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were über-classy, with a little off-kilter friskiness to them.
    “You don’t mind?” Jeremiah shifted on the mat, causing Brett to slide closer to him. She certainly didn’t mind
that.
“We can get a good dinner out of them, at least.”
    Brett placed her small, gold-ringed hand on Jeremiah’s and leaned over him. “And then we can go out … and, uh, have a good time.”
    Jeremiah kissed her cheek and let his mouth linger there, so that she could feel the words as he spoke them. “I like the sound of that.”
    He was so adorable. She wanted to jump his bones.
Oh God. Not now,
Brett reminded herself. Her whole body tensed with anticipation. St. Lucius would certainly win their homecoming game, and Brett would stand on the sidelines cheering Jeremiah on, wearing some outfit that would make the St. Lucius girls weep with jealousy. After Jeremiah threw the winning touchdown and the fans rushed the field, she would run across the grass (note: don’t wear spiky heels) and throw her arms around Jeremiah’s padded shoulders, and he would spin her around and give her one of those dramatic, movie-ending kisses. They’d go out to dinner with his family, to St. Lucius’s equivalent of Le Petit Coq, and Brett would dazzle the Mortimers with her knowledge of world affairs (note: browse through some
Newsweeks
at the library), all the while trying not to get too caught up in the sexy, devastating stares Jeremiah would shoot at her from across the table. After cheek-kissing Mr. and Mrs. Mortimer au revoir, she and Jeremiah would go somewhere very private, romantic, and perfect for them to lose their virginity together.
    She snuggled her head into Jeremiah’s shoulder, and as he squeezed her back, she thanked fate and her good sense for not letting her sleep with Mr. Dalton. Jeremiah was the one she had been saving herself for. And she only had to wait a few more days.
    Email Inbox
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Date: Wednesday, October 2, 6:49 p.m.
Subject: Delivery of da goods
Bro,
Thanks for the hook-up—six half-kegs should get the party started right. Remember where you dropped off last time? Go a little farther—the sixth building on the access road is Dumbarton, the lovely ladies’ dorm. I’ll meet you at the back.
Midnight. Whoohoo!!
H
    Instant Message Inbox
HeathFerro: Hey, frosh, remember that favor you owe me? I’m collecting.
JulianMcCafferty: Uh, what favor?
HeathFerro: Not kicking your ass for being a punk-ass freshman!
JulianMcCafferty: Freakin’ hilarious. What do you want?
HeathFerro: It involves picking up a couple of kegs from behind Dumbarton. Maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll be having a moonlight panty party.
JulianMcCafferty: When you put it that way …
HeathFerro: Knew you couldn’t resist. Meet me downstairs at 12, unless it’s past your bedtime?
JulianMcCafferty: I’ll bring my blankie.

5
A WAVERLY OWL IS ALWAYS WILLING TO LEND A HAND TO A FELLOW OWL IN NEED .
    Tinsley Carmichael slid open the first-floor window to her room, cringing when it creaked noisily before realizing she didn’t give a fuck if it was almost midnight and Brett woke up. She glanced over at her roommate’s inert body, buried beneath her funky hot-pink-and-fuchsia Indian print comforter, and almost smiled at how she always slept like she was in a coma. They’d learned to sleep through Callie’s snoring and talking fits.
    Tinsley sighed and eased herself up onto the windowsill, letting one silk-pajamaed leg hang out. She leaned back against the frame and shook a cigarette from her brand-new box of Marlboro Ultra Lights. After another long, tension-filled evening, smoking felt glorious. She was probably one of the only Dumbarton girls awake right now. On her way back from brushing her teeth, she ran into the meek little girl next door—wearing an ugly dark brown terry-cloth bathrobe and carrying a thick black towel over her shoulder. Um, okay. It was like the twelfth time Tinsley had seen