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from noticing.
    Kara nodded and sucked in her cheeks like a goldfish, making Brett giggle. “Guys really
do
suck, don’t they?” “Seriously. Why didn’t we get the bulletin, like, years ago?” Brett grabbed one of the white goose-down pillows on her bed and started kneading it with her fingers. There wasn’t anything especially profound about Kara’s statement, but it made Brett’s mind start to race. Guys
did
suck,
truly
. Why did she feel like she was the last to know? “If there can be a freaking Waverly club dedicated to the sport of stuffing as much food down the throat as possible, there should be a, like, Guys Suck club—we can let the frosh know before it’s too late.” Kara raised her thin, light brown eyebrows skeptically, running a palm over the ridges on the cap to her water bottle.
    “Hey,
I’d
join it.” Brett put the pillow down emphatically, and it landed on the plush comforter without a sound. Then she hopped off the bed, making her way toward the white iBook on her desk. “Just a place for us to get together and talk and support each other …” she went on, the idea taking form in her head. It would be sort of like what Tinsley had originally proposed for her Café Society, although that had immediately dissolved into an excuse to get drunk, do stupid things, and exclude as many people as possible. Brett sat down at her desk. “We could use a little sisterly spirit around here, you know?” Kara nodded from her perch on the bed. “Actually, I think that’s kind of a brilliant idea. Why don’t we put together an invite and send it around?” Brett smiled at her new friend before flipping open her iBook. As much as she hated to admit that she’d do something to spite Tinsley, the idea that she was going to start a club that was more meaningful than Tinsley’s shallow, catty, oversexed Café Society gave her an itty-bitty thrill. She felt her green eyes gleaming wickedly as she hit the power button on her laptop. “Agreed. But before we send anything, we need to choose the guest list.” And she knew one roommate who wouldn’t be on it.
    Email Inbox
To: Undisclosed recipients
From: [email protected]
Date: Tuesday, October 8, 3:05 P.M.
Subject: Women of Waverly
Greetings, esteemed classmates.
A couple of us have decided to establish a Women of Waverly club (WoW!) to bolster the sense of sorority on campus. Don’t want it to be anything too formal or ritualistic or anything like that (no goats, please), but rather a place for Waverly girls to get together and discuss any issues or concerns facing us on campus. Sex, love, drugs, jerks who call themselves men—anything you want to talk about is fair game.
The first official meeting will be tonight at eight o’clock in the Atrium, and it is open to all female members of the Waverly community. Dining services will be providing snacks and beverages.
Estrogen power,
    xo
    Brett Messerschmidt
    Junior Class Prefect
    Instant Message Inbox
JulianMcCafferty: Dude, where exactly in Hopkins Hall would I find the Cinephiles screening room? Never been there before.
HeathFerro: Curious request. Before I can hand anything over, I’ll need to know why.
JulianMcCafferty: Nothing juicy, Ferro. Just wanted to join up.
HeathFerro: It’s in the basement, dipshit.
JulianMcCafferty: Thanks. You’re a real sweetheart.
HeathFerro: Kisses.

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    Tinsley Carmichael lingered in the screening room in the basement of Hopkins Hall after Signor Giraldi dismissed his Advanced Italian class. They’d just watched Fellini’s
La Strada
—much preferable to sitting in a boring old classroom and watching the spit bubble at the corners of Signor Giraldi’s mouth as he conjugated Italian verbs. Something about watching old movies, especially old foreign movies, in the dark, leaning back in the leather reclining seats of the screening room, made Tinsley’s pulse race. Movie