spotted while flipping through the library’s collection of sixties
Vogue
magazines. They hadn’t found a dress like it, but they’d managed to bring home bags and bags of other treasures.
“All right,” Brett said, brushing everything bagel crumbs off her lap and hoping there weren’t any poppy seeds in her teeth. “Everybody, do some thinking about what it means to be a responsible Owl and send me an email.” Maybe they could all just compile their thoughts and make one essay. She crumpled her napkin into her hand. “And leave your closet doors open.”
Email Inbox
To: [email protected];
[email protected];
[email protected];
[email protected];
[email protected];
[email protected]
From: [email protected]
Date: Saturday, October 5, 10:12 a.m.
Subject: Shhh …
Dearest boys,
Just wanted to let you know that we’ll be having a party tonight in Dumbarton—thought we should invite you since we’ll be using your beer.
Pardee won’t be around, but security and groundskeeper Ben will be patrolling the quad to make sure no one comes in or goes out. Be here if you can find a way in—just don’t get caught or you will be screwed (and not by us).
Naughtily yours,
T
Email Inbox
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Date: Saturday, October 5, 11:21 a.m.
Subject: What I learned …
Is that a responsible Owl might as well go to the first party she’s ever been invited to. Especially if the kegs are already in her room!
See you tonight.
K
Email Inbox
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Date: Saturday, October 5, 12:07 p.m.
Subject: Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Okay, I have officially been listening to too much bad music. But what I really wish for is hot CLOTHES for me! I need a cute outfit for the party, start. Can I come over? I’m already on my way.
A responsible Owl does not spill beer on her generous dormmate’s
14
A WAVERLY OWL KNOWS THAT WORKING COOPERATIVELY WITH HIS PEERS IS AN EXCELLENT WAY TO BRING ABOUT NEW AND CREATIVE SOLUTIONS .
At twelve-thirty on Saturday, Waverly’s dining hall looked, at first glance, like it always looked—crowded. Anyone who didn’t know Waverly well would think that all was normal and right in the world. But those familiar with the school would have noticed a distinct difference—or rather, lack. Namely, all of the Dumbarton girls were missing. Meaning, all of the hot girls were missing. And the aesthetics of the school were certainly suffering because of it.
Not to mention the boys. When Brandon walked in the main doors of the dining hall, he unconsciously scanned the room for Callie’s pretty blond head and for Jenny’s mess of curls before realizing they weren’t going to be there. He sighed heavily and headed for the food lines, grabbing a tray and walking around the massive lineup in front of the buffalo chicken strips. (One of Callie’s few indulgences—she was going to be pissed about that.)
“More,” Heath Ferro told the poor girl shoveling the strips out onto his plate. “Don’t be stingy. I’m a growing boy.”
Brandon tried not to gag as he passed his roommate in line and grabbed a bowl of steaming tomato soup. His stomach was still queasy from dinner last night. Or maybe he was queasy from all the flirting Tinsley had done with his dad. Talk about weird. She’d appeared out of nowhere and bewitched all of them, except maybe Julian.
“What’s your problem, princess?” Heath asked after his plate had been piled sufficiently high with chicken strips. “Didn’t you have fun on your date with Julian last night? He said you looked hot.” He snickered.
Brandon rolled his eyes and examined the apples for one without any bruises. Heath was never going to outgrow the homosexuality jokes either. Brandon could already picture him at their fifty-year reunion, still making
Brokeback Mountain
cracks. “Tinsley was there too,
Vogue
magazines. They hadn’t found a dress like it, but they’d managed to bring home bags and bags of other treasures.
“All right,” Brett said, brushing everything bagel crumbs off her lap and hoping there weren’t any poppy seeds in her teeth. “Everybody, do some thinking about what it means to be a responsible Owl and send me an email.” Maybe they could all just compile their thoughts and make one essay. She crumpled her napkin into her hand. “And leave your closet doors open.”
Email Inbox
To: [email protected];
[email protected];
[email protected];
[email protected];
[email protected];
[email protected]
From: [email protected]
Date: Saturday, October 5, 10:12 a.m.
Subject: Shhh …
Dearest boys,
Just wanted to let you know that we’ll be having a party tonight in Dumbarton—thought we should invite you since we’ll be using your beer.
Pardee won’t be around, but security and groundskeeper Ben will be patrolling the quad to make sure no one comes in or goes out. Be here if you can find a way in—just don’t get caught or you will be screwed (and not by us).
Naughtily yours,
T
Email Inbox
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Date: Saturday, October 5, 11:21 a.m.
Subject: What I learned …
Is that a responsible Owl might as well go to the first party she’s ever been invited to. Especially if the kegs are already in her room!
See you tonight.
K
Email Inbox
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Date: Saturday, October 5, 12:07 p.m.
Subject: Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Okay, I have officially been listening to too much bad music. But what I really wish for is hot CLOTHES for me! I need a cute outfit for the party, start. Can I come over? I’m already on my way.
A responsible Owl does not spill beer on her generous dormmate’s
14
A WAVERLY OWL KNOWS THAT WORKING COOPERATIVELY WITH HIS PEERS IS AN EXCELLENT WAY TO BRING ABOUT NEW AND CREATIVE SOLUTIONS .
At twelve-thirty on Saturday, Waverly’s dining hall looked, at first glance, like it always looked—crowded. Anyone who didn’t know Waverly well would think that all was normal and right in the world. But those familiar with the school would have noticed a distinct difference—or rather, lack. Namely, all of the Dumbarton girls were missing. Meaning, all of the hot girls were missing. And the aesthetics of the school were certainly suffering because of it.
Not to mention the boys. When Brandon walked in the main doors of the dining hall, he unconsciously scanned the room for Callie’s pretty blond head and for Jenny’s mess of curls before realizing they weren’t going to be there. He sighed heavily and headed for the food lines, grabbing a tray and walking around the massive lineup in front of the buffalo chicken strips. (One of Callie’s few indulgences—she was going to be pissed about that.)
“More,” Heath Ferro told the poor girl shoveling the strips out onto his plate. “Don’t be stingy. I’m a growing boy.”
Brandon tried not to gag as he passed his roommate in line and grabbed a bowl of steaming tomato soup. His stomach was still queasy from dinner last night. Or maybe he was queasy from all the flirting Tinsley had done with his dad. Talk about weird. She’d appeared out of nowhere and bewitched all of them, except maybe Julian.
“What’s your problem, princess?” Heath asked after his plate had been piled sufficiently high with chicken strips. “Didn’t you have fun on your date with Julian last night? He said you looked hot.” He snickered.
Brandon rolled his eyes and examined the apples for one without any bruises. Heath was never going to outgrow the homosexuality jokes either. Brandon could already picture him at their fifty-year reunion, still making
Brokeback Mountain
cracks. “Tinsley was there too,
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