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    “Oh, hell to the NO,” she moaned, rolling her eyes up so far in her head that Casey was sure they’d get stuck. “Don’t tell me he’s taking you to the Russian Tea Room—it’s so FTO!” Sophie and Madison cracked up, throwing their heads back in tandem so that their straight, silky hair swung down their backs. Noticing her confused expression, Madison leaned in, an amused expression enlivening her green eyes, and enunciated every word:
    “For. Tourists. Only.”
    Casey’s cheeks flushed red as she followed Madison and Sophie out the door and into the hallway, blinking back the tears filling her gray eyes. Every time she felt like she was on the verge of fitting in at Meadowlark, some random, unforeseeable incident would invariably put her right back in her place—which just happened to be light-years away from the glamorous world of the Upper East Side. Casey sighed heavily, twirling a curl around one finger as she watched Madison lean over and whisper in Sophie’s ear. Casey bit her bottom lip and attempted to focus on the sudden pain as her sharp teeth bit into her tender flesh as she tried to keep from crying. What did it matter if she was dating the hottest guy in school—in all of Manhattan maybe—if she always felt like an outsider?
    As usual, and without even trying, Madison had won again.

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    Drew walked into room 14C, his pulse still jumping from the touch of Casey’s lips as much as from the anticipatory excitement of meeting Paul Paxil, the visiting filmmaker who would be taking over his AP Cinema class for the next six weeks. Paxil had catapulted to indie stardom two years ago when his low-budget documentary Blue Blood won accolades at Sun-dance, garnering massive critical acclaim and glowing reviews when it opened at the New York Film Festival a few months later. Blue Blood investigated the unsolved murder of a teenaged socialite, Miranda Dime, in an affluent town in upstate New York, and consequently succeeded in not only unmasking the killers, but in reopening the case. His gritty, in-your-face documentary style landed him a three-picture deal with Miramax, and his first big-budget feature, a courtroom thriller starring Naomi Watts and Denzel Washington, had recently wrapped in London.
    Paxil was not only a critic’s darling, he was also a former graduate of Meadowlark Academy, and showed his pride by donating a pair of gleaming editing bays that hugged the far side of the room. He was also rumored to be the cash behind the school’s plans to have 14C outfitted as a proper theater—with plush velvet theater seats to complement the sixteen-foot screen that dropped down from the ceiling with the touch of a button. Unfortunately, Paxil was also known as a bit of a diva and enfant terrible—recent articles in the tabloids linked him with Hollywood A-listers like Keira Knightley, Kirsten Dunst, and the Olsen twins, and lately his behavior had been described as more eccentric than professional by those who knew him best. Still, it hadn’t exactly stopped the dean of Meadowlark from offering him a six-week guest lecturer spot in the fall curriculum.
    Because of Paxil’s celebrity status, the room was packed, and as a result, Drew had to walk slowly around the perimeter for a few moments, looking for an empty chair before finally spotting one at the back of the room. The large classroom was painted a warm beige, one wall lined with long, rectangular windows framed by plush window seats—a Meadowlark trademark—filled with an array of soft, brightly colored cushions. The room was buzzing with the sounds of furtive whispering and giggling, the excitement palpable as the door swung open and Paul Paxil walked briskly to the front of the room. Black jeans, black sweater, and black, thick-rimmed glasses, he looked like a classic hipster auteur. Part I don’t give a fuck and part everything I’m wearing is tremendously expensive, but I’d never let on to it .