halt by a crowded coffee stand. âHey, Rico, whatâs up?â
âNothinâ much, girl.â The boy on duty wipes his hands on his apron and gives Carla an adoring smile. âYou want your usual?â
âSure, andâ¦â She turns to me expectantly.
âOh, a latte would be great. Decaf,â I add, remembering my sisterâs lectures about caffeine being one step away from crack when it comes to addiction.
âDoesnât that negate the whole point of coffee?â Carla laughs before turning back to Rico. âBut you heard her.â
âComing up.â He sets to work, the machine spluttering away as Carla surveys me.
âSo, do you just hang out in libraries taking pity on us poli sci kids?â
I smile self-consciously. âI suppose so. The guardian angel of democracy essays, thatâs me.â
âAnd thereâs no catch?â Carla is still looking like sheâs testing me.
âWhy would there be?â
She smirks. âYouâre new to town, I can tell.â I must look puzzled, because she adds, âIn Southern Cali, thereâs always a catch. Donât worry.â She takes our coffees and pays the boy. âYouâll learn.â
âOh.â I sip my drink carefully. âSo whatâs the catch to this?â
âThe coffee?â Carla raises an eyebrow. âStraight swap: your notes for the drink.â
âI can live with that,â I agree, warming to her boldness.
âCool.â She strides off again at double speed, leaving me rushing to catch up. âNow tell me about Oxfordâfull of entitled jackasses, am I right?â
Tasha
I can tell my dress is all wrong before we even get inside. Weâre waiting in the street by the hotel for the rest of Hollyâs friends, and snaking down the block are groups of guys in tuxedos and girls tripping along in heels and long gowns; only thin wraps protecting against the cold night air. At first, I was feeling smug because these outfits are seriously Miss Teen Ohio, covered in sparkles and asymmetrical necklines, but after watching a parade of identi-girls slip by, my gorgeous Gucci doesnât feel so special anymore. The skirt is short, for a start, and although the fabric is draped black silk and totally classy, it doesnât seem to make up for the amount of leg I have on show. At least, not judging by the smirks that other girls are shooting in my direction.
âYou look wonderful.â Holly catches my nervous look, but her comment just makes me feel more self-conscious. If she thinks I need reassuring at all, then it must be clear Iâm totally out of place.
âSo do you,â Iâm quick to add. And she doesâeven if her turquoise gown could have used fewer sequins along the bustline. Hollyâs hair is pinned up in tiny curls, and her eyes have a sweep of shimmer. It took us an hour getting ready with curling irons and eyelash curlers, but I always love that part.
It strikes me that the preparation may be the most fun Iâll have all night, but I push the thought away and turn to the guy next to me in line to try and make conversation. âItâs James, right?â Heâs the one with rusty red hair, now slicked back and neat to match the crisp lines of his tuxedo. I swear, put any guy in the black-and-white combo and they get cute.
âYes.â He shoves his hands into his jacket pockets, and I wait for something more, but thereâs nothing.
OK, the silent type. I can work with that.
âThis is my first Oxford ball.â I make sure to smile, despite the fact Iâm shivering violently in my thin gold shrug. âDo you go to many?â
âAt least one a term.â James looks at me with what Iâm afraid is amusement.
âThat must be cool, having so many big parties. Back home we donât really do the formal thing, but there were way more smaller events.â He nods politely.