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Authors: Melissa de La Cruz

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Beach Lane

BOOK: Beach Lane
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table of contents

chapter 1
port authority, take one: eliza experiences public transportation

chapter 2
port authority, take two: mara is definitely not a new yorker

chapter 3
jfk baggage claim: jacqui picks up more than her luggage

chapter 4
liza tells a couple of not-so-white lies

chapter 5
mara discovers the rules for hamptons travel

chapter 6
somewhere on the montauk highway: jacqui can really hold her liquor

chapter 7
east hampton, new york: god, eliza missed this

chapter 8
ryan perry is adonis in board shorts

chapter 9
mara is the odd girl out on lily pond lane

chapter 10
this is what “let’s burn the money to keep warm” looks like

chapter 11
don’t worry, girls, this is a partnership

chapter 12
where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire

chapter 13
main beach: you can only keep eliza down for so long

chapter 14
resort is the hottest party in the hamptons. at least until next week.

chapter 15
back at the beach, mara got blown off so eliza could blow out her hair

chapter 16
back at resort, jacqui certainly has an eye for fabrics

chapter 17
eliza is red, white, and definitely blue

chapter 18
a blistering day at the beach

chapter 19
the girls have finally learned how to locate the fridge under all that french cabinetry

chapter 20
the best way to find out a secret? a bottle of grey goose and a game of truth

chapter 21
mara’s got something special about her. it’s called being nice.

chapter 22
there’s never a dress code if you’re cute enough

chapter 23
you call this progress?

chapter 24
tanning is eliza’s favorite sport

chapter 25
eliza gives the gardener a free show

chapter 26
main street, east hampton: that’s why they invented credit cards

chapter 27
contrary to queer eye logic, not all gay men dress well

chapter 28
somewhere in the sticks (aka hampton bays), jacqui is getting in touch with her feelings

chapter 29
ryan finds out mara is full of surprises

chapter 30
eliza’s postmortem brunch of pancakes and page six

chapter 31
prima donnas got nothing on these girls

chapter 32
at the mercedes-benz polo match, not all the cute boys are loaded

chapter 33
there is some pain even bacardi 151 can’t numb

chapter 34
jacqui knows that the best way to get over somebody is to get under someone else

chapter 35
mara finally gets a backbone

chapter 36
ryan isn’t exactly having breakfast in bed, but . . .

chapter 37
eliza is learning a lot this summer, like the atkins diet isn’t worth it

chapter 38
jacqui is still testing out that brazilian saying

chapter 39
mara finally orders the right kind of drink

chapter 40
ryan gets schooled

chapter 41
these girls aren’t as predictable as they look

chapter 42
poor little not-so-rich girl

chapter 43
the only good thing anna perry has ever said

chapter 44
ryan calls a very important meeting in the hot tub

chapter 45
eliza always gets what she wants, even if she doesn’t want it anymore

chapter 46
jacqui has always been smarter than you’d think

chapter 47
eliza teaches jeremy the o.c. drinking game

chapter 48
luke and leo are rich white boys who think they’re straight outta compton

chapter 49
mara can’t keep her clothes on

chapter 50
when arguing naked, be careful how emphatically you talk

chapter 51
vacation is never long enough, is it?

chapter 52
everything is getting progressively worse

chapter 53
that money is burning a hole in eliza’s stella bag

chapter 54
someday mara will have saved enough to buy her own country

chapter 55
jacqui just might win her own bet

chapter 56
super saturday is turning out to be not so super after all

chapter 57
jacqui is not a chick gone crazy

chapter 58
sometimes people actually forget that the hamptons is long island

chapter 59
eliza, mara, and jacqui find the best part of the hamptons

chapter 60
mara finally makes her move

chapter 61
eliza goes to montauk for the first time all summer

chapter 62
mara finds happiness in a hammock

chapter 63
jacqui is a miracle worker

chapter 64
the second-best thing anna ever said

chapter 65
p. diddy knows how to throw a party

chapter 66
it pays to tip the valet well

chapter 67
it’s called karma

chapter 68
it’s the last night of summer, but it’s the first night for other things


For Papa and Mommy. For Chito. For Aina, Steve, and Nico. Because being with my family is the best vacation there is.

For Kim DeMarco and David Carthas, the coolest people in the Hamptons.

For my husband, Mike, with whom every day is a day at the beach.

There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald,
The Great Gatsby

“It’s all about the Benjamins, baby.”

—P. Diddy,
No Way Out


For four energetic children
between 3 and 10 years old.

Join a NYC family for the
best summer of your life in

East Hampton, July 4–Labor Day.

Pay: $10,000.00

Driver’s license a must.
Familiarity with the Hamptons a plus.

Send resumes and head shots to

[email protected]

port authority, take one: eliza experiences public transportation

in her entire life. She was sitting in the back of a Greyhound bus, sandwiched between the particularly fragrant bathroom and an overfriendly seatmate who was using Eliza’s shoulder as a headrest. The old bag in the Stars and Stripes T-shirt had little bubbles of spit forming on her lips. Eliza took a moment to pity herself. Seriously, how hard could it have been for her parents to spring for a ticket on Jet Blue?

The nightmare had begun a year ago, when some people started looking into her dad’s “accounting practices” at the bank and dug up some “misdirected funds.” Several details had been leaked—the papers had a field day with the thousand-dollar umbrella stand on his expense reports. The lawyer bills added up quickly, and soon even the maintenance on their five-bedroom, five-bath co-op was just too much.

The Thompsons sold their “cottage” in Amagansett—which was actually the size of an airplane hangar—to pay their mounting legal
expenses. Next they sold their beachfront condo in Palm Beach. And then one afternoon Eliza came home from Spence, her elite all-girls private school (which counted none other than Gwynnie Paltrow as an alum), to find her maid packing her bedroom into boxes. The next thing she knew, she was living in a crappy two-bedroom in Buffalo and enrolled at Herbert Hoover High, while her parents shared a ten-year-old Honda Civic. Forget AP classes. Forget early admission to Princeton. Forget that year abroad in Paris.

Her parents had told everyone they were simply going to go recover from it all “upstate in the country,” though no one had any idea how far upstate they had really gone. To Manhattanites, there’s as big a difference between the Catskills and Buffalo as there is between Chanel Couture and Old Navy.

But thank God for rich brats. The call from Kevin Perry had come just yesterday—he was looking for a summer au pair and could Eliza make it to the Hamptons by sunset? Kevin Perry’s law firm had been instrumental in keeping her dad out of the Big House, so he was one of the only people that really knew about their situation. The au pair job was her one-way ticket out of godforsaken Buffalo; so what if she had to work for old friends of her family? At least she wouldn’t have to show up for work at the Buffalo Galleria on Monday. The girl who used to have personal shoppers at Bergdorfs had come this close to waiting on pimply classmates determined to squeeze themselves into two-sizes-too-small, cheap-ass polyester spandex. She shuddered at the thought.

The woman next to her grunted and exhaled. Eliza discreetly
spritzed the air with her signature tuberose perfume to camouflage the offensive stank. She fiddled with her right earring, a diamond that was part of the pair Charlie Borshok had given her for her sixteenth birthday. Eliza wasn’t sentimental, but she still wore them despite breaking up with him more than six months ago. She’d done it in self-defense, really: how do you explain Buffalo and bankruptcy to the sole heir of a multi-million-dollar pharmaceutical fortune? She’d loved Charlie as much as she knew how, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him or anyone else about exactly how much they’d lost. It was almost like if she said it out loud, it would make it true. So Eliza was determined to make sure no one ever found out. She didn’t know how she was going to cover it up exactly, but she was sure she’d come up with something. She always did, after all.

Take today, for example. So, fine, she was on the Manhattan-bound Greyhound, but she’d already found a way to get out of taking the Jitney to the Hamptons. She was relying on Kit to take her, just like he’d always done before. Sure, she could spend four hours in a glorified bus (and hello, the Jitney was a bus even with its exclusive name)—but why should she when Kit drove his sweet little Mercedes CLK convertible out of the city every Summer Friday just like clockwork? All she needed to do was hitch a ride. She and Kit had grown up across the hall from each other—they were practically siblings. Good old Kit. She was looking forward to seeing him again—she was looking forward to seeing everyone who was anyone again.

* * *

The bus pulled into the yawning chasm of the Port Authority and discharged its passengers under a grimy concrete slab. Eliza shouldered her Vuitton carryall (the only one her mom let her keep from her formerly extensive collection) and walked as fast as she could to get away from the awful place.

She looked around at the sprawling bus station, wrinkling her nose at the blinding fluorescent lights, the holiday rush of the crowd on their way to the 34
Street piers for the fireworks, the pockets of pasty-faced tourists holding American flags and scanning LIRR timetables. Was this how the other half lived? Pushing and pulling and running and catching trains? Ugh. She’d never had to take public transportation in her life. She’d almost missed the bus that morning before she realized it might actually have the temerity to leave without her.

Life had always waited for and waited on Eliza. She never even wore a wristwatch. Why bother? The party never started till she arrived. Eliza was dimpled, gorgeous and blond, blessed with the kind of cover girl looks that paradise resort brochures were made of. All she needed to complete the picture was a dark tan and a gold lavaliere necklace. The tan would happen—she’d hit Flying Point and slather on the Ombrelle, and, well, the lavaliere was tacky anyway.

She wandered for a while in a bit of a daze, looking for exit signs, annoyed at all the plebian commotion. A harried soccer mom with a fully loaded stroller elbowed her aside, throwing her onto a brunette girl who was standing in the middle of the station, holding a map.

“Oh, gee, I’m so sorry,” the girl said, helping Eliza back to her feet.

Eliza scowled but mumbled a reluctant, “It’s okay,” even though it hadn’t been the girl’s fault that she had fallen.

“Excuse me—do you know where the . . .?” the girl asked, but Eliza had already dashed off to the nearest exit.

On 42
Street, horns honked in futile protest at the usual gridlock. A long, serpentine line for the few yellow cabs snaked down the block, but Eliza felt exultant. She was back in New York! Her city! She savored the smog-filled air. She hoped idly that she would make it in time. She didn’t really have a backup plan in mind. But the one thing she loved about Kit was how predictable he was.

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