Beautiful Disaster: A Privilege Novel (Privilege #2) - Softcover

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Kate Brian is the author of the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling Private series and its spin-off series Privilege. She has also written many other books for teens including Sweet 16 and Megan Meade’s Guide to the McGowan Boys.

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Beautiful Disaster

NEW FRIENDS

“Hi, I’m Briana Leigh Covington, but you can call me Ana.”

Ariana Osgood stood before the trio of girls in the center of the sunlit campus of Atherton-Pryce Hall and held her breath. She felt the weight of this moment in every bone, every muscle, every tendon of her body. The very first moment of her brand-new life.

It seemed as if it had taken forever to get to this place. The stark memories of all she had been through—the months and months locked up at the Brenda T. Trumbull Correctional Facility for Women, the hours spent planning her escape, the days on the road, wending her way west from Virginia to Texas—all of the images and emotions crowded her brain, threatening to overwhelm her. Ariana had risked everything to get here, to earn a new chance at life. She had cheated, stolen, even killed her friend, Briana Leigh Covington, so she could assume the girl’s identity and be truly and utterly free. And now she was finally here.

“Did you say ‘Briana Leigh Covington’?” the tall, willowy girl asked. As if she had heard the name before. Ariana’s heart stopped. Did this girl know Briana Leigh? Ariana had just arrived at this hallowed private school for the ridiculously overprivileged. Just stepped onto this gorgeous, perfectly manicured campus for the very first time. The jig couldn’t possibly be up that fast.

“Yes,” she said firmly, steadily. Her fingers gripped the handle on her rolling trunk a bit tighter, but not so tightly that anyone would notice. “But I prefer to be called Ana.”

The girl’s hazel eyes quickly flicked over Ariana’s outfit, her tasteful chocolate brown Theory dress and Gucci slingbacks. They assessed her set of Louis Vuitton luggage with a glance, then slid back up to her face, lingering for a moment on her long, auburn hair, which had been dyed to match Briana Leigh’s natural hue. Throughout this ever-so-brief process, Ariana grew increasingly warm, but she didn’t move. This was a normal and accepted practice among her people. A girl had the right to take a moment to decide upon the value of knowing the stranger standing before her.

“Interesting,” the assessor said finally, noncommittally. She glanced at each of her two friends, the impeccably groomed Chinese girl to her right, and the chunky-jewelry-loving blonde to her left. The blonde smiled almost imperceptibly, and the other girl suddenly became very interested in her BlackBerry. Ariana had the uncomfortable feeling that she was being silently mocked right to her face. Something she had done to many an unfortunate girl, but which had never been done to her.

“I’m Brigit Rhygsted,” the blond girl piped up, taking a step forward and offering her hand. She had a hint of a Norwegian accent and the healthiest glow Ariana had ever seen. “This is Soomie Ahn and Maria Stanzini.”

Ariana shook Brigit’s hand and nodded as the other two girls said hello. For the first time in a long time, she had no idea what to say next. What did a person say to the people who might or might not be mocking her? She had no idea, and she detested the feeling. A group of younger girls walked by and called out hellos to the trio, which Maria and the others acknowledged with brief nods and vague smiles. They were paltry greetings that nevertheless elicited proud grins from those upon whom they were bestowed. Clearly, Ariana had chosen wisely. These were the girls whom all the other girls looked up to. The ones who could not be approached without an invitation. But she had approached. She had shown that she believed herself to be equal to their stature. That had to count for something.

“What year are you?” Brigit adjusted the strap on her messenger bag, and her colorful plastic bracelets clinked together.

“I’m a junior,” Ariana replied. Even though she had been a junior three years ago. Briana Leigh would have been a junior, so a junior she would be. “What y—”

“Really? Us too! Well, me and Soomie. Maria’s a senior. What dorm are you in?” Brigit asked.

Ariana hesitated at having been cut off. Also something she hadn’t experienced very often. “Cornwall. What about—”

“Where did you transfer from? You have an accent. Are you from the South? Do you have any friends here? A boyfriend, maybe?” Brigit asked, lowering her voice and giving Ariana a conspiratorial look.

Ariana glanced around at the other cliques on the quad, chatting and laughing in the sunshine. Had she chosen the right crowd? There was no way she could be friends with someone who asked this many personal questions in the space of fifteen seconds. Across the way, standing on the steps of the chapel, was an olive-skinned girl with thick black hair tumbling in waves down her back, who seemed to be watching Ariana and the others from the corner of her eye while she chatted with a group of handsome guys and perfectly coiffed girls. She, too, looked like a queen bee, just as Maria had from afar. Was it possible that Ariana had aligned herself with the wrong girls? Had she already made such an awful mistake?

“I—”

“Don’t let her scare you,” Soomie said, sliding her BlackBerry into the pocket of her navy blue blazer. She smoothed her already smooth black hair and lifted her chin slightly, giving Ariana a better look at the perfectly tied knot in her gold and gray striped tie. The collar of her white shirt was so starched the points looked as if they could slice through metal. “There are three things you need to know about Brigit: A) She needs to know everything about everyone; B) she has the memory of an elephant; and C) she makes excellent hot chocolate. Really. It’s her thing.”

A phone beeped and Maria quickly removed an iPhone from her bag. She read a text, smirked, and returned the phone to another pocket altogether. Ariana’s face burned. Soomie had just put her phone away, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that Soomie had just texted Maria. Were they talking about her right in front of her face?

Brigit, meanwhile, shrugged and smiled happily. Her uniform wasn’t quite as impeccably kept as Soomie’s. Her tie was a tad loose and her gray blazer hung open over her untucked shirt. “It is my thing,” she echoed. “What’s yours?”

All three of them looked at Ariana with interest. She took a deep breath. She had to stop being so paranoid. She hadn’t figured out Soomie and Maria yet, but Brigit’s total lack of self-consciousness was kind of sweet and endearing. Maybe even sweet and endearing enough to help her ignore the third degree. If the girl would let her.

“So, where is Cornwall, exactly?” Ariana asked, even though she knew its precise location, due to the fact that she had long since memorized the campus map.

For the last two weeks, Ariana had been holed up at the Philmore Hotel waiting for Briana Leigh’s body to be found at the bottom of Lake Page, where Ariana and her former Brenda T. roommate, Kaitlynn Nottingham, had dumped it. In the meantime, she had spent hours perfecting Briana Leigh’s signature, memorizing the welcome packet sent by the Atherton-Pryce Hall admissions office, and tying up loose ends—canceling Briana Leigh’s phone, which had been stolen by Kaitlynn right after the girl had betrayed Ariana; writing a breakup letter to...