Is Bridgeport big enough for Kae, Robyn, Alex and Jasmine? They're all beautiful, captivating, and a little bit crazy... but there can be only one It Girl.
[ Based on the It Girl series by Cecily Von Ziegesar ]
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Saturday morning at 9:03, Alex was surprised to see the Waverly common room full of girls. She'd half expected everyone to blow off her "mandatory" meeting, but maybe everyone had been so bored last night that they were actually grateful for the chance to get together and complain about it. Dining services had dropped off several large boxes of freshly baked bagels and muffins, individual packets of butter and cream cheese, plastic knives, and jugs of orange juice. No coffee, though. Alex could feel her caffeine withdrawal headache already blossoming in her brain.
Most of the other girls were still in their pajamas, as if this was some giant breakfast-in-bed treat. It was funny, but Alex didn't even recognize some of them. There were only one or two girls actually dressed. One of them was the Girl in Black, as she and Kae always called her—the pretty, quiet girl with curly hair and glowing brown skin, who always carried a book. She was sitting in the window seat now reading a comic book, wearing a black Bob Marley tee and a pair of black jeans. Alex didn't even know she lived in their dorm.
With a sigh, she grabbed an already-cut bagel and a packet of light cream cheese and sat down in an empty armchair in the corner. She couldn't help being in a foul mood. The whole thing was ridiculous—today was St. Lucius's homecoming game, and she was supposed to be in the stands, looking cute and cheering Quincy on and making all the St. Lucius cheerleaders know that they weren't going to be the ones going home with him after the game. It was Quincy's big day, and she wanted to be there for him. She'd almost fucked things up for good between them, with the whole thinking she was in love with Michael fiasco, but now things were good again, and she wanted to prove how much she loved him.
Surprisingly, Jasmine and Robyn were already seated on one of the couches, Jasmine with her legs draped over an arm. She was wearing a tight fitting t-shirt and her red silk pajama bottoms, her blonde hair rumpled with bed-head. Robyn was wearing a white cotton slip and the two girls were whispering in each other's ears, clearly plotting something as usual.
Alex tore off a piece of her bagel and spread some cream cheese on it. "Thanks for coming, everyone. I thought it would be a good idea if we all got together and brainstormed a little about this ... um ... ridiculous essay bullshit." Oops. Alex wanted to sound professional, but she couldn't help letting her bitterness creep through.
A chorus of voices sprang up. "Keke and I had passes to go into the city today." Sevyn's face sported a victimized expression. "There's a trunk show at Barneys, and we've been planning this for, like, ever. Maybe I can write about that?"
"Yeah, like Marymount's going to give a shit that you didn't get the hot new minidress of the season," Teyana scoffed as she picked at her banana nut muffin, clearly miffed that she wasn't invited on the Barneys excursion.
Debbie Mitchell, her thick hair pulled into two ponytails, raised her hand tentatively. Alex said patiently, "You don't need to raise your hand, Debbie. We can all just speak up here."
