Jason’s mother was president of the school board, and Jason had, therefore, been the students’ eyes and ears ever since this whole noisome mess had begun.
“Our school board will find a way to circumvent the system,” Drew said testily. “Let those losers go to Plainsboro. They’d fit in better over there anyway, and everyone knows it.”
The guys muttered their assent as they pulled out their chairs.
“Oh, why? Because they’re not as affluent as we are? Because they don’t all live in ostentatious houses and get their own cars for their sixteenth birthdays?” Tamara griped. “You guys can really be so obnoxious.”
“Whose house is ostentatious?” Marisa asked defensively, knowing full well that her own McMansion on the outskirts of town was one of the showiest homes around.
“Look, all I know is, if they come to our school, our senior year is gonna be a calamity,” Drew said. “They’re gonna want to take over everything. Our clubs, our student government—”
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