小说园

第25部分（第4页）

She　extracted　her　laminated　campus　map　from　her

bought…on…the…street…outside…of…Bloomingdales…but…looked…just…like…Serena？s　imitation　Louis

Vuitton　Calla　Lily　bag。　The　school？s　ivy…covered　old　brick　buildings　were　right　out　of　an

Abercrombie　&　Fitch　catalog；　but　Jenny　was　disappointed　not　to　see　any　gorgeous；　half…naked；

sun…dappled　boys　playing　Frisbee　out　on　the　lawns。　Riley；　the　girls？　dormitory　where　she？d

arranged　to　meet　her　host；　was　on　the　other　side　of　the　parking　lot；　perched　on　top　of　a　grassy

hillock。　It　was　a　gorgeous　summer　day；　and　the　air　smelled　like　fresh…cut　grass。

？I　already　love　it　here；？　Jenny　whispered；　her　skin　tingling　with　excitement。　Her　whole　life　was

about　to　change。　No　more　uniforms。　No　more　bitchy；　cliquey　girls　who　would　spend　hours

dissecting　a　girl？s　choice　of　mauve　lip　gloss　over　pink。　No　more　being　known　only　for　her

excellent　calligraphy；　her　overhyped　Internet　scandal；　or　her　supposedly　pornographic　photo

shoots。　No　more　rumors；　no　more　scandal。

Well；　maybe　that　was　taking　it　a　little　too　far。　There　was　nothing　wrong　with　a　little　scandal。　It

was　just　that　at　a　boarding　school　like　Hanover；　the　bar　for　scandal　would　be　considerably　higher。

Jenny？s　host；　Fiona　Castagnoli；　was　waiting　for　her　outside　the　door　to　Riley。　Fiona　looked　like　a

forty…five…year…old　soccer　mom？short　and　pudgy；　in　a　coral…pink…and…white　striped　J。Crew　oxford

shirt　tucked　into　stone…colored　L。L。　Bean　Bermuda　shorts。　Her　white　socks　were　folded　neatly　at

the　ankle；　and　her　white…on…white　Reebok　sneakers　were　brand…spanking…new。　？Jennifer？？　she

asked　eagerly；　her　supercurly；　tight　auburn　ponytail　bouncing　between　her　shoulder　blades。　？We

have　to　hurry。　I？m　taking　you　to　study　hall　and　we？re　already　five　minutes　late！？

Fiona　was　lugging　a　lime　green　Lands？　End　backpack　with　every　book　she　owned　in　it。　Jenny

blinked　at　her。　When　she？d　thought　about　ing　to　visit　Hanover；　she？d　imagined　hanging　out　in

a　dorm　room　with　chic　skinny　blond　girls；　drinking　vodka　gimlets　and　flirting　with　boys　smoking

pipes；　their　school　neckties　flopping　loosely　against　their　tanned　bare　chests。　？If　you　have　lots　of

work　to　do　I　could；　like；　hang　out　here　and　wait　for　you；？　she　offered。

？Oh；　could　you？？　Fiona　cried。　She　seemed　immensely　relieved。　？You　see；　it？s　finals　week　next

week；　and　I　have　forty…seven　Spanish　irregulars　to　study　and　thirteen　proofs　to　do　for　geometry。？

Jenny　peered　inside　the　open　door。　A　few　girls　lounged　in　leather　armchairs　in　the

crystal…chandeliered　mon　room　reading　magazines　and　listening　to　their　iPod　minis。　Jenny

recognized　a　red…and…white　rose…patterned　Marc　Jacobs　top　on　one　of　them。　And　one　girl　was

wearing　the　pair　of　gold　Belle　by　Sigerson　Morrison　flats　she？d　coveted　all　spring　but　had　never

saved　up　enough　to　buy。　They　looked　exactly　like　the　types　of　girls　she　would　have　wanted　to　be

friends　with。　All　that　was　missing　were　the　boys　with　the　pipes　and　the　vodka。

？I？ll　stay　here；？　she　told　Fiona　firmly。

？Okay。？　Fiona　hitched　her　ugly　green　backpack　up　on　her　shoulder。　？I？ll　e　back　and　get　you

in；　like；　an　hour　and　ten。　We　can　get　bagels　in　the　caf？　an