Prep School Confidential (A Prep School Confidential Novel) by Kara Taylor Read Free Book Online Page B

“Does this mean you’re coming?”
    She and Alexis are roommates, but luckily, the harpy is off stealing souls elsewhere tonight. Kelsey and April wave at me from Remy’s bed, where they’re sitting cross-legged.
    Remy gives me the rundown of how the whole sneaking-out-of-the-dorm thing works. Weekend curfew is midnight, and there’s a resident advisor on duty downstairs from then until the morning. The only other way out of the dorm is the door at the bottom of the laundry-room stairwell, which locks from the outside. As long as we leave a paper clip wedged into the door, we should be able to sneak in and out after checking in with the RA.
    I stop in my room on the way out to say good night to Isabella, who’s sitting on her bed with a book she’s not reading open on her lap. She looks up at me, gnawing on her thumbnail.
    “You okay?” I cock my head at her. She’s been acting like she’s on another planet all day. I couldn’t convince her to come to the party. I’m a little paranoid she’s upset I’m ditching her for the first night this week, even though that doesn’t make sense, because she’s been doing just fine on her own all year.
    “Just a little tired.” She closes her book and yawns. It’s a slow and methodical one, as if even she doesn’t believe she’s tired. “I’ll probably get an early night.”
    “I promise not to be loud and obnoxious when I get back,” I say.
    “You know I could sleep through a nuclear holocaust.” Isabella grins at me.
    When I find Remy, Kelsey, and April waiting for me in the hall like a pack of loyal Pomeranians, I’m reminded just how far away from home I really am.
    I almost tell them I’m not going to the party. I’d much rather be watching reruns of House Hunters and making fun of Alexis with Isabella. But the thought that maybe Isabella needs a break from me propels me down the hallway to where the girls are waiting.
    A tall boy with sand-colored hair meets us at the back door of the boys’ dorm. Remy introduces him as Phil, and he smiles at me, his tongue poking through the small gap between his front teeth. He looks like a Phil.
    Phil leads us upstairs, which is an exact replica of Amherst, except there are two doors to each room. We stop in front of 201A, which is leaking the type of whiny alternative music people only listen to at American Eagle.
    “The crew team guys live in suites,” April explains.
    “They have their own bathrooms.” Remy sighs.
    “Wait, they get special rooms because they play a sport?” I ask. “Why, so their menstrual cycles sync up or something?”
    “I like her,” Phil says to Remy, sliding his ID into the door. She’s still laughing at what I said, and I can’t help but hate how pretty she is with her perfect top row of teeth showing. There’s no way every guy in this school isn’t in love with her.
    Not that I’m threatened or anything.
    The living room is about the size of my room at home, and it smells oddly okay—and by okay, I mean okay for four teenage guys living with minimal adult supervision. There are two straight-backed couches like the ones in the lounges here, and a TV with video game boxes stacked on each side.
    Cole and Murali open the door, their eyes immediately falling to the sea of female legs in tight black skirts. I opted for something less obvious—a gray lace skirt over black tights. I still feel all three pairs of male eyes make their way over to me.
    “Welcome, ladies.” Murali bows. “May I offer you some wine?”
    “It’s not even from a box this time,” Phil says, as if this is a major accomplishment. “Sebastian brought a whole case home from his vacation last summer.”
    Sebastian is a tall boy with a doofy grin on his face and really dark eyebrows. His black hair is styled too high in a way that turns my douche-sensors on.
    “And who is the new lovely lady?” His voice lilts with a subtle accent. French, probably.
    “This is Anne,” Cole says. Reluctantly. “Anne,