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“I have my sources,” she said.
A bus roared up Madison on its way to the Cloisters. On the side of it
was a massive photograph of a belly button. Or was it a gunshot
wound? Scrawled in blue girly writing on the side of the poster was
the name “Serena.”
Vanessa stared after the bus. Was she losing her mind? Or was
Serena really and truly everywhere? Every last bit of her?
“I just don’t think she’s right for us,” Vanessa said, hoping Dan
would come around if she used the word “us.” It was their movie,
not hers.
“Fine,” Dan said coldly.
“So, are you coming out with me and Ruby in Brooklyn on Friday?”
Vanessa asked, eager to change the subject.
“Nah. I don’t think so,” Dan said. “See ya.” He clicked off and
tossed the phone angrily into his black courier bag.
That morning his sister Jenny had stumbled into his room, her eyes
all bloodshot and her hands covered in black ink, and dropped an
invitation to that stupid falcon party on the floor beside his bed.
He’d actually dared to think that since he was going to be Serena’s
costar, he might actually take her to the goddamned party. Now,
that little dream was all shot to hell.
Dan couldn’t believe it. His one chance to get to know Serena was
gone because Vanessa wanted to exercise her artistic license to
make the worst film ever made. It was unbelievable. More
unbelievable still was that Vanessa, queen of the alterna-rebel
scene, had actually stooped to spreading rumors about a girl she
barely knew. Maybe Constance was finally rubbing off on her.
Oh, don’t be a spoilsport. Gossip is sexy. Gossip is good. Not
everybody does it, but everybody should!
A bus stopped at a light right in front of him. First Dan noticed
Serena’s name. It was scrawled in blue, in messy girl’s handwriting
on a giant black-and-white poster of what looked like a rosebud. It
was beautiful.
Jenny was a zombie on Thursday from missing a whole night’s
sleep, but she’d gotten the Kiss on the Lips invitations done, and
now she and Dan each had an invitation of their very own.
She was starving, too, having consumed only a banana and an
orange for dinner the night before. She’d even skipped her morning
chocolate-chip scone. So, at lunch, Jenny wrangled two grilled
cheese sandwiches and two coffee yogurts out of the Constance
lunch ladies and carried her feast out into the cafeteria, hunting for
a seat at a quiet table. While she ate, she had to make up the
homework she’d skipped last night.