After delivering gourmet sandwiches for lunch (turkey and Havarti on croissants, portobello and goat cheese on flat bread), dining services must have needed an easy one since they announced that for dinner, they would be ordering a giant stack of pizza boxes. No one seemed to mind. In fact, pizza...
Callie was wearing the new fringed Kelly green Prada dress she’d bought at Pimpernel’s, a multicolored Pucci headscarf, and four-inch-high silver Manolos. Her long strawberry-blond hair was swept up into a sexy, Asian-inspired bun, and she’d put thick kohl eyeliner around her eyes. She knew the o...
Jenny wandered around campus on Tuesday morning, so overcome with guilt that she couldn’t sit still. She’d been unable to sleep last night, even after Brett had gotten her out of there and the two of them had giggled and watched The 40-Year-Old Virgin in the lounge. But Jenny was still tormented ...
Brett nearly crashed into Alison Quentin as she breezed into the dining hall at lunch on Thursday, sending Alison’s stack of Saltines tipping over on her tray. “Sorry,” Brett mumbled under her breath, her tired head down as she made her way to the food line. Horniman’s e-mail looped through her m...
As Jenny approached the Crater, the venue of choice for the Goodbye US party, she couldn’t help but compare parties at Waverly to those in Manhattan. Back home, they sipped cocktails at bars in the Meatpacking District or attended galas at the Met. Well, at least some people did—Jenny was only oc...
Brett helped her mother put the last of the Thanks giving dinner dishes into the dishwasher, even offering to help her father dry the pots and pans as he bent over the sink, his shirtsleeves rolled up to the elbow. She’d been feeling protective of her parents since the alien Coopers had washed up...
The smell of buttery popcorn filled the Cinephiles screening room on Sunday afternoon as Tinsley rearranged the free snacks she’d put together for her fellow Owls. In addition to bags of freshly popped popcorn, she’d laid out a bowl of bite-size Snickers, Junior Mints, a plastic jug of licorice, ...
Of all the things Tinsley Carmichael had done at Waverly—many involving alcohol, some involving drugs, almost all involving boys—she had not once sneaked into a boy’s dorm room—or, at least, not alone. And certainly not a freshman’s dorm room, not even as a freshman. But desperate times called fo...
Bright and early on Tuesday morning, Jenny let the front door to Stansfield Hall slam behind her as she headed toward the dean’s office. As suspected, her adviser, Ms. Rose, had told her she needed to get permission directly from the dean if she wanted to work on her own. Now she just needed to c...