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other.
    “Yeah. Waverly had me down as a guy.”
    Brandon had a pretty good idea what Heath was thinking right then:
With tits like those, you certainly don’t look like a guy
. God, his friends annoyed him sometimes. “I’m Brandon.” He offered his hand politely, stepping in front of Heath.
    Jenny tugged at her skirt. “Hello.” She felt a little flustered. Of the seven boys who were milling around the lounge with their stuff, she’d picked out the two cutest. Brandon was gorgeous, with his flawless skin, perfect dark gold hair, and long, luxurious eyelashes, but he was prettier than she was! Jenny liked boys who looked a bit rougher and messier, like the one sitting behind Brandon, whose dirty blond hair was slightly greasy and whose Kelly green oxford shirt looked slept in. She stared at him again, realizing that he was the boy who’d given her the ride up the hill. The one who was having the party. Didn’t he recognize her?
    “I’m just supposed to wait here until they figure out what to do with me.” She looked directly behind Brandon, trying to jog his hot friend’s memory. “Can I hang out with you?” She tried to keep her voice steady.
New Jenny does not squeak when inviting herself to hang out with hot boarding school boys!
she silently scolded herself, digging her nails into her palms.
    “Sure,” the guy answered, staring directly at her chest.
    “What are you doing here, anyway?” Jenny looked around. “Does everyone have to hang out in the lobby before they get assigned rooms?”
    “Nah, we’re just screwups, so we’re stuck here until they tell us where we can go.” He grinned, whipping a BlackBerry out of his khaki pants pocket.
    Jenny sat down. “What did you do wrong?”
    “Don’t listen to Heath.” Brandon shook his head. “The Waverly teachers are just assholes.”
    Jenny started discreetly wiping the mud off her pink shoes as best she could. “So I’m a little freaked out. Something totally attacked me on my way over here. It was like … a giant flying cat.”
    “Ohhh … That’s a great horned owl,” Brandon explained. “They’re all over the campus. Someone donated a pair of them like a hundred years ago and they spawned. But even though they practically kill kids all the time, the horned owl is our mascot. I guess it’s, like, Waverly tradition to have them around.”
    “They crap all over the place,” Heath added.
    “Oh, I like traditions,” Jenny exclaimed quickly. “But the thing swooped for me like it didn’t want to miss!”
    “How
could
it miss?” Heath muttered, typing on his BlackBerry. He looked straight at Jenny’s boobs again. Old Jenny would have been embarrassed, she thought, but not New Jenny. She would call him out.
    “Is there something wrong?” she asked politely, folding her hands in her lap.
    Heath smiled wryly, then cocked his head. “Wait a sec.” He stopped. “You said you were from the city? As in, New York?”
    “Yes. The Upper West Side.”
    Heath’s eyes lit up like a slot machine. “Have you heard of a club called Hen Party?”
    Jenny furrowed her eyebrows. “No …”
    “Maybe I’ll take you some time.”
    “Inappropriate,” Brandon muttered. Hen Party was some strip club in Manhattan everyone was suddenly talking about. He looked from Heath to the new girl. They seemed to be in some sort of force-field staring contest with each other. She looked smitten, but whatever. Heath might be Brandon’s friend, but he was the human version of a Monet—he only looked good from afar. Close up, once you got to know him, he was pretty … well, ridiculous.
Just wait until you find out that he has a bad toenail-clipping habit
, Brandon thought, gritting his teeth.
Just wait until you find out he gossips more than a girl. Just wait until you find out the girls call him Pony behind his back, because everybody has taken a ride
.
    The staring contest continued. Then a little high-pitched noise rang out, and Heath’s attention