SVH05-All Night Long

All Night Long (Sweet Valley High #5)

Francine Pascal

SWEET VALLEY HIGH

All night Long

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All night Long

WRITTEN BY KATE WILLIAM

CREATED BY FRANCINE PASCAL

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Library
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William, Kate. All night long / written by Kate William ; created by Francine Pascal.-ist Laurel-Leaf ed. p. cm.-(Sweet Valley High ; 5) Summary: Elizabeth worries when her twin Jessica sneaks off to a college beach party with her latest boyfriend and stays out all night.

ISBN 978-0-440-42273-0 (pbk.) [1. Conduct of life-Fiction. 2. Twins-Fiction. 3. Sisters-Fiction. 4. High schools-Fiction. 5. Schools-Fiction.] I. Pascal, Francine. II. Title. PZ7.W65549A1 2008 [Fic]-dc22 2008001889

RL: 6

December 2008 Printed in the United States of America 10987654321 First Laurel-Leaf Edition

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CHAPTER
1

"What do you think? I'm going for 'sophisticated celebutante.'"

Jessica Wakefield stood poised before the full-length mirror in her twin sister's bedroom, chin thrown back, her glossy blond hair tumbling over her bare shoulder.

Elizabeth glanced up from her computer, where she was working on her latest entry for her gossip blog, The Insider. She narrowed her blue-green eyes as she took in her sister's heavy makeup and not-so-heavy clothing. The pink minidress she was

wearing was so light, in fact, it was barely even there.

"Sophisticated celebutante? As in those loser girls who are always on the cover of
Us Weekly
for getting arrested or starting fights in clubs or acting like total sluts?" Elizabeth replied.

"Liz-" Jessica rolled her eyes.

"Because if that's what you're going for, you've nailed it," Elizabeth finished, typing another line into her computer. "There's no way Mom's letting you out of the house like that. And didn't she already forbid you to go to this stupid party anyway?"

Jessica inspected her outfit from another angle.

"Well, what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right?"

Elizabeth sighed and sat back in her chair, crossing her arms over her plain navy blue T-shirt. "So, what's your plan this time? Hide that outfit under something that actually covers some skin until you get out the door? Lie about where you're going? Or are you just going to sneak out your window and twist your ankle falling from the eaves again?"

"God! You're such a prude," Jessica complained with a pout.

"Yeah, well, whatever your plan is for tomorrow, don't include me," Elizabeth said. She was so over her sister's antics. For the last sixteen years, Elizabeth had found herself covering for Jessica practically every other day, and as of that day, she was done. Done.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jessica said with an innocent smile--the same dimple-cheeked smile Elizabeth had, though Elizabeth's never looked as fake. "I'm spending the day with Cara tomorrow."

"Right," Elizabeth said sarcastically, glancing at her notes. "Since when does Cara have ill-advised facial hair and drive a black Viper?"

Jessica giggled. "Omigod. Cara would die if she heard you say that! Did you know she's been waxing her lip since seventh grade?"

Elizabeth's eyebrows shot up. Interesting. One of the most popular girls in school with a hidden 'stache? That might be a good tidbit for The Insider. But of course, she'd never be so cruel as to reveal something that one of Jessica's friends had worked so hard to keep secret.

"Come on, Jess. There's no way you're going to be able to hide this from Mom and Dad," Elizabeth

said. "You can hear his car coming from ten miles away. And honestly? I agree with them. Scott is way too old for you."

Elizabeth had first met Scott Daniels the past weekend when he'd come to pick Jessica up at Casa del Sol, where they'd been hanging out with all their friends. It wasn't just his age that bothered Elizabeth. It was the insipid "twice as nice" comment he'd made when Jessica had introduced them-as if Liz hadn't heard that one before. And the way he'd greeted their friends with an indifferent nod, checking the place out as if he was looking for someone better to talk to. Plus he kept spinning his keys around his finger and checking his T-Mobile for texts. It was as if he was already looking forward to his next stop or trying to find someplace cooler to be. Elizabeth was surprised that Jessica, who preferred to be the center of her date's attention at all times, wanted anything to do with the guy.

Except for one thing: Scott was drop-dead gorgeous, even with the scruffy blond stubble around his mouth. Tall and tan, with sun-kissed, shaggy dark blond hair and a smile that could melt a thousand

hearts, he had made all the girls at Casa drool. Even Elizabeth had found him attractive-until he'd opened his mouth. Plus he was a junior at SVU and a member of Delta Epsilon Delta-supposedly the coolest fraternity on campus. Elizabeth couldn't care less about those things, but to Jessica, they were swoonworthy. She'd been head over heels for Scott since they'd met a few weeks before at the beach.

"Please. Could you sound any more like Mom?" Jessica asked, diving into Elizabeth's closet in search of a pair of shoes. "It's the fact that he's older that makes him so perfect," she shouted, her voice muffled as she tossed sandals and flats and sneakers--shoes that had been perfectly organized and stashed away-over her shoulder onto the floor of the bedroom at random. "No stupid, childish games. I am
so
over high school guys!"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. If her sister thought
that
guy was more mature than the boys at SVH, the girl was totally blind. Liz was only four minutes older than her twin, but sometimes she felt it was more like four years.

Jessica had a talent for attracting trouble the way

a magnet attracts metal. And more often than not, Liz was the one she turned to for help when she got in over her head. The problem was that no matter how much Elizabeth protested, Jessica knew that her sister would always end up helping her out. And she took advantage of that whenever she could.

But not this t
ime, Elizabeth thought resolutely.

"This halter top would look so hot with my red skirt," Jessica said, flipping her hair off her face as she emerged from the closet. She held up a scrap of white eyelet fabric. "Can I borrow it?"

"Jess, that's a scarf."

"Yeah, but if you tie it like this, it's a halter top!" Jessica replied, quickly knotting the ends behind her back, over her strapless minidress.

"Uh, if you wear that around Scott, you might as well wear a sign on your forehead that says 'ready and willing,'" Elizabeth told her, hitting the Enter button to send her column to her printer so that she could read it over.

"There's nothing wrong with showing a little skin, Liz," Jessica said. "We're young. We're hot. Why not?"

Elizabeth tried not to gag.

"I mean, seriously, you're totally wasting your bod dressing the way you do," Jessica continued, pulling a pair of Elizabeth's sandals from the pile. "You should play it up more. You could so rock the sexy-librarian look. Now you just look like, you know, a librarian."

Elizabeth laughed as she got up to retrieve her column. "Well, if rocking the sexy-librarian look means attracting guys like Scott, no thanks."

Scott had invited her along to this party his fraternity was throwing on the lake, but she had no interest. She had, in fact, been relieved when her mother had vetoed the whole thing. Everyone had heard about Delta Epsilon Delta's parties, and while most people thought that kind of debauchery was cool, Elizabeth definitely did not. Earlier in the year a couple of girls from the SVH cheerleading squad had crashed the Delta house on the night of one of their raves and had quickly discovered that they were overdressed. The rave had a pajama party-theme. All the guys had been in boxers and all the girls had been in nighties and all the furniture had been replaced with mattresses. Unsurprisingly, the

whole thing had gotten seriously out of control, especially with all the beer that had been flowing.

A beach party at the lake in the middle of the day sounded innocent by comparison, but with the Delta crowd, anything was possible.

"Well, whatever," Jessica said. "I like Scott and I like his friends and I'm not going to let Mom's arbitrary rules stop me from having fun. Unlike some people I know."

"Even if it means getting caught and getting grounded for the rest of your life?" Elizabeth asked.

"How am I going to get caught?" Jessica untied the scarf and tossed it onto Elizabeth's impeccably made bed. "I have the perfect alibi. Mom thinks I'm driving up the coast with Cara's family for the day. It's all set."

"And Mom believed that?"

Jessica flashed her innocent smile once again.

"Why wouldn't she? Would this face ever lie?"

"Urn, only all the time!" Elizabeth said with a laugh.

"Well, I didn't lie. Not really. I just rearranged the truth," Jessica said, shrugging. "I told Mom that Cara had
invited
me to go along. I didn't exactly say I was
going."

"Oh my God. You don't really think that's going to get you out of this if they catch you, do you?" Elizabeth asked.

Jessica's eyes flashed. "You know something? I think you're jealous."

"Of what? Of you and Scott? You've got to be kidding," Elizabeth said, dropping her pages onto her desk. "He is so not my type."

"Please! You don't even know him!" Jessica retorted.

"That's the point! Neither do you!" Elizabeth replied, raising her voice to match Jessica's. "What if things get out of hand up at the lake? How are you going to get home? Those people are all
his
friends, not yours."

"I can take care of myself," Jessica announced sullenly.

"The way you took care of yourself with Rick Andover?" Elizabeth shot back.

Not that long before, Jessica, thinking she could "take care of" herself, had gone out with Rick Andover, a guy whose reputation was just as bad as Delta Epsilon Delta's. She had ended up nearly getting killed in a drag race and had been escorted home by the police.

Jessica's face turned blotchy and red. "I cannot believe you'd throw that in my face!" she spat. "You know how traumatizing that was for me!"

"You're right. I do. So how can you forget it so quickly?" Elizabeth replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

Jessica turned away from her sister, silently fuming. She bent down and grabbed Elizabeth's sandals, then yanked the scarf from her bed.

"Whatever. Rick is in the past. Lesson learned. Scott is nothing like him."

Elizabeth felt a thump of foreboding. There was definite uncertainly in her sister's voice. Liz took a deep breath and decided to change the subject before the conversation got completely out of hand. Maybe if she tried another tack...

"What about the test, Jess?" she asked. "How do you expect to pass it if you're out partying the day before?"

The test for the tour guide license was scheduled for the day after the party. If Elizabeth and Jessica passed, they would both land part-time jobs as tour guides the next summer, spending their days showing tourists around the beautiful coastline of Sweet

Valley. It was something they had both been planning to do since they were little, and Elizabeth knew it wouldn't be nearly as much fun without Jessica.

"I'll take care of the test, if you promise not to tell Mom," Jessica replied.

Elizabeth shook her head. "I'm not promising anything. If she asks me, I'm not going to lie."