We were meeting at Agata & Valentino’s café on Seventy-ninth Street, and I didn’t want to be late. Ever since I’d enrolled at Thoney in January, Morgan had been a funny, comforting presence in my life. In fact, she’d been the very first person to be nice to me when I showed up shaking in my Moschino all-weather boots as a Thoney infant. I remember how nervous I was, not knowing how to get anywhere in the unfamiliar building. If it hadn’t been for Morgan’s peppy fashion compliment, I might still be frozen in the marble Thoney foyer. My first month at school had kind of been a trial by fire—complete with an all-out election war over Thoney’s coveted Virgil coordinator with Kennedy Pearson and Willa Rubenstein (longtime frenemy and newfound enemy, respectively). But now that I was happily comfortable in my school life, I knew that I owed a big chunk of that happiness to my friendship with Morgan. Recently, though, I could tell she’d been kind of down. Last month, she’d gone on two dates with a random Exeter boy, only to hear that he’d been seen making out with a sophomore at a party three days later.
