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show him a little leg, he’ll say yes?” “No, dipshit.” Tinsley peeked into the package, glimpsing the shimmery gold box with the word
Teuscher
on it. Mmm. Swiss truffles. These were definitely for sharing. She pulled out the box, opened it slightly, and removed the five crisp one-hundred-dollar bills that were neatly placed on top of the padding inside. Her mom always sent her cash, as if she didn’t have an ATM card—and as if there were anything in Rhinecliff to spend money on besides tie-dye shirts and weed. Still, it was a sweet gesture. “I’d be a little more creative than that. Spin it as something more legitimate … like a Cinefiles outdoor screening.” She was impressed with her own quick thinking. She really
was
like Nancy Drew, with a naughty streak.
    Heath pounced on the chocolates, stuffing two in his mouth at once. Tinsley stared at him, a little impressed that he could simultaneously be so gross and still so handsome. “Think that’ll work?” he asked through a mouthful of praline.
    Tinsley plucked a double-chocolate raspberry truffle from its delicate tissue bed and placed it on her tongue, allowing the luxurious flavors to slowly melt into her mouth. She leaned her head back against the booth and closed her eyes. Only when the round chocolate had completely disappeared could she be bothered to open a single violet-colored eye to respond.
    “I
know
it will.”

12
A WAVERLY OWL KNOWS ALL GOOD THINGS MUST COME TO AN END—AND THAT SOMETIMES IT’S BETTER THAT WAY .

    “Your
homework
,” Mrs. Silver announced Wednesday afternoon, emphasizing the word
homework
even though Jenny knew that no one in their human-figure drawing elective thought of it as that, “will be to do a drawing or painting of a member of the opposite sex that attempts to reveal something about their personality.” Her Mrs. Claus-blue eyes twinkled. “Be creative. And please bring them in on Friday.” She raised her voice to carry over the noises of her students flipping their sketch pads closed and tossing their pencils back into their boxes. “Some prospectives will be visiting campus this weekend, and I’d like them to see how talented our art students are.” Jenny plunked her thick piece of charcoal back into a special compartment in her ArtBin pencil box and tried not to think about the day that Easy had asked her to meet him at his special clearing in the woods and taken her portrait. Everything about that day seemed perfect now, and Jenny wished she could somehow freeze that memory and remember it without all the yucky, complicated stuff that came along with it.
    Right now, Easy was all the way across the room, on a stool next to Parker DuBois, taking notes in his Moleskine sketchbook. She was serious about the pact she’d made with Callie—although, from the way Easy was acting, maybe it wasn’t even necessary. Maybe Easy was already over her.
    “Oh, and children—I’d like you to branch out and use someone outside this class as your model.” Mrs. Silver twitched her round little nose. “Shake things up a bit.” She shook her hips like a hula dancer, as if to illustrate what she meant.
    Jenny immediately felt relieved. Good. Now she and Easy would definitely not be able to draw each other. So she didn’t have to worry about him saying no.
    Even though she’d been thinking all morning about how she was going to have to break up with him—if they were even still going out, which she wasn’t sure they were—she really didn’t feel like doing it today. Not when she was wearing her favorite Citizens of Humanity jeans that had been a Christmas present from her father and represented the single time he’d bought her an article of clothing that she would actually wear in public. Sure, she’d e-mailed him a picture of the exact pair she wanted from Saks.com, size and everything, but she hadn’t expected him to actually
buy
them for her. She didn’t want them to become the jeans she was wearing when her