the steps. She folded up her knees and rested her chin on her hands. One last damp, half-ruined art history study card lay disintegrating on the walkway, looking a lot like her heart felt right now.
Email Inbox
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: Friday, November 1, 12:39 P.M.
Subject: Re: Meeting
Sebastian,
Since I didn’t hear from you about my previous e-mail, and you didn’t get in touch with me at the Halloween party—perhaps that wasn’t the right place to discuss things, anyway—I thought I’d try again. Are you free to get together sometime this weekend and practice some Latin? I’m free all weekend, so please let me know.
Best,
Brett
14
A WAVERLY OWL NEVER GETS INTO A CAR WITH A STRANGER—UNLESS HE IS VERY , VERY CUTE .
Jenny spotted Zorro—aka Drew Gately—lingering around the benches at the edge of the senior parking lot. He stood among a group of senior guys in lacrosse windbreakers and girls in puffy jackets and chinos. She paused in the rain and listened to the drizzle smack against her black-and-white Marimekko umbrella, readying herself to infiltrate the crowd of people. But instead, Drew seemed to sense her presence, glancing in her direction. With a couple quick words to his friends, he stepped away from them and headed straight toward her.
Wearing slightly frayed khakis and a blue Abercrombie & Fitch button-down under a hooded navy Le Tigre jacket, Drew looked like a prototypical boarding school boy: well-bred, lacrosse-playing, Ivy league—headed, and devilishly sexy.
“No practice, huh?” Drew ran a hand through his short, sandy blond hair and grinned down at Jenny. He was taller than her—of course, he’d be a midget if he wasn’t—but was probably only five-nine or so. At least Jenny had gotten something right this time. Maybe this would work out better than falling for ginormous guys like Easy and Julian and feeling unbearably silly in comparison.
It would certainly be easier to kiss him.
“Canceled.” She twirled her umbrella over her shoulder, enjoying the feel of Drew’s friends watching her. There were some-familiar faces—a girl everyone called Jinxy who lived on the first floor in Dumbarton, a guy she’d seen hanging around Tinsley a few times—but mostly she didn’t recognize them. “The monsoon makes it a little hard.”
Drew gave her a loopy grin and pulled a faded Mets hat onto his head. He glanced down at her beneath the low brim. “That’s too bad. Those field hockey skirts are pretty adorable.”
“Not when they’re covered in mud.” Jenny glanced over Drew’s shoulder at his friends, who were all watching the two of them. She kind of wished he’d invite her over to meet them. In her wide-leg James jeans and Doc Martens, and a super-soft gray angora sweater, Jenny felt very boarding school chic herself. As she opened her mouth to suggest getting a cup of coffee out of the rain, Drew spoke again.
“Want to go for a ride?”
“You have a car?” Jenny asked, surprised. She pulled the belt of her raincoat tighter around her as the rain started to fall more heavily. “I thought they were just for day students.”
“It’s my roommate’s,” Drew explained. “He got his parents to write some kind of bullshit medical note that says he needs a car.” They started walking toward the parking lot, and Jenny fought off a wave of disappointment that she wasn’t going to meet his friends. Well, even if no one saw them, it would still be nice to spend some time alone with Drew. After all, she had to find out if he was her secret admirer. Drew unlocked the doors of a black Mustang convertible and opened the passenger door for her. He grinned down at her, blushing irresistibly, like he’d been thinking about kissing her.
Suddenly, the memory of her and Julian’s first kiss jolted her like an electric shock. Sitting on the tree stump, outside the barn, under the clear night sky filled with stars like diamonds.
Email Inbox
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: Friday, November 1, 12:39 P.M.
Subject: Re: Meeting
Sebastian,
Since I didn’t hear from you about my previous e-mail, and you didn’t get in touch with me at the Halloween party—perhaps that wasn’t the right place to discuss things, anyway—I thought I’d try again. Are you free to get together sometime this weekend and practice some Latin? I’m free all weekend, so please let me know.
Best,
Brett
14
A WAVERLY OWL NEVER GETS INTO A CAR WITH A STRANGER—UNLESS HE IS VERY , VERY CUTE .
Jenny spotted Zorro—aka Drew Gately—lingering around the benches at the edge of the senior parking lot. He stood among a group of senior guys in lacrosse windbreakers and girls in puffy jackets and chinos. She paused in the rain and listened to the drizzle smack against her black-and-white Marimekko umbrella, readying herself to infiltrate the crowd of people. But instead, Drew seemed to sense her presence, glancing in her direction. With a couple quick words to his friends, he stepped away from them and headed straight toward her.
Wearing slightly frayed khakis and a blue Abercrombie & Fitch button-down under a hooded navy Le Tigre jacket, Drew looked like a prototypical boarding school boy: well-bred, lacrosse-playing, Ivy league—headed, and devilishly sexy.
“No practice, huh?” Drew ran a hand through his short, sandy blond hair and grinned down at Jenny. He was taller than her—of course, he’d be a midget if he wasn’t—but was probably only five-nine or so. At least Jenny had gotten something right this time. Maybe this would work out better than falling for ginormous guys like Easy and Julian and feeling unbearably silly in comparison.
It would certainly be easier to kiss him.
“Canceled.” She twirled her umbrella over her shoulder, enjoying the feel of Drew’s friends watching her. There were some-familiar faces—a girl everyone called Jinxy who lived on the first floor in Dumbarton, a guy she’d seen hanging around Tinsley a few times—but mostly she didn’t recognize them. “The monsoon makes it a little hard.”
Drew gave her a loopy grin and pulled a faded Mets hat onto his head. He glanced down at her beneath the low brim. “That’s too bad. Those field hockey skirts are pretty adorable.”
“Not when they’re covered in mud.” Jenny glanced over Drew’s shoulder at his friends, who were all watching the two of them. She kind of wished he’d invite her over to meet them. In her wide-leg James jeans and Doc Martens, and a super-soft gray angora sweater, Jenny felt very boarding school chic herself. As she opened her mouth to suggest getting a cup of coffee out of the rain, Drew spoke again.
“Want to go for a ride?”
“You have a car?” Jenny asked, surprised. She pulled the belt of her raincoat tighter around her as the rain started to fall more heavily. “I thought they were just for day students.”
“It’s my roommate’s,” Drew explained. “He got his parents to write some kind of bullshit medical note that says he needs a car.” They started walking toward the parking lot, and Jenny fought off a wave of disappointment that she wasn’t going to meet his friends. Well, even if no one saw them, it would still be nice to spend some time alone with Drew. After all, she had to find out if he was her secret admirer. Drew unlocked the doors of a black Mustang convertible and opened the passenger door for her. He grinned down at her, blushing irresistibly, like he’d been thinking about kissing her.
Suddenly, the memory of her and Julian’s first kiss jolted her like an electric shock. Sitting on the tree stump, outside the barn, under the clear night sky filled with stars like diamonds.
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