Rx by Tracy Lynn

Author:Tracy Lynn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers
Published: 2006-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Mommy and Daddy’s got the best cocaine Ritalis never gonna feel the same

—Sugarcult

… WHICH IS WHY there was a lot of the above at Genevieve’s house that night (and no parents anywhere. They were in Manhattan, or the guest house, to give their girl a little privacy. They must have been thrilled she was finally getting social—her gay older brother was a real debutante, written up on Page Six even before he got into Yale).

The party was supposed to start at eight, which is why I showed up at eleven, though I was planning closer to ten thirty. Suze was, of course, late—insert menstrual joke here.

The house was packed with people from a surprising number of different social circles. No one was going to miss something thrown by Genevieve, the hottest smart girl in the school. Well, no one who wasn’t invited to one of the Lewis Prep parties.

There was a table set up in the corner with top-shelf liquor and neat stacks of glasses; another in the corner with gift booze: cheap beer, expensive beer, malt beverages, flavored wine, cheap champagne—the usual high school fare. I had brought a bottle of the “cheap” vodka Mom and Dad never drank, a gift from some guest (and gossiped about in the Gilcrest household for weeks after).

Genevieve screamed when she saw me, fighting her way through the crowds and throwing her arms around my shoulders. “Look at this, look at this!” she hissed into my ear. She was wearing a party frock that could have been from the sixties and sported matching thick mascara and liner. “This is the party of the season. And it’s all thanks to Paxil!”

And I sound like a drug ad?

She swung her gaze slowly back at me; her eyes were doe-i-er than usual, a corporate housewife party-throwing dimness that went well with the rest of her mod outfit.

“You’re not just on Paxil, are you,” I guessed.

She grinned, sparkle-toothed, and gave me a big smack on the cheek, then spun out to talk to other guests.

I put my bottle on the guest table and headed to the top-shelf stuff, making myself a Cosmopolitan, complete with lime twist. Genevieve, the newly perfect hostess, had thoughtfully provided a whole assortment of garnishes.

Then I felt naked.

None of my friends were there yet—not even Meera. Or Will. Everyone already had a group going on, and yeah, I was terrified of starting up a conversation the wrong way. Being in The Twenty may assure entrance to a good school, but it wins you no social status at a party.

I chugged the Cosmo and made myself another one to sip so I looked cool while I walked around. Idiot girl: I should have started with something harder and faster to bolster my ego.

Finally I headed to the bathroom because it was a destination and people would think I was going somewhere, not just wandering. I smiled and said hey to everyone as I passed but didn’t pause to talk; that would ruin the disguise (and what if they didn’t want to talk? What if they were just being polite in saying hi to me?).

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