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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the
product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to
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Copyright 2015 by Lauren Saft
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First Edition: June 2015
Saft, Lauren.
Those girls : a novel / by Lauren Saft. First edition.
pages cm
Poppy.
Summary: Eleventh grade at Greencliff, an a ll-girl school near Philadelphia,
is momentous for long-term best friends Alex, Mollie, and Veronica, as the
secrets they are keeping from each other about boyfriends, eating disorders,
and more begin to undermine their relationships.
ISBN 9780316-4 03665 (hc) ISBN 9780316-4 03672 (ebook)
[1. Best friendsFiction. 2. FriendshipFiction. 3. Conduct of
lifeFiction. 4. Dating (Social customs)Fiction. 5. High
schoolsFiction. 6. SchoolsFiction. 7. Bands (Music)
Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.S1293Tho 2015 [Fic]dc23 2014009416
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ame shit, new year. The first day of eleventh grade. Mol
lie called at the ass crack of dawn to ask if Id pick her up
for school. Was a really sunny day, S
eptembermy favorite
time of year. Everything, everyone, is so fresh and unsoiled:
new books, new shoes, a new haircut, like summer is some sort
of master cleanse reset button. I figured Mollies request for a
pre-school rendezvous was to orchestrate a united front against
Veronica, who would surely come bouncing in with her usual
tales of European slutcapades that neither of us was impressed
by anymore.
When I pulled into her driveway, Mollie was already wait
ing for me. Mollie, my best friend since kindergarten. I dont
totally remember how we became best friends or when we
decided to call ourselves such, but the fact that Mollie Finn
and Alex Holbrook are best friends is pretty much the only
absolute truth that I (and the rest of Greencliff) know to count
on. I have no memory of a time when this wasnt the case.
Weve done everything together. Besides both being lifers
at the esteemed Harwin School for Girls, we took tennis, gym
nastics, and horseback riding lessons. Brought each other on
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naked skin would find each others under the water; wed lock
glowing eyes in the wet moonlight and realize how happy we
made each other. Hed kiss me, and Id look knowingly into his
eyes before I kissed him back. Id wrap myself around him, and
hed carry me out of the water, and wed make slow, throbbing,
Harlequin love on a smooth, flat rock under some sort of weep
ing tree. Afterward, hed tell me how long hed wanted to do
that, and Id smile coyly, knowing that after that moment we
would be together forever.
I texted back: I feel your pain. Im currently waiting in the
CVS parking lot to assist Mollie with another contraception
crisis. Ill call you after practice. Good luck, soldier.
Id known Drew almost as long as Id known Mollie. He
lived down the street, and when we were little, we played Chutes
and Ladders in his tree house and went sledding on snow days.
He goes to Crawford, the brother school to Harwin, and some
how wed successfully made it through the awkwardness of mid
dle school with our platonic friendship still intact. We enjoyed
watching our friends hook up and break up from the sidelines,
where we were free to mock, judge, and ridicule the romantic
follies of our misguided, hormone-ridden peers; it was all very
what fools these mortals be. We thought we were so much better
off, out in my driveway smoking weed, laughing at poor, abused
Mollie and Veronica and their latest ventures in sex and delusion.
I turned up the radio.
Nice moves, Mollie said, tumbling back into the car.
Nice dead baby.
Mollie stuck out her tongue and snorted at me.
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They probably knew. Bitches were just jealous. I get it. I was
violently purging the unborn child of the hottest guy in their
grade; Id be mad at me, too.
I watched Alex talk to the seniors, all her clothes hanging
off her like she couldnt be bothered to actually put them on, but
just mustered the energy to drape herself in whatever stained,
wrinkled item was lying on her closet floor. Her tattered gray
cardigan was too big, and the stretched-out cotton sleeves
dangled past her wiry hands. Her kilt was askew, burned with
cigarette holes and off by a button. Her dark hair was a tan
gled, spiraled mess, per usual. Her skin looked great, though,
and I wondered if she was drinking more water and less arti
ficially sweetened caffeinated beverages like shed mentioned
she was going to try to do last week. Was that really working?
I kept meaning to start doing that. But didnt she just have that
Diet Coke?
I felt another wave of ill come on, so I squatted and placed
my head between my knees. Alex dismissed herself from the
seniors to come over and rub my back as I dry-heaved.
Are you sure youre okay? She knelt down next to me, still
rubbing me like a Yorkshire terrier. I stared at her threadbare,
untied, green Converse that were not in uniform. Maybe you
should go home? To the nurse? Something? she said.
And say what? Sorry, I cant learn today, Im busy doing my
part in the fight against teen pregnancy?
Seems like as legitimate an excuse as any. Next time just
use the damn condom correctly.
She didnt understand. I was Catholic, for Christs sake. If
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I guess, I said.
Asking Sam for favors always required a trade. I picked you
up from school, you buy me dinner. I let you watch Real House
wives, you blow me. I puked one more time behind a red Jeep
Wrangler before we all made our way into homeroom.
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Alex after Ive been away for a while. I always break back into
their little bond after a few weeks, or faster if Mollie happens to
be annoyed that Alex is too clingy that week or if Alex happens
to decide that Mollie is too bossy that day. But, without fail, as
soon as I go on vacation or miss a party or go home sick, they
refuse and Im back at zero: alone on the swing set, pining
for an invitation to take a turn on the t wo-person seesaw, like
its fifth grade all over again. Its really annoying. Youd think
theyd just have accepted that we were a threesome by now,
that theyd have gotten over the idea that I had to reinitiate
myself and prove my worth every few months. But I knew the
party would bring us back t ogetherone drunken night of fun
was all they needed to remember why they decided they liked
me in the first place.
While I was in Europe over the summer, Id decided that I
was going to get a real boyfriend and try to do better in school
this year, maybe attempt to get into a respectable college. I was
tired of Mollie bragging about her relationship and thinking that
because she and Sam went out to dinner together sometimes
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that she was somehow a better person than I was. Plus, even I
was getting bored with the whole party-girl thing, and I should
go out on top, right? My Last Week of School party last year
ended with five police cars, a pool full of blood, an illicit video,
and a pregnant s ophomorewhere do you even go from there?
I debated even having my First Week of School party, but my
First Week of School party is a tradition, so not having it would
be downright bad luck, right? That, and the big empty house
was starting to get to me. Id been home for only two days, and
already my dad had left for Asia and my mom hadnt left the
gym or her new trainer, Roger. I was sort of looking forward to
filling my house with warm bodies for a night, pumping some
life back into that ancient history museum.
We resumed discussion of the party on our way to tennis
practice that afternoon.
Lets keep it just juniors and seniors, Alex proposed as she
rummaged through leaves and papers and god knows what else
to find cigarettes under the passenger seat of her car.
I agreed. Though your brother can come with a few sopho
mores if he wants, I said.
Ill mention it, but its always weird when I see him out.
Let him stay home and play video games. Get his own damn
life, like I had to.
We used to torture Josh Holbrook when we were little.
Nothing permanently damaging, just things like telling him
that his freckles were a highly contagious rash or that every time
he sneezed the snot that came out was part of his brain. He was
also undyingly, annoyingly, and obviously obsessed with Mollie.
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clasped onto the green fence like a monkeys at a zoo. Drew was
awkwardly tall, alarmingly skinny, and always had dark circles
under his eyes, not in an up doing blow all night kinda way, but
in, like, an I have trouble sleeping because Im so engrossed in this
book and think so long and hard about the universe kinda way.
Drew and Alex acted like they were dating, but Alex swore
he was just her guy best friend. And Drew seemed like the
type of guy who was capable of actually being best friends with
a girl, so I bought it, even though Id never really had a male
friend and didnt totally get how that worked. I didnt know
him that well. He was Alexs friend, but hed always been
really nice to me and paid attention to me in a way that didnt
make me think he was just trying to get me into the backseat of
his Pathfinder. Most Crawford boys were capable of only two
kinds of interactions with girls: ignoring them and hooking up
with them, and, well, Id never been one for being ignored.
I ran up to Drew and Alex and joined their conversation.
They stopped talking about whatever they were talking about
when I got there.
Carson, you coming to my party on Friday? I asked,
stretching my arms over my head.
I didnt know I was invited, he replied.
Coach Potts blew a whistle.
Call you later, Alex said.
I leaned through the fence to give him a little of course youre
invited! kiss on the cheek. Alex gave him a fist bump through
the green plastic-coated wire tangles. The coach blew the whis
tle again.
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the Black Panther movement, one who had seen and felt real
struggle and had had to really fight for things that I knew
nothing about, like love and survival. I sat at my piano, closed
my eyes, and belted out notes of suffering and heartache, and
imagined my voice filled with experience and soul. Two things
I worried I did not possess, and maybe never would. But I
didnt want to admit that to Drew. He loved starting these eso
teric, self-loathing bourgeois conversations so he could sound
smart and tortured. Only one of which he actually was.
Thats absurd, I said. Plenty of wealthy people are suc
cessful and provocative artists, especially writers. Jane Austen?
Edith Wharton? They wrote about the angst of life in high
society.
Someone this century?
Bret Easton Ellis.
But hes a douche bag.
Doesnt mean hes not successful. If anything, he owes his
success to his douchebaggery.
He laughed at my use of the word douchebaggery. Fine.
Touch. I guess I have no excuse to suck as much as I do, then.
Damn it, Holbrook! Foiled again.
He squeezed my knee until I flailed.
Youre a writer; youve got it easy. Its music that us subur
ban Jewish girls have no handle on.
Ah, yes, Judaism. That must be what Drake meant when he
talked about starting from the bottom.
We both laughed and stared into the creek.
I gazed at the back of Drews neck and watched the short,
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to her concert. Both nights. How could Drew like someone who
liked Katy Perry? All pillars of truth Id held until that point
began to slowly crumble around me.
I could put a word in. If you really need to get laid that
badly...
Would that be weird?
Hed probably been thinking about fucking Veronica since
the moment she shoved her pushup bra in his face on the ten
nis court. I was going to be sick. Fucking Veronica. Goddamn,
fucking Veronica.
It makes sense. I mean, youre two of my best friends. You
could probably get her wasted and make a move at the party.
If I smacked my head against the rock we were sitting
on, maybe Id die. Or get a concussion. If I died, or even just
ended up in the hospital, would he be too distraught to pursue
this?
Lets just see what happens. Dont say anything, okay? He
wrapped his long arm around my shoulder. Youre such a good
wingman, Holbrook.
T H E B A N D S G A R A G E L O O K E D like a real music
studio. On the orange shag carpet lay an old gray amp, loose
wires, and unstrung instruments. No sign of cars, old bicycles,
toolboxes, or anything typically garagelike. Two redheaded
boysone in a Ramones Tshirt, the other in some shade
of faded tie-dyestood with a guitar and bass around their
necks, respectively. I guessed these were the Farber boys. I felt
deep pangs of regret and the urge to run home.
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My mom said that you were very cool, but that you didnt
like music made by white people.
I couldnt believe shed repeated that. I was joking. Sort
of...
I told her not to worry, because we have Fernando. Hes
Salvadoran. Is that enough ethnic flavor for you?
Token Latin drummer at your service, Fernando said with
an easy smile. From behind the drum set, he extended his hand
to me, and for some reason I blushed.
What kind of music do you guys play? I asked.
Were sort of a funksouljam band fusion. We do covers,
but we write most of our own songs. Well cover anything from
Arcade Fire to Michael Jackson to the Stones, but we sound
like us, not like them, ya know? Ned said, showing me over to
the keyboard. I didnt really, but I hoped I would soon.
I ran my hands over the plastic keys and wished Id prac
ticed more.
Right up my alley, I said. I have a pretty eclectic taste
myself. Just no whiny white people music.
Ned and Fernando laughed; Pete seemed to be somewhere
else.
We try to avoid being whiny white people whenever possi
ble, Ned said. You wanna play something?
Anything?
Probably not Mozart, Pete chimed in. Hes pretty whiny
and white.
Finally, a real laugh instead of a nervous one; my cheeks
started to relax.
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I vacillated between n
ew-school and o ld-school. I didnt
want to play anything too obscure, but I wanted to prove my
musical street cred. Stick with a classic. The Cure or maybe
Stevie Wonder. Bob Marley? I wondered what they liked, what
theyd think was lameif they were ironic or snobby or if they
were the kind of musicians who loved all music or the kind who
hated everything. I decided that everyone likes Stevie Won
der. Whether youre into rock, pop, oldies, gangster rap, or new
wave A fro-punkeveryone likes Stevie Wonder.
When Im nervous, I hum the melody to My Cherie
Amour, so I went with that. My dad always sang it to me,
and I taught myself how to play it the day after he moved out.
I always taught myself to play something new when I wanted
to not think about something. Hed be so excited that I was in
a band. Though hed probably just tell me how much cooler his
band was, how much better music was in the sixties, and how
much harder he worked than I ever would.
Fernando hit the snare, and before I knew it, all the boys
had joined in; I relaxed into the music, so much so that I didnt
even realize that Id started to sing. Ned was clearly the talent.
Once he strummed his Fender the whole room melted around
us, and my little ditty became full-
blown, chest-
melting
music. I watched him play and transform. He was all over my
slightly nuanced melody, and the song grew in a way that no
song of mine ever had before, because Id always played alone.
Fernando fell right in with the beat, and Pete, too. And the
next thing I knew, the familiar song became something com
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