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said. “That’s baby stuff. Up at Yale we go out every night—the key is never to sign up for a class that meets in the morning. Some guy always has a keg going in his dorm suite, but I like the late-night cocktail parties better. There are these secret societies that, like, presidents and major business leaders have belonged to, and they have these elaborate clubhouses that look like Greek temples, and you can’t believe what goes on in there. They’re all sworn to secrecy, but rumors do go around. . . .”
    â€œI’ve already decided I’m going to pledge Skull and Bones when I get up there two years from now,” Spencer said.
    â€œYou totally should,” Ali said. “Then you can tell me all about it.”
    Coco rolled her eyes. “How are you going to get into Yale, Spencer? Your grades don’t even come close to being good enough.”
    â€œWho needs grades?” Spencer said. “My mother is the new governor of New Jersey come January—or have you forgotten? That wouldn’t be like you, Cocopuff, to forget something as important as that. Especially since you’re so crazy about the thought of setting up camp in the governor’s mansion.”
    Ali laughed. “You always were a suck-up, Coco. Come on, Spencer, make a bet or fold your pathetic little hand.”
    â€œI’m in for twenty,” Spencer said. “So have you met any famous people’s kids yet?”
    â€œAre you kidding?” Ali said. “They don’t let you in unless your parents are rich and/or famous or you’re a genius.”
    â€œHow’d you get in, then?” Coco asked, expressing exactly what Haley was thinking but was too polite to say out loud.
    â€œGenius, of course,” Ali said without batting an eyelash. “One of my suitemates, Carlotta, has a pied-à-terre across from the Met on Fifth Avenue. Her mother’s a Spanish duchess or something—they’re related to the Spanish royal family somehow—and she’s never there, so Carlotta brings a gang of us down to the city to party in style all weekend . . . but I swear the best part is that nobody has to know where I am or what I’m doing. I don’t have to check in with Mom or Consuela and lie to them about what I’ve been up to all night. I just love that freedom.”
    â€œWhen do you study?” Haley asked. “I mean, isn’t Yale kind of a tough school? Don’t you have a lot of work to do?”
    â€œWork, shmerk,” Ali said. “Read this, read that . . . you don’t even have to show up to lectures if you don’t feel like it. We get a week before exams to study—I’ll make up all my work then.”
    â€œReally, why waste your time studying?” Spencer said. “You’re young, you’re beautiful—it’s your time to live, baby!”
    â€œOh, Spencer, shut up,” Coco said. “Can we talk about something else, please?”
    â€œLike what, baby sis?” Ali said. “Homecoming? The latest zit creams?” She and Spencer snickered. Haley could feel Coco fuming beside her, probably because Coco’s forehead was showing some signs of stress.
    â€œYou’re hilarious,” Coco snapped.
    Haley decided to change the subject. “Did you guys hear that Reese Highland broke his foot in the soccer game today? He left the field on crutches.”
    â€œYou’re kidding,” Spencer said. He seemed genuinely upset. “He actually broke his foot? Or just sprained something?”
    â€œIt’s broken,” Haley said. “My mother talked to his mother when they got back from the emergency room.”
    â€œThat sucks,” Spencer said. “Does this mean he won’t be playing hoops this year?”
    â€œLooks that way,” Coco said, glad someone had finally snatched her boyfriend’s attention away from her self-centered sister.
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