drunkenly.
Julian pushed a piece of pale brown hair out of his face. He smelled like soap, and Tinsley wanted to kiss him all over. “Yeah. I heard what you’re doing.” He shrugged. “Everyone has.”
“What does that mean?” Tinsley sat up straight. She definitely didn’t care for his tone. Tiny alarm bells started to go off in her head.
“I don’t know. It just seems like… an easy project. Two beautiful girls? Taking pictures of each other modeling in skimpy clothes?” Julian shrugged. “Are you sure that’s what you really want to be spending your time on? What about directing and film?”
“But it’s not like it’s just modeling,” Tinsley explained, running her finger over Julian’s knee. She was starting to get annoyed with him. “It’s
art
. Isla has this amazing art book of all these classic photographs of women in these, like, normal settings, but wearing clothes that are completely out of context. It’s all about contrast, and the unexpected, and…” Tinsley trailed off. The vodka had left her brain sluggish, and she was irritated that her jumbled words didn’t do their project justice.
Julian swung his feet to the floor and sat up. “Sorry, but when everyone shares their Jan Plan projects at the end of the month, I don’t think the guys at Waverly will be thinking about
contrast
or the
unexpected
when they look at those pictures of you practically naked.”
“Julian!” Tinsley got to her feet. “Why are you being such a prude?” Her eyes narrowed. Was that even what this was about? Or was Julian just…
jealous
? “Or is this about me choosing to work with Isla instead of you? That’s really immature.”
“No, it’s not that.” Julian rolled his eyes. “Look, I’m sorry. You can’t blame me for not loving the idea of the entire male population of Waverly ogling my girlfriend in a bikini.”
All the blood rushed to Tinsley’s face. She’d never felt so insulted before. How could he be so ignorant? Didn’t he have any sense of what art was? For the second time in twenty minutes, Tinsley steadied herself on a dresser and slid her feet into her ankle boots. “Then maybe I shouldn’t
be
your girlfriend.”
She got all the way to the window before realizing that Julian hadn’t answered. She glanced back at him. He was still sitting where she’d left him on his bed, his handsome face lit from the side by the moonlight streaming through the window. He stared at her as if he’d never seen her before. It was a mix of disappointment and confusion.
Well, if he wanted to sit there in silence, fine. He could be boring and sit around in his room for the rest of fucking Jan Plan if he wanted, watching movies in his sweatpants all day.
He’d just have to do it without her.
Instant Message Inbox
SageFrancis:
I was just out snowshoeing with Ryan and I think we saw a bum in the woods.
CelineColista:
No, I think that’s HEATH . He’s doing an outdoor-survival thing, eating berries and building fires.
SageFrancis:
Wow, I knew he was dirty, but he looked FILTHY .
CelineColista:
If he was horny before, think what a few days without female contact will do.
SageFrancis:
Hmmm… if only Brandon had some of that wild animal quality, maybe we’d still be together. Tho yesterday he looked… different. Good.
CelineColista:
Yeah, I saw him, too. The scruffy, jet-lagged look does a body goooood.
SageFrancis:
I thought there was something going on with you and Lon?
CelineColista:
Hmm, sounds like someone’s a little jealous!
15
A WAVERLY OWL KNOWS THAT SOMEONE IS ALWAYS WATCHING .
B randon tossed the black rubber squash ball in the air. It was early Thursday afternoon, and he had just finished pulverizing Julian in a very one-sided match. Julian’s game had been terrible—normally the tall, gangly freshman was Brandon’s biggest challenge on the team. But today he’d been sluggish and distracted, barely making Brandon break a sweat.
“You suck today,” Brandon said as
Julian pushed a piece of pale brown hair out of his face. He smelled like soap, and Tinsley wanted to kiss him all over. “Yeah. I heard what you’re doing.” He shrugged. “Everyone has.”
“What does that mean?” Tinsley sat up straight. She definitely didn’t care for his tone. Tiny alarm bells started to go off in her head.
“I don’t know. It just seems like… an easy project. Two beautiful girls? Taking pictures of each other modeling in skimpy clothes?” Julian shrugged. “Are you sure that’s what you really want to be spending your time on? What about directing and film?”
“But it’s not like it’s just modeling,” Tinsley explained, running her finger over Julian’s knee. She was starting to get annoyed with him. “It’s
art
. Isla has this amazing art book of all these classic photographs of women in these, like, normal settings, but wearing clothes that are completely out of context. It’s all about contrast, and the unexpected, and…” Tinsley trailed off. The vodka had left her brain sluggish, and she was irritated that her jumbled words didn’t do their project justice.
Julian swung his feet to the floor and sat up. “Sorry, but when everyone shares their Jan Plan projects at the end of the month, I don’t think the guys at Waverly will be thinking about
contrast
or the
unexpected
when they look at those pictures of you practically naked.”
“Julian!” Tinsley got to her feet. “Why are you being such a prude?” Her eyes narrowed. Was that even what this was about? Or was Julian just…
jealous
? “Or is this about me choosing to work with Isla instead of you? That’s really immature.”
“No, it’s not that.” Julian rolled his eyes. “Look, I’m sorry. You can’t blame me for not loving the idea of the entire male population of Waverly ogling my girlfriend in a bikini.”
All the blood rushed to Tinsley’s face. She’d never felt so insulted before. How could he be so ignorant? Didn’t he have any sense of what art was? For the second time in twenty minutes, Tinsley steadied herself on a dresser and slid her feet into her ankle boots. “Then maybe I shouldn’t
be
your girlfriend.”
She got all the way to the window before realizing that Julian hadn’t answered. She glanced back at him. He was still sitting where she’d left him on his bed, his handsome face lit from the side by the moonlight streaming through the window. He stared at her as if he’d never seen her before. It was a mix of disappointment and confusion.
Well, if he wanted to sit there in silence, fine. He could be boring and sit around in his room for the rest of fucking Jan Plan if he wanted, watching movies in his sweatpants all day.
He’d just have to do it without her.
Instant Message Inbox
SageFrancis:
I was just out snowshoeing with Ryan and I think we saw a bum in the woods.
CelineColista:
No, I think that’s HEATH . He’s doing an outdoor-survival thing, eating berries and building fires.
SageFrancis:
Wow, I knew he was dirty, but he looked FILTHY .
CelineColista:
If he was horny before, think what a few days without female contact will do.
SageFrancis:
Hmmm… if only Brandon had some of that wild animal quality, maybe we’d still be together. Tho yesterday he looked… different. Good.
CelineColista:
Yeah, I saw him, too. The scruffy, jet-lagged look does a body goooood.
SageFrancis:
I thought there was something going on with you and Lon?
CelineColista:
Hmm, sounds like someone’s a little jealous!
15
A WAVERLY OWL KNOWS THAT SOMEONE IS ALWAYS WATCHING .
B randon tossed the black rubber squash ball in the air. It was early Thursday afternoon, and he had just finished pulverizing Julian in a very one-sided match. Julian’s game had been terrible—normally the tall, gangly freshman was Brandon’s biggest challenge on the team. But today he’d been sluggish and distracted, barely making Brandon break a sweat.
“You suck today,” Brandon said as
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