Poison Ivy: The Secret Society Page #3

...better be what I want.

That's funny. I was gonna say

the same thing.

Bite it.

Let's skip the cuddling.

I don't know, Lea.

I'm still a little bit cloudy.

Relax.

One name is being mentioned

as far as the prized internship is concerned.

And that is?

Daisy.

What?

That hillbilly freshman? Are you joking?

Dad seems smitten by her, and, I mean,

let's be real, what's not to like?

- Ugh, you've got to be kidding.

- Ha, ha.

Whatever you say, Lea,

but the girl is gold...

...and unfortunately for you,

she's one of the few you don't own.

Hmm.

I'll own her like a pet.

- A pet?

- Mm-hm.

You looking for a new friend?

Keep your friends close

and your enemies closer.

Oh, well, turning the farm girl

into an Ivy...

...is not gonna stop her

from getting the internship.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

So tell me...

...how can we fix those naughty grades

of mine?

Oh, yeah.

Well, I might have a friend...

...who has a friend who's privy to

classified information, passwords and such.

He might have the information you're

looking for, but there would be a price.

We could make this a regular thing.

Been there, done that,

bought the T-shirt.

- I could bring a friend.

- Ah...

Now we're talking.

Isabel seems like a nice girl.

Issy is a nice girl. I should know.

Now, you hack into your mommy's

little computer...

...and I'll make sure your little

perverted fantasies come true.

Deal?

See what I can do.

Wow.

We are gathered here

in the name of the sisterhood...

...founded in the strength of her members,

preserved by their accomplishments.

Each year, the sisterhood nominates

new women for membership.

These names are not to be written down

anywhere nor spoken in public.

There are two names up

for consideration.

Three names.

I hereby nominate...

...Christa Caldwell...

...Monique Price...

...and Daisy Brooks.

Good morning.

- Hey.

Hey, what's this box?

I don't know. It was delivered yesterday.

Ugh. He is a real gift-giving fool. Heh.

It's a cell phone.

- What?

- That's not from Blake.

- What do you mean? How do you know?

- Looks like you're being tapped by the Ivys.

- Wait, the what?

- Technically, they don't exist.

Technically, there's no sororities

or fraternities here anymore...

...but the Ivys, they're a secret society.

Why did they give this to me?

Beats me. If the Ivys want you,

there's a good reason for it.

- Do they want you?

- Heh.

Trust me, they don't want me.

I'll see you later.

Um, I put the photocopies

on, uh, Dean Graves' desk.

Great, thanks.

I can't.

Hello, Dean Graves' office.

Yeah, we'll send someone right over.

Daisy?

Admissions just called.

Can you go over

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