Notorious by Cecily von Ziegesar Read Free Book Online

never smoked pot, but it occurred to her that it might be just what she needed to relax enough to do it with Eric. Maybe next time.
    “Where’re you going?” Brett turned around to see Eric sitting up in bed, his sexy gray eyes sleepy and his hair rumpled. “You’re not leaving?”
    “Bathroom,” Brett answered, suddenly wondering how she was supposed to get home.
    “Spend the night.” Eric yawned adorably. “I just want you to sleep next to me.”
    Brett melted. Without a thought of curfews or her roommates or what she’d wear in the morning, she agreed. “I’d like that too.”

    Instant Message Inbox

SageFrancis: U awake yet? I just’ Knocked on Pardee’s door to tell her our toilet’s clogged again and I heard Mr. Pardee totally freaking inside.
BennyCunningham: U get anything good?
SageFrancis: Not really. Maybe she’s got a boyfriend? Mr. Dalton?
BennyCunningham: Doubt it. Someone saw Brett getting dropped off at dawn in a schmaney Town Car this morning.
SageFrancis: U don’t say …

    Instant Message Inbox

    To: [email protected]
    From: [email protected]
    Date: Wednesday, September 11, 9:01 a.m.
    Subject: Stables
Hey, baby,
Meet me at the stables at 5 p.m.?
    Xxx,
    C

7
A WAVERLY OWL DOES NOT LUST AFTER A ROOM-MATE’S BOYFRIEND—UNTIL AFTER THEY BREAK Up.
    Jenny plopped her giant purple suede tote bag she’d gotten at an open-air market in Prague that summer on the floor beneath the art desk she’d tentatively claimed as her own. She’d fallen in love with the bag, and her mother had quickly handed over the two thousand koruny the vendor wanted for it without even trying to bargain, as if her willingness to buy Jenny the bag made her a less-neglectful mother after basically abandoning her and Dan when they were kids. Jenny loved the bag despite its being a bribe and despite its being slightly grungy and not exactly hip. After her first week at Waverly, Jenny was finding herself less concerned with everyone else’s idea of what coolness was. There was something very empowering about the way she had found herself turning the Black Saturday cheer to her advantage instead of collapsing in shame, and she suddenly felt like she could do the same with everything if she set her mind to it. Who cared if her bag was slightly lumpy and Eastern Bloc looking?
    Yesterday Mrs. Silver had invited Jenny, Easy, and Alison Quentin into the Advanced Portraiture elective that met on Wednesdays. The class was mostly seniors, so Jenny felt especially proud. And the fact that she was going to have another class with Easy didn’t hurt either.
    Jenny headed to the student supply closet and pulled her enormous newsprint sketch pad out from the shelf labeled HUMPHREY in her elegant calligraphy. She couldn’t help smiling at the sight of Easy’s name on his shelf in sloppy charcoal, the dark, dusty letters already smearing on the white label.
    “Glad you could join us, Mr. Walsh,” Mrs. Silver greeted Easy as he strolled into the classroom just as she was closing the door.
    “The pleasure is all mine.” Easy slid onto the stool next to Jenny, glancing at her out of the corner of his brilliant blue eyes. It was a mixed blessing, a tease, like someone waving a slice of Original Ray’s cheese-and-pepperoni pizza under her nose and she was on a diet. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know if he and Callie were still together, but either way, Callie was her
roommate
. “Hey,” he whispered, barely audibly.
    “Hey,” Jenny whispered back. What was she doing? She had to force herself to stop flirting with him. Concentrate on her artwork, something!
    “I think you have all mastered the basic proportions of the face, working with a mirror and your own reflections.” Mrs. Silver, a graying Mrs.-Claus-goes-hippie type, smiled kindly at the class. “Now, I’d like you to work on capturing a likeness of someone else’s face. These two rows, pair up with the person next to you—” She pointed at Easy and