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Authors: Mitzi Miller
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love them,â Sydney chided as she stopped to scoop up Pork.
âBetween you and me, sometimes more than Marcus,â Althena joked as she closed the door securely behind her.
âSpeaking of which, is your son home from the Boys Club movie night?â
âUm, I think the movie night was canceled because of some Jewish holiday this week. Heâs at some study group thing or the other. But we spoke about fifteen minutes ago and he should be home shortly.â
âGreat, then I can surprise him after all. Mind if I wait?â
âOf course not, dear. Go ahead to his room. If you guysdecide to stay in for a late dinner or even just dessert, be sure to let Belinda know.â
âThanks, Ms. Green,â Sydney said, placing the squirming Pork down. She started up the wide wooden staircase.
âIf you need anything, just give me a holler, ya hear?â
âYes, maâam.â
The soft scent of Marcusâs Marc Jacobs cologne enveloped Sydney as soon as she stepped into his room. She closed her eyes as the fragrance brought back warm memories of the two of them cuddled up, then she gently fingered a framed photo of them from last yearâs spring formal. The twists that Toni, Mrs. Dukeâs personal hairdresser, had put in Sydneyâs hair for the occasion complemented Marcusâs freshly touched-up locs even better than she remembered. But Sydney was most thankful that half of her big butt was blocked from the cameraâs view by Marcusâs towering frame.
Next her glance fell upon the open MacBook right in front of her. Hmm. She softly pressed the âonâ button and the screen reopened to the AOL homepage.
She took a quick look behind her to ensure that the door was completely closed. Once Sydney was sure the coast was clear, she scrolled down the Web site history log.
Letâs see: a Google search for Princeton; youngrichandtriflin.com; myspace.com; facebook.com; lots of youtube.com; nothing too out of the ordinary. Sydney clicked on his inbox to see whom heâd been e-mailing. Hmm. There was afantasy football newsletter; a quick note from his boy, mikeyd2008, about some march in DC; and an alert from YRT about the latest student-body scandal. Finding nothing remarkable in the first ten, Sydney decided to check the trash folder when an unfamiliar address caught her attention. Who was misskitty80? As she sorted by sender, Sydney noticed at least twenty or more e-mails from the unfamiliar user ID in the trash. Sydney opened an e-mail from Thursday night:
Hey babe just got home. SUCH a long dayâ¦Sorry I missed you before lunch, I was running late. But by the time I got to the cafeteria, you were already eating. Itâs so weird for me now when I see you with her. Oh, well. Canât wait for our next âstudy session.â X and Os, Dara
Did Dara just refer to my boyfriend as âbabeâ? Sydney scanned through all the others; every single one of them was as personal as the last. In all the discussions about his difficult class load, Marcus never once mentioned having classes with Dara, let alone her being his study partner. And exactly what did she mean by âitâs so weird for me now â? Just then, she heard the sound of a car pulling up into the driveway. Sydney quickly closed the e-mail and shut down the site. She rushed over to the window and stood behind the curtain.
Wait a minuteâwhy did that cherry-red Audi look so familiar? Sydney moved slightly to get a better view of the driver of the car in the dim driveway light. It was Dara! What the hell was her sisterâs best friend doing driving Marcus home? How much damn studying were they doing together?
While Sydney stood there struggling to figure it out, Marcus leaned over and gave Dara a quick peck on the cheek. He jumped out, waved good-bye, and headed inside. She could hear him call out in greeting to his mom and even Belinda, the housekeeper, as he stomped up the
âBetween you and me, sometimes more than Marcus,â Althena joked as she closed the door securely behind her.
âSpeaking of which, is your son home from the Boys Club movie night?â
âUm, I think the movie night was canceled because of some Jewish holiday this week. Heâs at some study group thing or the other. But we spoke about fifteen minutes ago and he should be home shortly.â
âGreat, then I can surprise him after all. Mind if I wait?â
âOf course not, dear. Go ahead to his room. If you guysdecide to stay in for a late dinner or even just dessert, be sure to let Belinda know.â
âThanks, Ms. Green,â Sydney said, placing the squirming Pork down. She started up the wide wooden staircase.
âIf you need anything, just give me a holler, ya hear?â
âYes, maâam.â
The soft scent of Marcusâs Marc Jacobs cologne enveloped Sydney as soon as she stepped into his room. She closed her eyes as the fragrance brought back warm memories of the two of them cuddled up, then she gently fingered a framed photo of them from last yearâs spring formal. The twists that Toni, Mrs. Dukeâs personal hairdresser, had put in Sydneyâs hair for the occasion complemented Marcusâs freshly touched-up locs even better than she remembered. But Sydney was most thankful that half of her big butt was blocked from the cameraâs view by Marcusâs towering frame.
Next her glance fell upon the open MacBook right in front of her. Hmm. She softly pressed the âonâ button and the screen reopened to the AOL homepage.
She took a quick look behind her to ensure that the door was completely closed. Once Sydney was sure the coast was clear, she scrolled down the Web site history log.
Letâs see: a Google search for Princeton; youngrichandtriflin.com; myspace.com; facebook.com; lots of youtube.com; nothing too out of the ordinary. Sydney clicked on his inbox to see whom heâd been e-mailing. Hmm. There was afantasy football newsletter; a quick note from his boy, mikeyd2008, about some march in DC; and an alert from YRT about the latest student-body scandal. Finding nothing remarkable in the first ten, Sydney decided to check the trash folder when an unfamiliar address caught her attention. Who was misskitty80? As she sorted by sender, Sydney noticed at least twenty or more e-mails from the unfamiliar user ID in the trash. Sydney opened an e-mail from Thursday night:
Hey babe just got home. SUCH a long dayâ¦Sorry I missed you before lunch, I was running late. But by the time I got to the cafeteria, you were already eating. Itâs so weird for me now when I see you with her. Oh, well. Canât wait for our next âstudy session.â X and Os, Dara
Did Dara just refer to my boyfriend as âbabeâ? Sydney scanned through all the others; every single one of them was as personal as the last. In all the discussions about his difficult class load, Marcus never once mentioned having classes with Dara, let alone her being his study partner. And exactly what did she mean by âitâs so weird for me now â? Just then, she heard the sound of a car pulling up into the driveway. Sydney quickly closed the e-mail and shut down the site. She rushed over to the window and stood behind the curtain.
Wait a minuteâwhy did that cherry-red Audi look so familiar? Sydney moved slightly to get a better view of the driver of the car in the dim driveway light. It was Dara! What the hell was her sisterâs best friend doing driving Marcus home? How much damn studying were they doing together?
While Sydney stood there struggling to figure it out, Marcus leaned over and gave Dara a quick peck on the cheek. He jumped out, waved good-bye, and headed inside. She could hear him call out in greeting to his mom and even Belinda, the housekeeper, as he stomped up the
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