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Hot　guys；　new　intrigue；　and　delicious　gossip　add　up　to　more　trouble　than　ever　for　Jenny。　But　if　
getting　caught　with　boys　and　going　up　against　the　Disciplinary　mittee　is　what　it　takes；　
Jenny？s　ready。　She？ll　do　all　that　and　more　to　bee　？　

the　it　girl　

Turn　the　page　for　a　sneak　peek　of　this　scandalous　new　series　created　by　Cecily　von　Ziegesar。　

A　WAVERLY　OWL　DOES　NOT　DISCUSS　HALF…NAKEDNESS　WITH　STRANGERS　

Somebody？s　plaid　Jack　Spade　duffel　slammed　into　Jenny　Humphrey？s　shin　and　jerked　her　out　of　
a　dream。　The　10A。M　。　Amtrak　Empire　Service　to　Rhinecliff；　New　York；　had　stopped　in　


Poughkeepsie；　and　a　tall；　twentyish；　stubbly　chinned　boy　in　dark　brown　square　Paul　Smith　glasses　
and　a　Decemberists　T…shirt　was　standing　over　her。　

？Anybody　sitting　here？？　he　asked。　

？Nope；？　she　responded　groggily；　scooting　over。　He　threw　his　bag　under　the　seat　and　settled　in　
next　to　Jenny。　

The　train　groaned　along　at　about　a　mile　an　hour。　Jenny　sniffed　at　the　stale；　slightly　sweaty　train　
car　air　and　jiggled　her　foot；　thinking　about　how　she　was　going　to　be　super…late　for　check…in　at　
Waverly　Academy。　She　would？ve　been　early　if　her　dad；　Rufus；　had　driven　her　up　here　in　his　blue　
beater　Volvo　wagon？he？d　practically　begged　Jenny　to　let　him？but　Jenny　hadn？t　wanted　her　
unshaven；　peacenik　father　to　drop　her　off　at　her　brand…new；　haute　boarding　school。　Knowing　him；　
he？d　have　tried　to　start　up　an　impromptu　poetry　slam　with　her　new　classmates　and　shown　off　old　
pictures　of　Jenny　when　she　was　a　lame　seventh　grader　and　wore　nothing　but　fluorescent　green　and　
orange　Old　Navy　fleeces。　Um；　no　thanks。　

？Going　to　Waverly？？　the　boy　asked。　He　raised　his　eyebrows　at　theWaverly　Academy　Guide　to　
Ethics　that　sat　unopened　in　Jenny？s　lap。　

Jenny　brushed　a　brown　tendril　out　of　her　eyes。　？Yeah；？　she　answered。　？I？m　starting　there　this　
year。？　She　couldn？t　hide　the　enthusiasm　in　her　voice？she　was　so　excited　to　start　her　brand…new　
boarding　school　that　she　felt　all　jiggly　inside；　like　she　had　to　pee。　

　？Freshman？？　

？Nope。　Sophomore。　I　used　to　go　to　Constance　Billard。　It？s　in　the　city。？　Jenny　was　a　little　pleased　
that　she　had　a　relatively　chic　past　to　refer　to；　or　that　it　at　least　sounded　that　way。　

？So　you　wanted　a　change　of　pace；　or　what？？　He　fiddled　with　the　strap　of　his　worn　leather　
watchband。　

Jenny　shrugged。　This　boy　looked　like　he　was　her　brother　Dan？s　age。　Dan　had　just　taken　off　for　
Evergreen　College　on　the　West　Coast　two　days　ago；　taking　nothing　with　him　except　for　two　duffel　
bags；　his　Mac　G4　laptop；　and　two　cartons　of　cigarettes。　Jenny；　on　the　other　hand；　had　already　
shipped　four　oversize　boxes　and　a　couple　of　giant　duffels　to　Waverly；　and　had　lugged　a　giant　
suitcase　and　an　overstuffed　bag　with　her。　In　her　hyperexcited　preparation　for　boarding　school；　she　
had　practically　bought　out　the　hair；　cosmetics；　and　feminine　products　aisles　at　CVS？who　knew　
what　she？d　need　at　boarding　school！　She？d　also　gone　on　a　buying　spree　at　Club　Monaco；　J。Crew；　
and　Barneys　with　the　credit　card　her　dad　had　lent　her　for　back…to…school　shopping。　？Kinda；？　she　
finally　answered。　

The　truth　was；　she？d　been　asked　to　leave　Constance？apparently　because　she　was　considered　
a　？bad　influence？　on　the　other　girls。　Jenny　hadn？t　thought　she　was　being　a　bad　influence　at　all？she　


was　just　trying　to　have　fun；　like　every　other　girl　at　school。　But　somehow；　all　of　her　moments　of　
extreme　fun　had　also　been　highly　publicized　and　embarrassing：　a　picture　of　her　boobs　in　a　sports　
bra　had　shown　up　in　a　magazine　（she？d　thought　it　was　a　sportswear　model　shoot）；　a　Webcast　of　
her　practically　naked　butt　had　been　spread　around　the　school；　and　she？d　made　some　bad　decisions　
about　which　boys　she　should　make　out　with　at　various　parties？and　of　course　everybody　had　found　
out。　

The　final　straw　had　e　after　Jenny　had　spent　a　night　at　the　Plaza　Hotel　with　her　brother？s　old　
band；　the　Raves。　A　photograph　of　her　leaving　the　Plaza　in　nothing　but　a　fluffy　white　bathrobe　had　
appeared　online　on　Page　Six　the　next　day。　Rumors　had　flown　that　Jenny　was　sleeping　withall　the　
Raves；including　her　brother。　Ew！　Concerned　parents　quickly　called　up　the　Constance　headmistress；　
aflutter　about　Jenny？s　promiscuity。　After　all；　Constance　had　a　reputation　for　excellence　to　uphold！　

Although　Jenny　hadn？t　even　been　withone　Rave；　let　alone　all　of　them；　she　hadn？t　exactly　wanted　
todeny　the　rumor？she　kind　of　loved　that　everyone　was　talking　about　her。　So　as　she？d　sat　with　the　
Constance　Billard　headmistress；　Ms。　McLean；　in　her　patriotic　red；　white；　and　blue　office　back　in　
the　city；　Jenny　had　realized　something　huge：　it　wasn？t　the　end　of　the　world　to　get　kicked　out　of　
Constance。　This　was　her　chance　to　start　over；　to　reinvent　herself　as　the　blunder…free　sophisticate　
she？d　always　wanted　to　be。　And　where　was　the　classiest　place　to　start　over？　Boarding　school；　of　
course。　

Much　to　her　dad？s　chagrin？she　was　pretty　sure　Rufus　wanted　her　to　live　with　him　in　their　Upper　
West　Side　apartment　forever？Jenny　had　rabidly　researched　a　whole　bunch　of　schools　and　toured　a　
few。　The　first　school　had　turned　out　to　have　a　strict　disciplinary　code　and　had　been　too　boring　for　
words。　Within　minutes　of　getting　to　the　second　school；　on　the　other　hand；　she？d　been　offered　
Ecstasy　and　had　taken　her　top　off。　But　just　like　the　third　bed　for　Goldilocks；　the　third　school　that　
Jenny　had　tested；　Waverly；　was　just　right。　

Well；　to　tell　the　truth；　she　hadn？t　actually　visited　Waverly？she？d　run　out　of　time；　applied　way　
past　the　deadline；　and　taken　some　creative　liberties　with　her　application？but　she？d　looked　at　
thousands　of　pictures　online　and　memorized　all　the　building　names　and　campus　maps。　She　was　
certain　it　would　be　perfect。　

？I　used　to　go　to　Waverly？s　rival；？　the　boy　said；　pulling　a　book　out　of　his　bag。　？St。　Lucius。　Our　
school　hated　your　school。？　

？Oh；？　Jenny　replied　quietly；　sinking　into　her　seat。　

？I？m　kidding。？　He　smiled　and　turned　back　to　his　book。　Jenny　noticed　it　was　Henry　
Miller？sTropic　of　Cancer　；　one　of　her　dad？s　favorites。　According　to　Rufus；　it　had　been　banned　
because　it　was　too　right…on　in　its　vicious　social　mentary　about　love　and　sex　in　New　York　City。　
Hello；　sex　scenes。　Jenny　felt　her　cheeks　growing　pink。　

Then　she　realized：　she　was　acting　like　her　old；　unsophisticated　self。　And　one　thing　was　for　sure：　


Old　Jenny　obviously　wasn？t　working　for　her。　

Jenny　studied　the　boy　carefully。　She　didn？t　know　him　and　would　probably　never　see　him　again；　
so　why　did　she　care　what　he　thought　of　her？　At　Waverly；　Jenny　was　going　to　be　stunning；　amazing　
New　Jenny；　the　girl　who　belonged　at　the　center　of　everything。　

So　why　not　bee　New　Jenny　startingright　now？　

Mustering　up　her　courage；　she　uncrossed　her　arms　to　reveal　her　rather　large　double…D　chest；　
which　seemed　even　bigger；　since　she　was　barely　five　feet　tall；　and　sat　up　straight。　？So；　um；　any　
good　parts　in　that　book？？　

The　boy　looked　puzzled；　his　eyes　darting　back　and　forth　from　Jenny？s　innocent　face　to　her　chest　
to　the　worn　paperback？s　cover。　Finally；　he　wrinkled　his　nose　and　answered；　？Maybe。？　

？Will　you　read　some　to　me？？　

The　boy　licked　his　lips。　？Okay。　But　only　if　you　read　me　a　line　from　that　book　you？ve　got　there　
first。？　He　tapped　the　maroon　cover　of　her　belovedWaverly　Academy　Guide　to　Ethics。　

？Sure。？　Jenny　opened　the　rule　book。　She？d　received　it　a　few　weeks　ago　and　had　devoured　it　
cover　to　cover。　She　loved　its　plush　leather　binding；　its　creamy　paper　stock；　and　the　nursery…rhymey；　
slightly　condescending；　slightly　British　style　in　which　it　was　written。　It　sounded　so　wonderfully　
proper　and　upscale；　and　Jenny　was　sure　that　by　the　time　she？d　even　spent　a　few　weeks　at　Waverly；　
she？d　be　as　polished；　graceful；　and　perfect　as　Amanda　Hearst；　the　young　socialite；　or　the　late　
Carolyn　Bessette　Kennedy。　

She　cleared　her　throat。　？Here？s　a　good　one。　？Waverly　Owls　may　not　dance　in　a　sexually　
suggestive　manner　in　public。？？　She　laughed。　Did　that　mean　they　could　dance　in　a　sexually　
suggestive　manner　inprivate？　

？Do　they　really　refer　to　you　as　Waverly　Owls？？　The　boy　leaned　over　to　look　at　the　page。　He　
smelled　like　Ivory　soap。　

？Yes！？　As　she　said　it；　Jenny　grinned。　She；　Jenny　Humphrey；　was　going　to　be　a　Waverly　Owl！　

She　turned　the　page。　？？Waverly　Owls　are　not　permitted　sexual　intimacy。　A　Waverly　Owl　must　not　
engage　in　activities　that　might　be　dangerous；　such　as　jumping　off　the　Richards　Bridge。　A　Waverly　
Owl　does　not　wear　spaghetti　straps　or　miniskirts　above　midthigh。？？　

The　boy　snickered。　？When　they？re　talking　about　a　girl；　shouldn？t　it　be　an　Owlette？？　

Jenny　slammed　the　book　shut。　？Okay。　Now　it？s　your　turn。？　


？Well；　I　just　started；　so　I？ll　read　from　the　beginning。？　The　boy　smirked　and　opened　to　the　first　
page。　？？From　the　very　beginning；　I　have　trained　myself　not　to　want　anything　too　badly。？？　

Funny；　Jenny　thought。　She　had　the　opposite　problem？she　wanted　everythingway　too　badly。　

？？I　was　corrupt；？？　he　continued。　？？Corrupt　from　the　start。？？　

？I？m　corrupt！？　Jenny　blurted　out。　？But　not　from　the　start。？　

Old　Jenny　couldn？t　believe　what　New　Jenny　was　saying。　

？Yeah？？　He　closed　the　book。　？I？m　Sam；　by　the　way。？　

？Jenny。？　She　looked　down　to　see　if　Sam　wanted　her　to　shake　his　hand；　but　it　was　still　wedged　
under　his　leg。　They　both　smiled　awkwardly。　

？So；　does　your　corruptness　have　anything　to　do　with　why　you？re　leaving　New　York　for　boarding　
school？？　Sam　asked。　

？Maybe。？　Jenny　shrugged；　trying　to　be　coy　and　mysterious　at　the　same　time。　

　？Spill。？　

She　let　out　a　sigh。　She　could　admit　the　truth；　butEverybody　thought　I　was　sleeping　with　all　the　
guys　in　this　band；　and　I　didn？t　deny　it　sounded　kind　of　slutty。　Definitely　not　mysterious　or　chic。　So　
instead　she　decided　to　take　some　creative　liberties。　？Well；　I　was　in　a　sort　of　risqu？　fashion　show。？　

Sam？s　eyes　glittered　with　interest。　？What　do　you　mean？？　

She　thought　for　a　moment。　？Well；　for　one　look；　I　just　had　this　bra…and…underwear　set　on。　And　
heels。　I　guess　it　was　a　little　too　much　for　some　people。？　

This　wasn？t　entirely　a　lie。　Jennyhad　modeled　last　year？for　a　Les　Best　spread　inW　magazine。　
Clothed。　But　clothes　didn？t　seem　too　interesting　at　the　moment。　

？Really？？　Sam　cleared　his　throat　and　readjusted　his　glasses。　？Have　you　heard　of　Tinsley　

Carmichael？　You　should　know　her。？　

　？Who？？　

？Tinsley　Carmichael。　She　goes　to　Waverly。　I　go　to　Bard　now；　but　I　met　her　a　couple　times　at　
parties　last　year。？　She　came　to　school　in　her　own　seaplane。　But　someone　told　me　she　decided　to　
leave　Waverly　because　Wes　Anderson　offered　her　the　lead　in　his　next　movie。？　


Jenny　shrugged；　feeling　strangely　petitive　with？and　a　wee　bit　excited　about？this　Tinsley　girl。　
She　sounded　like　the　ideal　New　Jenny。　

The　exhausted…looking　train　conductor　stomped　down　the　aisle　and　grabbed　the　ticket　off　the　top　
of　her　seat。　？Rhinecliff；　next。？　

？Oh。　This　is　me。？　Jenny　took　a　deep　breath。　It　was　really　happening！　She　looked　out　the　window；　
expecting　to　see　something　truly　magical；　but　saw　only　lush　green　trees；　a　wide　field；　and　
telephone　poles。　Still；　trees！　A　field！　The　only　field　in　Manhattan　was　Sheep　Meadow　in　Central　
Park；　and　it　was　always　filled　with　drug　dealers　and　really　skinny　half…naked　girls　sunbathing。　

She　stood　and　reached　for　her　red　and　white　polka…dotted　soft…shell　LeSportsac　bag　and　the　
old…school　brown　Samsonite　suitcase　she？d　borrowed　from　her　dad。　It　had　a　bigHUGS　NOT　
BOMBS　sticker　next　to　the　handles。　Not　very　New　Jenny。　As　she　struggled　to　bring　the　case　to　the　
ground；　Sam　stood　to　help　her；　pulling　it　effortlessly　off　the　rack。　

？Thanks；？　she　said；　blushing。　

？No　problem。？　He　pushed　the　hair　out　of　his　eyes。　？So；　do　I　get　to　see　pictures　of　you　at　？　at　the　
fashion　show？？　

？If　you　search　online；？　Jenny　lied。　She　stared　out　the　window　and　saw；　across　a　field；　an　old　
rooster　weathervane　on　the　top　of　a　large；　faded　farmhouse。　？The　designer？s　name　is；　um；　
Rooster。？　

？Never　heard　of　him。？　

？He？s　kind　of　obscure；？　Jenny　answered　quickly；　noting　that　the　polished；　pink　Polo　wearing　boy　
sitting　behind　them　was　definitely　listening　to　their　conversation。　Jenny　tried　to　see　what　he　was　
typing　on　his　BlackBerry；　but　h