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interested in anyone else. After all, there was only one Madison Macallister, and everyone wanted her. It would only be a matter of time before she had Drew back just where she wanted him—and then she could decide what to do next. She looked at her overstuffed closet, wondering what to wear. She needed an outfit that would make him drop to his knees when she walked through the door. A flounce of blue-and- white tropical- printed silk caught her eye. She was still mad at Drew, of course, but that didn’t mean that she had to punish her new Tracey Feith sundress, did it?
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    Sophie St. John s tared into the enor mous Viking refr ig -
    erator in her parents’ apartment in The Bramford, completely and utterly confused. She could’ve sworn that she had a leftover spicy tuna roll from Nobu in here yesterday. Their maid, Mar-guerite, had left Sophie her usual daily snack of chilled raw carrots and celery sticks on a white Spode dinner plate. But Sophie didn’t want carrots—she wanted a spicy tuna roll. Ever since Madison had embarked on her turn- Sophie- into- Nicole Richie plan, she’d been trying to lose five pounds—not that it was going very well with all the mojitos she’d drank today.
    Where the hell was that spicy tuna roll, anyway? Sophie kicked off her pink Coach flip- flops and flexed her bare feet on the cool, Mexican- tiled floor. She leaned over and rummaged in T H E E L I T E
    the back of the fridge, digging behind some moldy lettuce.
    She was going to go seriously psychotic if she didn’t find that sushi.
    “Find anything interesting?”
    Sophie turned around to face her older (by one year—not that he ever stopped yakking about it) brother, Jared, who had entered the kitchen wearing green Billabong board shorts and a black T-shirt. Jared had the body of a swimmer—all tanned flesh and lean muscle, and was forever planning complicated surfing expeditions to Hawaii or the Great Barrier Reef in Australia. He already had plans to move out to Southern California next year so he could surf full- time. And considering that he just got kicked out of Exeter at the start of his se nior year, it seemed as good an option as any. Not that anyone was talking about it.
    Her parents—and Jared for that matter—had been decidedly tight- lipped about the details surrounding his expulsion. All Sophie knew was that for the last two years she’d basically had the run of their im mense apartment, and now that Jared was back, not only did he always seem to be home, but to add insult to injury, her food also began disappearing on a regular basis—
    something that really annoyed her. Despite her size- two figure, or maybe because of it, the one thing Sophie really loved was her food. Steal it and you were going to pay—big- time.
    Sophie rolled her eyes as she took in her brother’s greasy hair and rumpled, dirty clothes. Jared was truly the king of multislacking, and, as a result he’d perfected the fine art of whiling his days away surfing the Web, watching random TV
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    time. His greasy dark hair fell over one blue eye, and Sophie noticed immediately that he was chewing on something that smelled suspiciously fishy.
    Sophie stood up, hands on her hips, her cheeks flushed with two burning circles of red. “That better not be my spicy tuna roll you’re stuffing in your face!”
    Jared swallowed hard, his full, red lips stretching into a grin.
    “First come,” he said, flopping down on one of the supremely uncomfortable wooden chairs their mother had insisted on, and put his tanned, bare feet up on the shiny oak dining table, “first served.” Jared smiled, placing his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair. Just looking at his smug, self- satisfied face made Sophie want to punch him—so she did just that.
    “Ow!” Jared yelled after her fist had made contact with his washboard abs,