Table of Contents
the spanish inquisition
welcome to the real world
tea and caviar
meet your new mommy
a model life
lights, camera, distraction
strike a pose
get the party started
bad hair day
skyrockets and flight
girls on film
secrets and lies
needles and pins
my london, london bridge wanna go down . . .
shake your groove thing
it’s like thunder . . . and lightning
baby i’m a star
one big happy family
there’s got to be a morning after . . .
about the author
Berkley JAM titles by Jennifer Banash
IN TOO DEEP
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Berkley JAM trade paperback edition / January 2009
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
In too deep / Jennifer Banash.—Berkley JAM trade paperback ed.
“An Elite Novel.”
Summary: While Madison ponders revenge and a possible modeling career, Casey fears she has lost herself by adapting fully to luxurious New York City life, and Phoebe keeps a secret, Sophie seeks to bring her birth mother to her sixteenth-birthday party.
eISBN : 978-1-101-01454-7
[1. Interpersonal relations—Fiction. 2. Wealth—Fiction. 3. Mothers and daughters—Fiction.
4. Identity—Fiction. 5. Dating (Social customs)—Fiction. 6. New York (N.Y.)—Fiction.]
I’d like to thank Kate Seaver, my wonderful editor at Berkley, who took a chance on an unknown kid; my agent, Jennifer Jackson, who always has my back; and Willy Blackmore, who read every draft and kept me sane through the entire process. To all the YA bloggers and teen reviewers everywhere—thanks for getting the word out and making my books matter—I am eternally grateful. And, most of all, I’d like to give a huge shout-out to all the readers of The Elite series—you are the reason I sit in front of a computer for hours at a time, dreaming up what comes next.
Who’s your best friend? Who’s your worst enemy?
“One can never really know . . . Enemy? Who cares?”
Elle MAGAZINE, SEPTEMBER 2007
Madison Macallister straightened the silken sleeve of her floral-patterned black and crimson wrap dress, and stabbed her fork into the desiccated remains of her smoked salmon salad, bringing a mouthful of baby greens up to her matte ruby-red lips. If she kept on eating this way, she was definitely going to blow up—and not in a good way. She was already changing into her baggy sweats the second she got home from school every day, and the waistband of her favorite new Citizens of Humanity jeans was decidedly snugger than when she bought them in a depression-fueled shopping incident a few weeks ago—a binge of Posh and Becks-worthy proportions that resulted in Edie storming into her room and cutting up her Amex Black card right in front of her. Madison exhaled deeply, spearing the last hunk of salty smoked fish and popping it into her mouth while checking out the six-carat square-cut emerald ring that shone brilliantly on her ring finger, winking in the fluorescent lighting. It had been worth it.
Besides, now that she was more miserable than ever, it seemed crucial to have a few things in her life that actually gave her pleasure—and shopping was definitely one of them. Drew may have been history, but at least she had her new black leather Furla tote trimmed in the softest gray fox fur ever to console her. Madison was beginning to see that boyfriends came and went with alarming speed, and friends were clearly not to be trusted. But clothes? Clothes never let you down. And accessories were forever . . .
It had been three weeks since Drew’s party—three long, agonizing weeks as the leaves in Central Park began turning orange, then red; the nights growing progressively cooler. More often than not, Madison found herself reaching for a sweater to throw over her shoulders in the early mornings, and pulling her caramel-colored Hermès riding gloves over cold hands that felt more like icicles than fingers. And even though the weather was definitely changing, things between her and Drew were not. Much like the first chilly days of winter—which were definitely now on the way—their relationship had completely frosted over. When they passed each other in the hall, Drew dipped his eyes away from her gaze and stared at the floor—especially if he happened to be walking with Casey. It had gone on for so long now that even if for some bizarre reason they did end up talking again she wouldn’t have the faintest idea what to say. Somehow—at least for her anyway—it was easier this way. Out of sight, out of mind—just like her credit card bills.
And if she wasn’t thinking about the way he’d clearly dumped her for Casey, she didn’t have to deal with the fact that he might just prefer someone else to her. But, no matter how hard she tried, Madison just couldn’t wrap her head around the idea. How was that even possible? And the only thing that even remotely put a crimp in her plans to pretend they’d both been inexplicably eaten by dinosaurs was the fact that she had to see the both of them every fucking day at school. And, worse yet, Drew didn’t even seem to care—it was as if their entire past had been wiped out with the arrival of one frizzy Midwestern freak with absolutely zero sex appeal, and who, despite her town of origin, was anything but “normal.” Did the last two years mean nothing to him? Not only was this turn of events totally inconceivable, it was ruining her reputation! Everyone south of Park Avenue knew that Madison Macallister was the girl who got what she wanted—when she wanted it—and boys were no exception. Until now.