It Girl | Chapter 37 of 52

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Brandon was cutting across Dumbarton’s sprawling lawn toward Richards when he saw a girl in a flapper-style green dress smoking a cigarette and kicking her legs in the air like a Rockette.

“Hey, sweetie!” she called. “Come dance with me.”

Brandon walked over and squinted in the light. It was Callie. Was she trashed? “Hey,” he called out.

As soon as he got closer, she lunged at him and buried her face in his neck.

She smelled of fruit punch and cigarettes and that fresh chamomile shampoo she always used. Brandon felt a shudder run through him. Smelling Callie’s hair conjured up memories of last year. They’d undressed each other under a quilt in the common room late one night and spelled out sexy messages on each other’s bare stomachs. She looked up at him with giant, watery eyes.

“Brandon. Hiiiii.

That’s when he got a whiff of her breath. “Whoa.” She was definitely trashed. “You drink the whole bottle yourself?”

Callie righted herself and smiled. “I’m cool,” she cooed. “Want some of my cigarette?”

“No, thanks.”

Callie shrugged and stuck it back in her mouth. “So listen,” she slurred, running her long, manicured fingernails up and down his bare arm. “Why were you so mean to me after bio class yesterday?”

In the porch light, Brandon could see little goosebumps on her bare, creamy legs. “About Easy and Jenny? I was telling the truth.”

“No, you weren’t,” she teased, tipsily touching his nose. “Nobody’s stealing anybody away from me. I’m behind the whole thing.”

Brandon scowled. “No, Callie. Jenny likes him. They like each other.”

Callie giggled. “That’s because I told them to like each other.”


“I told them to like each other.” She covered her mouth and giggled. “Oops. That was supposed to be a secret.”

Brandon shook his head. “But Jenny does like him. And he likes her.”

“That’s what they’d like you to believe!” Callie yelled, and then covered her mouth. “Get it?” she slurred more quietly and broke into a goofy grin. “They’re faking it so that I won’t get in trouble for having Easy in my room!”

Brandon stood back and thought for a moment. Yesterday in the quad, Jenny had sounded way too genuine to be faking it. “And they both went along with this?”


“Jenny too?”

“Sure. Jenny’s cool.” Callie flicked the ash off her cigarette, but she was so drunk that it landed right on her big toe, blackening it.

Brandon shook his head. He looked at Callie, who, though hammered, looked as if she’d been secretly crying in the girls’ bathroom for hours. He wanted to cradle her and rock her to sleep.

“I mean, you’d flirt with another girl if I asked you to, wouldn’t you?” she asked, slurring her words.

“Uh . . .no?” Brandon stuck his hands in his pockets.

She looked down, frustrated. “You wouldn’t?”

Brandon lowered his eyes. “If I were going out with you, I wouldn’t even look at another girl.”

“Oh, Brandon,” she sighed. “You’re so cheesy.”

Funny. He thought girls liked romance.

She snapped her fingers, brightening. “Hey! So what do you think about Brett sleeping with that Mr. Dalton guy?”

“What? I hadn’t heard that.”

Callie threw both her hands over her mouth and then slowly removed them. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. . . .” She bit her lip. “Oops.”

“It’s, like, public news?” Brandon hadn’t really met Mr. Dalton except at chapel the first day, but it seemed highly sleazy for a teacher to hit on a student, let alone sleep with one.

“I don’t know.” She looked down at the grass. “I didn’t know, but Brett doesn’t tell me anything anymore, so . . .” She trailed off.

Brandon wasn’t sure, but it seemed like she was about to burst into tears.

“Hey . . .” He reached his hand out to her. “You okay?”

Suddenly, Callie threw her cigarette into the grass, grabbed Brandon, and gave him a huge, wet kiss on the mouth. At first he resisted, but after tasting her DuWop mint lip gloss, he couldn’t help but melt into her. The kiss felt so good. Warm, soft, and sweet, just like a year ago. He thought of football games wrapped under blankets, the wobbly Metro-North train to the city where she’d fallen asleep in his lap, and playing foot-sie at formal dinner.

But then he pushed her away. He wanted this—he’d dreamed so many times of kissing Callie again—but this, right now, was wrong. All wrong.

“What’s the matter?” Callie shrieked drunkenly, staggering backwards.

“You’re really wasted.” Brandon shook his head. “We shouldn’t do this . . . now.”

“I’ll tell you a secret,” she whispered, leaning into him. “Easy and I had a big fight. I think we might be oooooover.”

He paused for a long time. Again, he’d waited forever to hear those words. But no, not now. Not like this. Brandon knew he was cheesy, but that was because he was a romantic. And fooling around with the girl he loved while she was shitfaced and on the rebound was totally fucking dumb. “That’s . . . whatever.” He pulled away from her.

“Come on,” Callie called. “Don’t you want to have sex with me?”

“You’re drunk. You should sleep this off.”

And just like that, he wiped his mouth off and walked away.


BennyCunningham: Hey. Did u send her the cheer words yet?

CallieVernon: Not yet.

BennyCunningham: Well, do it!

CallieVernon: I will. Hey, what cheer are the rest of us doing?

BennyCunningham: I dunno. What about “Be Aggressive”?

CallieVernon: K.

BennyCunningham: Don’t forget to send her the cheer, unless you want nippleless bras!


To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Date: Saturday, September 7, 10:05 A.M.

Subject: Cheer

Hey Jenny,

You missed a great party last night. How was your new students’ thing?

Anyway, Benny asked me to send you the words of the cheer. It involves some dancing—sexy! And you sing it to the tune of “Sound Off.” I’m attaching a Word doc of the cheer lyrics here, and I’ll show you the movements in the room, K?

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Great book, nicely written and thank you BooksVooks for uploading

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