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new name for Heath Ferro. He gets more ass than a pony at a country fair.
    CallieVernon: Ew. No way have I hooked up with him. He’s nasty. Have YOU?
    BennyCunningham: Guilty as charged.
    CallieVernon: OMG . When?
    BennyCunningham: Freshman year. We made out in the Stansfield Hall coatroom. Never again. Totally gross.
    CallieVernon: Not to change the subject, but has anyone told you Easy and I broke up?
    BennyCunningham: Umm … maybe.
    CallieVernon: Who?
    BennyCunningham: Can’t remember. Gotta go to predinner prep!
    CallieVernon: Because it’s not true.
    CallieVernon: Seriously.
    CallieVernon: U still there?

6
IF IT WILL IMPRESS HER ROOMMATES ,
A WAVERLY OWL MAY DISH HER OWN DIRT .

    “I’m looking for Jennifer Humphrey.” A thin, birdlike girl with a British accent and stringy blond hair stood twitching in front of Brandon and Jenny, just inside the door to Richards’ lounge. She wore a plain white sleeveless cotton turtleneck with a little triangular crest over the pocket and very suburban-mom-looking khakis, the kind that cinch around your waist and make your ass look huge. “I guess that would be you.”
    “Yes,” Jenny half-squeaked, trying to keep the eagerness out of her voice.
    “I’m Yvonne Stidder.” The girl stuck her hand out. She had a flimsy handshake and acne on her chin. “I’m a mentor to new students. We found you a room.”
    Brandon raised his eyebrows at Jenny and started to get up. “It was nice meeting you, Jenny.”
    “You too.” Jenny hefted her pink L.L. Bean duffels onto her shoulder. “I’ll see you tonight,” she whispered when Yvonne had turned her back.
    “I’m so sorry we kept you waiting for so long,” Yvonne continued, leading Jenny down the Richards stairwell, past an entryway full of already-moved-in Trek mountain bikes, skate-boards, empty PlayStation boxes, and about a dozen well-used soccer balls.
    “No big deal.” Jenny was thrilled to have hung out with those two cool boys, but she was kind of relieved to be away from them, so she could breathe a little.
    “Normally we aren’t allowed in the boys’ dorms except during visitation hours.” Yvonne gave Jenny a sidelong glance, holding the door open for her. She sneezed as soon as they stepped outside. “Actually, um, that was the first time I’ve ever been in a boys’ dorm. Although of course I know everything about the boys’ dorms. I know all sorts of facts about Waverly if you want to ask me any questions. Anything at all.”
    “Okay. Thanks.” If Yvonne hadn’t seemed like such a dork, Jenny might’ve suspected she was coked up, she talked so fast. “So what dorm am I in?” she asked as they crossed the green. She felt a nervous flutter in her chest. They were going to her new dorm, where she’d live for the whole school year! Where all sorts of amazing things would happen to her! Hopefully.
    “Dumbarton. Over there, see?” Yvonne pointed to a two-story brick building with cutout windows sticking out of the roof at the back of the campus. Beyond it shimmered the Hudson, which looked a lot prettier up here than it did in the city. Jenny could just picture the boys’ crew team gliding effort-lessly across its surface in their sleek sculls, their strong arms bulging as they rowed. “This girl Tinsley Carmichael—she was going to live with Callie Vernon and Brett Messerschmidt, but then she got kicked out, so there’s a free spot. My friend from jazz ensemble, Storm Bathurst, lives next door—”
    “Wait. Did you say Tinsley?” Jenny asked. She recognized that name, but she’d absorbed so much in so little time that she couldn’t remember when or where. “Why’d she get kicked out?”
    Yvonne shoved her round, wire-rimmed glasses further up her nose. She smelled like Vicks VapoRub. “I’m not sure,” she replied flatly. “I don’t like to gossip.”
    “Well, can you tell me
anything
about my new roommates?”
    Yvonne paused. “I don’t know them well. But they’re the girls