"So that brings me back to the dream. I was there again, but this time, I was him. Beating some little kid, wasted out of my mind. I think the dream has to do with when I came home from that party, drunk. It scared the hell out of me, Camber. I don't want to be like him." His voice is down to a whisper, tears falling...
Vivianne doesn't have a very interesting life. She is tired of anything school related and there isn't much that makes her smile. Except for dance. She loves the feeling she gets when she moves in time to the music, twirling, spinning, twisting. But she has never danced in front of anyone before. Every week she visits...
They are the elite: the people to be, the group to be a part of. They are The Ivy League. When sarcastic, headstrong Courtney Meyers receives an invitation to join them, nothing is ever the same again. Laughter, tears, obnoxious pranks, love and betrayal; with Courtney, every moment is one to remember.