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shelf at the top of the closet—he was tall. “Padgett.” “Padgett,” she repeated, nodding thoughtfully. Must be one of those family names. “That’s cool.” “Look, don’t get me wrong,” Julian started, scratching his head. “I’m having a good time talking to you and all, but, um, I’m not too crazy about the idea of getting expelled. And you probably don’t want people to think you’re crazy, talking to a broom closet.” “Oh, right.” She giggled. “Let me go do some surveillance.” Jenny closed the door softly and crept down the hall to the lounge. About eight girls were glued to the television, and they weren’t going to move until their show was over, not even for commercials. She whirled around and almost ran straight into Angelica Pardee as she came out of the bathroom in a thick, flowered robe that looked like something from her grandmother’s closet, her hair wound up tightly into a white towel turban. “Hi!” Jenny said brightly, stepping to the side to let her pass.
    “Hi, Jenny.” Pardee nodded, her characteristic look of annoyance spread across her damp face. “Have you noticed that there seems to be low flow in those shower heads?” “No, uh, I hadn’t.” Jenny tried to keep her voice sounding normal, but she could tell from the way Pardee was looking at her that she must sound funny. She’d never won at a game of poker in her life.
    “All right.” Pardee sighed and headed back toward her apartment at the end of the hall. “I guess I’ll have to talk to buildings and grounds about that too.” Her flip-flops thwacked against the polished mahogany wood floor, leaving a trail of wet footprints in her wake. At least she hadn’t noticed the muddy leaves. Jenny waited until she heard Pardee’s door lock before she threw open the closet door.
    “Quick! Pardee’s getting dressed right now, so it’s the perfect chance.” “You’re sure it’s safe?” Julian asked nervously, peeking out into the hallway. “I’m kind of getting used to it in here.” Jenny giggled again and grabbed his arm, tugging him down the hall. Her heart raced and she felt like she was playing hide-and-seek. “Just stop talking!” she whispered, slowing down when they approached Pardee’s door. The two of them tiptoed past it, then toward the back door. Jenny didn’t breathe again until the door was open, and Julian was standing on the grass outside.
    “There,” she whispered firmly. “Now, get out of here!” She tried to sound stern but a smile crept into her voice.
    Julian exaggeratedly wiped the back of his hand across his forehead. “My guardian angel. You saved my life.” “Fine. You owe me one.” Jenny made a shooing gesture with her hands. “I’ll keep looking for your lighter, Padgett.” Julian gave her a funny smile that she couldn’t really decipher. “See you around,” he said finally, and then disappeared into the moonless night.
    Jenny stood in the doorway by herself for a moment, taking a deep breath of autumn air before bursting into laughter. Her relationship with Easy might be on its last gasp, but suddenly it seemed other boys might breathe some life into Waverly too.
    Instant Message Inbox
JulianMcCafferty: Hey, where’d you go?
TinsleyCarmichael: Ohmigod, are you out? I forgot all about you.
JulianMcCafferty: I kind of noticed.
TinsleyCarmichael: Sorry ’bout that—something came up. I’ll make it up to you.
JulianMcCafferty: Yeah? How?
TinsleyCarmichael: I’ll see you tomorrow. We can fi nish what we started.
JulianMcCafferty: Think about the ways in which you can apologize.
TinsleyCarmichael: I’m thinking… .

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PRIVATE OWL CONVERSATIONS SHOULD HAPPEN PRIVATELY . AS IN, NOT IN PUBLIC .

    Unbearably early the next morning, Callie stood in the doorway of her Latin class, willing herself not to fall asleep on her Chloé knee-high-booted feet. The manage to get out of bed on Monday and Wednesday mornings was to set out a new outfit the night before.