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quickly swerved back to his BlackBerry. Pop! Force field deactivated.
    “
Mister
Jennifer Humphrey,” he muttered again, “from the Upper West Side.” He tapped out a few more lines and threw his BlackBerry back into his bag. Then he stripped off his T-shirt and rubbed his golden-brown, summer-spent-in-Nantucket chiseled torso. “I’m going to take a shower. Wanna come?”
    Jenny opened her mouth to respond, but Heath wheeled around, found a fluffy white bath towel in his duffel bag, and sauntered off to the bathroom.
    Brandon sighed and pulled out his silver Motorola Razr. He scrolled through a few e-mails—just some more welcome-back messages and speculative gossip about what had happened to Tinsley Carmichael. He could sense Jenny watching him and couldn’t help but get all tingly
    “Are we allowed phones?” Jenny asked.
    “Well, no. We can’t talk on them. But everyone texts and IMs on their phones. You just log on to Owlnet and use your Waverly e-mail address, which is just your first and last name, no spaces. It’s a loophole the faculty hasn’t figured out yet.”
    “Shoot. I didn’t bring mine. The manual said no cell phones.”
    “‘Waverly Owls must not use cell phones on campus,’” Brandon recited in a mock-serious voice.
    Jenny giggled. “Yeah. I love all the Waverly Owls stuff.”
    Brandon smiled. “Apparently one of the old Waverly head-masters wrote the manual right after the Roaring Twenties, maybe during, like, Prohibition or something, when manners and good behavior were really important. I guess owls were the mascots back then, too. It’s been adapted for modern times, with cell phones and stuff.”
    “Funny.” Jenny felt herself relax a little. Her cheeks hurt from smiling so much already today.
    “So there’s a party in this lounge tonight. Maybe you wanna come?”
    “A party?” Jenny raised her eyebrows eagerly. “Sure.”
    “I mean, it’ll be pretty casual, but it’s tradition, you know?” Brandon shrugged. He seemed less shy without Heath around.
    Jenny bit her lip, which Brandon found irresistible. She was so fresh-faced and seemed so excited to be there, different from all the cookie-cutter, Fair Isle sweater, Gucci sunglasses, Barbie-goes-to-boarding-school Waverly girls who took it all for granted. Now if only she could stay off the Pony ride before classes even got started… .
    “Well,” Jenny interrupted his interior monologue. “If it’s a tradition, then I’ll have to come. Heath will be there too?”
    Heath slunk through the lounge doorway. His shaggy blond hair was dripping water down his bare chest, and the white bath-towel was tied right under his chiseled hipbones. He wasn’t holding anything except for his BlackBerry, and he smiled at it as he spoke. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

    Instant Message Inbox
    HeathFerro: I already met stripper girl. Twice.
    RyanReynolds: ???
    HeathFerro: Dad gave her a ride to the front office. Then me and Brandon were sitting in Richards and she came in. She plays it cool, though. Real innocent.
    But you can tell she’s naughty.
    RyanReynolds: She snuck into a boys’ dorm already? Did she show you her thong?
    HeathFerro: Not yet …

5
EVEN WHEN PROVOKED , A WAVERLY OWL
SHOULD REMAIN CIVIL TO HER ROOMMATE .

    “Mom, can you please tell Raoul that he doesn’t have to come into the dorm with me? This is
embarrassing
.” Brett Messerschmidt tried to balance a cream-colored Chanel quilted purse and a black Jack Spade laptop bag in one hand and a giant Hermès shopping bag in the other while cradling her platinum Nokia against her shoulder. Her parents’ personal assistant, Raoul, who was two hundred sixty pounds and bald, struggled to lift some of her seemingly endless luggage without ripping his black suit. Finally he gave up and took off his jacket, revealing a perspiration-stained white shirt and a mountain of muscles.
    “Honey, you need his help,” her mother cooed in her thick New Jersey accent on the other end