his special clearing in the woods and taken her portrait. Everything about that day seemed perfect now, and Kae wished she could somehow freeze that memory and remember it without all the yucky, complicated stuff that came along with it.
Right now, Chris was all the way across the room, on a stool next to Durk, taking notes in his sketchbook. She was serious about the pact she'd made with Robyn—although, from the way Chris was acting, maybe it wasn't even necessary. Maybe Chris was already over her.
"Oh, and children—I'd like you to branch out and use someone outside this class as your model." Mrs. Silver twitched her round little nose. "Shake things up a bit." She shook her hips like a hula dancer, as if to illustrate what she meant.
Kae immediately felt relieved. Good. Now she and Chris would definitely not be able to draw each other. So she didn't have to worry about him saying no.
Even though she'd been thinking all morning about how she was going to have to break up with him—if they were even still going out, which she wasn't sure they were—she really didn't feel like doing it today. Not when she was wearing her favorite True Religion jeans that had been a Christmas present from her father and represented the single time he'd bought her an article of clothing that she would actually wear in public. Sure, she'd e-mailed him a picture of the exact pair she wanted from Saks.com, size and everything, but she hadn't expected him to actually buy them for her. She didn't want them to become the jeans she was wearing when her relationship with Chris ended.
"Do you want to get a cup of coffee before practice?" Kae asked Yara as they washed the charcoal off their hands at the sinks in the back of the studio. She knew it was neurotic, but she just didn't want to be alone right now. Zendaya had already snuck out of class early to meet up with Jermaine for a Latin study date in the library—even that sounded good to Kae.
"I'm sorry, I can't." Yara dried her hands off on one of the stiff brown industrial-quality paper towels they always seemed to have in art buildings. "I've got a meeting with Mr. Wilde to talk about my history paper."
"Oh." Kae smiled at her new friend. "Lucky you." She was already looking forward to AP American History next year. She'd passed the super-cute Mr. Wilde in Stansfield Hall once and had seen that he was wearing a t-shirt under neath his neatly pressed blue button-down and tie.
