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better.” He kissed her back, a little harder. “And I like it when you call me ‘sweetheart.’” It came out
sweet-haht,
in Jeremiah’s raw Boston accent. How could she ever have gotten tired of it? It sounded so exotic to her now and even sexier when she thought that this was the way that John F. Kennedy had sounded. Ooh. Kennedys. Jeremiah was practically cut from the same cloth—well, without all the sex and drug scandals. His family was much too sane for that.
    “Hey.” She pushed his getting-a-little-long reddish brown hair behind his ear. “What are the plans for this weekend?”
    “Oh, baby!” Jeremiah moved his hands from his head and rubbed them together over his chest. “It’s gonna be awesome. First, we’re going to kick Millford’s asses at homecoming, then we’re going to party like rock-stars.”
Rock stabs.
    “Rock stars, huh?” Brett grinned. Sounded like fun. She had been studying hard lately, and it felt good to be thinking about another party. She hadn’t been sad to miss the bash at the Ritz-Bradley the other weekend after Tinsley kicked her out of her exclusive girls’ club. She’d had much more fun hanging out with Jenny, and, of course, Jeremiah when he snuck into Dumbarton. But ever since the forced room swap, sharing a room exclusively with her former BFF Tinsley Carmichael had caused Brett to do a lot more homework than she normally would. At first, she’d tried to avoid the room as much as possible, spending her evenings in the library, but then she’d realized that meant Tinsley won. And so she started doing her homework in the dorm room with Tinsley, both of them completely ignoring each other. It was slightly fucked up, but Brett wasn’t about to cave. After all, Tinsley had stolen Mr. Dalton right out from under her. Sure, it ended up being a blessing in disguise. But deliberately stealing your friend’s crush was totally traitorous behavior that deserved a grave punishment.
    St. Lucius’s homecoming weekend sounded like the perfect opportunity to let loose. “I could get into that.”
    “Of course you could,” Jeremiah agreed. “You’ll be the hottest one there.”
    He was so sweet. She planted another kiss on him. “I guess I’d better start planning my outfit, then.” Brett was psyched to get the chance to meet some of Jeremiah’s friends. Maybe she could even set Callie up with one of them. Whoa, what was she thinking?
Callie
was barely speaking to her anymore either. Brett had clearly been branded a traitor for being friends with Jenny. Tinsley’s friendship she could do without—ever since she’d come back from South Africa that fall, she’d been intolerable. Nastier and even more aloof, if that was possible. But it felt funny not being close to Callie anymore. She missed hearing her babble in her sleep. Sometimes she’d even have whole conversations with herself. The room was just too quiet without her.
    “How do you feel about having dinner with my parents?” Jeremiah looked sheepish, as if there was no way Brett could be expected to bear such a burden.
    “Are you kidding?” she practically squealed, sitting up. “I love your family.” Maybe she’d wear the new dual-strand fresh-water pearl rope necklace she’d found at Pimpernel’s—though it was usually a little too chichi for Brett’s more eccentric taste, she’d had a desperate shopping craving last week and had dragged Jenny to the boutique. They’d tried on overpriced dresses they weren’t planning on buying and ignored the scowls from the blond saleswoman who clearly did not appreciate the business of Waverly Owls—except the ones like Callie, who had charge accounts there. Pearls were not normally Brett’s thing, a little too debutante for her, but these were funky and oddly shaped, and she could imagine someone like Sienna Miller tossing them around her neck to liven up any boring old black dress. They were actually just right for dinner with the Mortimers, who themselves