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

notable exception—was there, but for those unfortunate few who missed it, a recap.
    The auctionees were called in alphabetical order, and luckily the bids grew increasingly higher as the night wore on, starting with a measly one hundred dollars and ending with a rousing thousand.
    Callie Andrews, the first auctionee, was seen canoodling with her purchaser, Bryan Jacobs, for the remainder of the evening. Looks like she’s moved on to her next upperclassman in the prestigious Fly Club for Gentlemen. The two new lovebirds haven’t even been on their date yet, and we hear she’s already referring to him as her “one and only.”
    Other notable auctionees included Alessandra Constantine (duh), Aaron Thomas (lacrosse hottie alert!), and Penelope Vandemeer (jet owner), who all stood tall on behalf of their club, the Hasty Pudding, even though all were anonymously slammed in the Pudding’s Punch Book by their (now) fellow veteran members. For these three, amongothers, agreeing to be auctioned on behalf of the club (in a pretty transparent attempt at image rehabilitation) was certainly charitable in more ways than one!
    (Incidentally, of the seven people questioned over the course of the evening, not one guessed the charity correctly. Gee, how embarrassing.)
    OK Zeyna was the highest-priced ticket item of the night, with Alessandra Constantine coming in a close second. No doubt her incredibly high-profile relationship held her back. Or maybe it was OK’s shirtless antics that sealed the deal for one lucky senior in particular, spotted leaving the party around the same time as everyone’s favorite “prince”…
    The auction wasn’t the only memorable event of the evening. Alexis Thorndike and Clint Weber, already on the rocks after the inevitable reconciliation, have returned to resume their roles as costars of the popular campus reality drama Breakups and Makeups in Prominent Public Places .
    Of course, nobody’s presence was of greater interest than a certain individual’s conspicuous absence. You could have heard the straw from a scorpion bowl drop after his name was accidentally called. And, as if the silence didn’t say it all, the evening’s very first auctionee could be overheard articulating what was on everyone’s mind, suggesting that Bolton might now be better suited as the beneficiary of the charity, and adding wryly that he “couldn’t afford [her].”
    And that’s saying something because, as previously stated, she sold for only a hundred dollars.
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    “I need a favor.”
    “Yeah, what else is new?” Callie said without bothering to look up from the Ec10 problem set spread out across her desk as Vanessa slipped into her room.
    “Two favors, really,” Vanessa continued. Callie heard her bed springs creak, meaning Vanessa had probably sat down. Refusing to turn around, Callie continued working, hoping that her roommate would take the hint.
    “The first thing I need is for you to take a break from working and this Insider detective obsession thing, and come with me to an event. It’s literary; you’ll like it!”
    “Mmm,” Callie grunted, turning to the final page in her problem set.
    “And the second thing I need,” Vanessa continued, oblivious, “is for you to tell me what you think…of my new outfit.”
    “Vanessa,” Callie said, throwing down her pencil, “I really don’t have time for th—”
    Her mouth hung open and she stared at Vanessa. Her roommate, whose signature style involved sporting designer labels as conspicuously as she could, had morphed from New Money Manhattan Diva into Grungy Brooklyn Hipster. She wore a red-and-black-checkered flannel shirt tucked into tight black jeans ripped along the thighs and knees. A pair of black suspendersmatched the frames of her oversized hipster glasses and the fedora perched atop her head.
    “What on earth are you wearing?” Callie demanded, rotating in her desk chair.
    “You like?” Vanessa asked, tugging at the sleeves of her