Free The Ivy: Scandal by Lauren Kunze, Rina Onur Page A

bedroom.
    Noises of a certain nature known to inspire giggles, which Vanessa succumbed to but quickly stifled. “Looks like someone got more than just a date tonight,” Vanessa whispered as they tiptoed across the room.
    Callie shook her head, ushering Vanessa into Gregory’s empty bedroom and shutting the door softly behind them.
    “What are we doing in here?” Vanessa asked, flicking on the light.
    “Proving that Alessandra was lying,” Callie said, crossing to the desk. “Ah-ha!” she cried a moment later, holding up an old copy of the Crimson .
    “So what?” said Vanessa.

    “The other day at the Pudding, Alessandra said that when Gregory called her, he told her that he’d essentially never even heard of the Ivy Insider.”
    Vanessa appeared unimpressed.
    “Look!” Callie insisted, pointing to the headline for an op-ed about the Insider.
    “I don’t see how that proves anything,” said Vanessa. “Just because there’s a copy of the Crimson in our bathroom right now doesn’t mean that I’ve ever read a word of it!”
    Callie narrowed her eyes.
    “What!” Vanessa cried. “It’s not like you’re COMPing anymore…eesh—sorry. My bad, again.”
    Callie sighed, setting the newspaper back down on Gregory’s desk. “Hey!” she called in hushed tones. “Come here and take a look at this.”
    “What now?”
    “There,” said Callie, pointing to the trash can. “All the way at the bottom. I think it’s a printout of an Insider article!”
    “Ew!” said Vanessa, whacking Callie’s hand away. “Don’t touch that—it’s garbage.”
    “Precisely,” said Callie, dropping her arm and straightening. “And what do you think he was doing with that article before he threw it away?”
    “What?” asked Vanessa, her eyes going wide. “Are you saying…?”
    “Yes.” Callie nodded. “He—

    “—wrote it!” Vanessa exclaimed at the same time Callie cried, “read it!”
    Callie stared at her. “Wait, wha—”
    A high-pitched moan sounded from somewhere in the vicinity of OK’s bedroom.
    Callie froze and then motioned to Vanessa that it was time to leave. Quickly they turned off the light. Racing across the common room, they shut the front door just in time to block out what sounded like OK doing a Tarzan yell.
    Catching each other’s eye, they burst into giggles.
    “Gross,” said Vanessa when she could speak again.
    “So gross,” Callie agreed, opening the door to their common room. “I mean, I love the guy, but that doesn’t mean I want to hear him…uh, you know…”
    “Hear who what?” asked Dana, poking her head up from over the top of the overstuffed armchair, where she had curled up with a book.
    “Hey, Dana!” Callie called, starting to giggle again.
    “It’s nothing,” Vanessa assured her. “Nothing at all. Where’s Mimi?”
    “Lampoon initiation, probably,” said Dana. “She mentioned that it started today.”
    “Oh,” said Vanessa with a yawn. “Well, I don’t know about you two, but I’m exhausted!”
    “Same here,” said Callie, heading for her bedroom. “Good night, you guys!”

    Once inside she kicked off her shoes. She was halfway out of her dress when she paused, staring at the bulletin board on her wall. Frowning, she shook her head.
    After pulling on pj’s, she plucked Gregory’s copy of Persuasion off her shelf. The photo from Harvard-Yale fluttered out alongside it. She glanced at Gregory’s face, and then at the thumbtacks on her desk, and then back at the board, Vanessa’s words reverberating like a bad echo. Could he be…? No, she decided, sticking the photo back on her bookcase and plopping on her bed with the book. “Definitely not,” she muttered aloud as she started to read.
    At least I definitely hope not.

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