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call. "Do not try to foist your eating disorder off on the rest of us." Maria rolled her eyes and slumped back in her chair. "I'll have a turkey burger and fries," Lexa told the waiter.
"Ooh, me too!" Ariana said.
"I'll stick with the salad," Soomie told him.
"Okay. Let me know if you need anything else, ladies," the waiter said with a grin. Soomie eyed him from behind as he turned and pushed through the doors to the kitchen.
"Checking out the merchandise, Soom?" Maria joked.
"I don't think he's on the menu," Ariana added, earning a laugh from her friends.
Soomie blushed as she turned around again. She checked her BlackBerry quickly, then placed it next to her silverware on the table. With both hands she smoothed her already sleek black hair, then cleared her throat.
"He kind of looks like Jasper, don't you think?" she said, ducking her chin toward the table with a giddy smile.
Ariana's stomach twisted tightly. She toyed with her water glass, spinning it in a circle, and tried to look casual. She knew what was coming next.
"Have you had a chance to talk to him yet?" Soomie asked.
"Not yet," Ariana said, wincing.
Soomie's face fell, and she sat back hard in her chair. "Oh."
"I'm sorry, Soomie. It's just been a crazy few days with my grandmother and dealing with the car delivery people this morning and everything," Ariana said in a rush. "I feel like I've barely even been in class."
"It's okay," Soomie said. "It's just . . . the ball is next weekend."
"I know," Ariana said, guilt weighing down on her shoulders. "I'm sorry. I'll talk to him, I promise."
As the other girls turned the conversation back to their many purchases, Ariana leaned back in her chair and sipped her water, trying to figure out why, exactly, she was so hesitant to talk to Jasper for Soomie. She didn't begrudge Soomie a boyfriend. It was just . . . if Jasper started going out with one of her best friends, the casual flirting would stop. It would have to. Which would kind of suck.
Stop it, Ariana. You can't keep all the boys for yourself, she told herself, shaking her head slightly.
The bell over the door pinged, and Ariana automatically looked up. Walking through the door were three girls in Georgetown windbreakers, their hair back in sporty ponytails. For a whole ten seconds Ariana's heart stopped. Stopped until she could see the face on the third girl, which was blocked by her friends. Finally, one of them laughed, turning to the side to whack her friend on the arm, and the third girl was revealed.
Revealed to not be Reed Brennan.
Ariana breathed in, long and slow.
"Maybe I should ask him to be my date for the ball," Soomie was saying, when Ariana tuned in again. "Not that we need dates, but still--"
And just like that, Ariana couldn't wait to get the hell out of the caf�.
Maybe she wasn't a linger-all-night type of girl after all. For the welcoming dinner that Friday night, the vast ballroom in Pryce Hall was tastefully decorated with floral arrangements in autumn colors, and a welcome banner was strung across the widest part of the room, reading simply, welcome, parents! in silver glitter. A string quartet played in the corner farthest from the tables, and waiters in shirts and ties circulated the room, offering traditional hors d'oeuvres like salmon en croute and mini spring rolls. Ariana sighed, her arms folded behind her blue wrap dress as she attempted to focus on the conversation between Palmer's mother and Lexa's father. But she was too busy wondering why Lexa was so late. Earlier that afternoon she'd told Ariana she had an errand to run and would meet them here at seven, but it was now almost eight o'clock.
Just to make matters worse, the subject of the conversation couldn't have been more boring. If Ariana heard the words "filibuster" or "amendment" one more time, she was going to start yawning unattractively. In fact, across the circle, Maria was doing just that as Soomie checked her watch. Both
"Ooh, me too!" Ariana said.
"I'll stick with the salad," Soomie told him.
"Okay. Let me know if you need anything else, ladies," the waiter said with a grin. Soomie eyed him from behind as he turned and pushed through the doors to the kitchen.
"Checking out the merchandise, Soom?" Maria joked.
"I don't think he's on the menu," Ariana added, earning a laugh from her friends.
Soomie blushed as she turned around again. She checked her BlackBerry quickly, then placed it next to her silverware on the table. With both hands she smoothed her already sleek black hair, then cleared her throat.
"He kind of looks like Jasper, don't you think?" she said, ducking her chin toward the table with a giddy smile.
Ariana's stomach twisted tightly. She toyed with her water glass, spinning it in a circle, and tried to look casual. She knew what was coming next.
"Have you had a chance to talk to him yet?" Soomie asked.
"Not yet," Ariana said, wincing.
Soomie's face fell, and she sat back hard in her chair. "Oh."
"I'm sorry, Soomie. It's just been a crazy few days with my grandmother and dealing with the car delivery people this morning and everything," Ariana said in a rush. "I feel like I've barely even been in class."
"It's okay," Soomie said. "It's just . . . the ball is next weekend."
"I know," Ariana said, guilt weighing down on her shoulders. "I'm sorry. I'll talk to him, I promise."
As the other girls turned the conversation back to their many purchases, Ariana leaned back in her chair and sipped her water, trying to figure out why, exactly, she was so hesitant to talk to Jasper for Soomie. She didn't begrudge Soomie a boyfriend. It was just . . . if Jasper started going out with one of her best friends, the casual flirting would stop. It would have to. Which would kind of suck.
Stop it, Ariana. You can't keep all the boys for yourself, she told herself, shaking her head slightly.
The bell over the door pinged, and Ariana automatically looked up. Walking through the door were three girls in Georgetown windbreakers, their hair back in sporty ponytails. For a whole ten seconds Ariana's heart stopped. Stopped until she could see the face on the third girl, which was blocked by her friends. Finally, one of them laughed, turning to the side to whack her friend on the arm, and the third girl was revealed.
Revealed to not be Reed Brennan.
Ariana breathed in, long and slow.
"Maybe I should ask him to be my date for the ball," Soomie was saying, when Ariana tuned in again. "Not that we need dates, but still--"
And just like that, Ariana couldn't wait to get the hell out of the caf�.
Maybe she wasn't a linger-all-night type of girl after all. For the welcoming dinner that Friday night, the vast ballroom in Pryce Hall was tastefully decorated with floral arrangements in autumn colors, and a welcome banner was strung across the widest part of the room, reading simply, welcome, parents! in silver glitter. A string quartet played in the corner farthest from the tables, and waiters in shirts and ties circulated the room, offering traditional hors d'oeuvres like salmon en croute and mini spring rolls. Ariana sighed, her arms folded behind her blue wrap dress as she attempted to focus on the conversation between Palmer's mother and Lexa's father. But she was too busy wondering why Lexa was so late. Earlier that afternoon she'd told Ariana she had an errand to run and would meet them here at seven, but it was now almost eight o'clock.
Just to make matters worse, the subject of the conversation couldn't have been more boring. If Ariana heard the words "filibuster" or "amendment" one more time, she was going to start yawning unattractively. In fact, across the circle, Maria was doing just that as Soomie checked her watch. Both
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