gossip girl 11 英文-第18章

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Um　。　。　。　because　technically　he？sBlair？s　boyfriend？　

？Yesterday？　I　don？t　remember　what　I　was　doing；？　she　finally　answered；　looking　up　into　Blair？s　
impassive　face　and　narrowed　eyes。　Blair　grabbed　a　black　satin　Dior　dress　and　fingered　the　price　
tag。　？I　think　I　just　forgot　to　turn　my　phone　back　on？and　then　by　the　time　I　got　your　messages；　it　
was　too　late。？　The　haute　couture　department　of　Barneys　was　spare　and　intimidating。　Light　wafted　
in　through　floor…to…ceiling　windows；　warming　the　dark　wood　floor。　Not　a　salesperson　was　in　
sight？Barneys　prided　themselves　on　their　aloof；　unpushy　sales　staff　who　turned　out　to　be　
enormously　helpful；　but　only　when　called　upon。　That　was　one　of　the　reasons　the　girls　liked　the　
store　so　much。　It　was　their　home　away　from　home。　

？Huh。？　Blair　turned　and　walked　at　a　brisk　clip　across　the　floor；　her　flat；　delicate　Dolce　&　
Gabbana　silver　sandals　barely　making　a　sound。　？Talk　to　Nate　lately？？　？No；？　Serena　answered　
quickly。　？Not　at　all。？　Blair　ran　her　hands　along　a　pile　of　electric…orange…and…robin？s…egg…blue　TSE　
cashmere　sweaters。　Was　it　just　her；　or　was　Serena　acting　a　little　jumpy？　She　wondered　if　Nate　had　
told　Serena　about　not　graduating　and　not　going　to　Yale　and　otherwise　ruining　Blair？s　life。　？You　
sure？？　She　pushed。　

？Not　since；　um；　we　did　the　slide…show　stuff　that　day　you　caught　us。？　Serena　laughed　awkwardly　
and　turned　to　rifle　through　the　colorful　Missoni　knit　dresses　behind　her。　

Blair　squinted　distrustfully　at　the　back　of　Serena？s　blond　head；　trying　to　read　her　possibly　evil；　
maybe　lying；　definitely…in…love　with　Nate　thoughts。　？Well；　you　missed　Vanessa　Abrams　getting　
one　hot　makeover　yesterday。　You　should　really　keep　your　phone　on；？　she　finally　said　to　her　
back。　？I？m　going　back　to　look　at　the　Prada　dresses。？　Serena　followed　Blair；　trying　to　match　her　
quick　steps。　？Vanessa　got　a　makeover？　How　e？？　Serena　asked；　grateful　for　the　opportunity　to　
change　the　subject。　She　stopped　on　the　opposite　side　of　the　rack　from　Blair　and　started　flipping　
through　the　chocolate…　and　mocha…colored　Prada　bubble　dresses　Blair　had　already　passed　over。　

？Her　sister？s　getting　married　this　weekend。？　Blair　lifted　her　eyes　from　the　white　silk　Prada　dress　
she　was　fingering。　？And；　you　know？sometimes　people　just　need　a　change。？　Serena　bent　down　and　
tried　to　make　eye　contact　through　a　gap　in　the　dresses。　There　was　something　else　she　was　feeling　
guilty　about　not　telling　Blair。　？Speaking　of　changes？there？s　something　I　need　to　tell　you；？　she　said　
quietly。　

Blair　pushed　her　hair　off　her　shoulders　and　straightened　the　straps　of　her　white　Nation　tank　
top。　？I　already　know　about　Nate；？　she　snapped。　？You　don？t　have　to　hide　it　from　me。？　？Youdo　？？　
Serena　gripped　a　plush　hanger　with　both　hands。Blair　knew　about　her　and　Nate？　

？Of　course　I　do。？　Blair　squinted；　irritated　that　Serena　would　think　for　a　second　that　Nate　would　
not　tellher　；　his　girlfriend。　？I　cannot　fucking　believe　he？s　not　going　to　Yale。　Repeating　senior　year。　
He？s　totally　retarded；？　she　spat。　

？Oh。？　Serena　looked　at　Blair；　her　navy　blue　eyes　wide。　That　was　a　close　call。　？Oh！　I　mean　


that？s　。　。　。　that　is　awful。　But　that？s　not　what　I　was　going　to　say。　。　。　。？　Her　voice　trailed　off；　her　heart　
thumping　hard　against　her　rib　cage。　

Blair　pulled　a　Lauren　Moffatt　houndstooth…print　tunic　over　her　head　and　looked　at　her　reflection　
in　the　mirror。　Serena　stood　behind　her；　standing　almost　a　full　head　taller　and　looking　nervous。　She　
twirled　a　long　blond　lock　around　her　finger。　Blair　wondered　if　Serena　was　finally　going　to　confess　
to　her　about　her　love　letter　to　Nate。　Well；　it　was　about　time。　Then　Blair　could　forgive　her　and　they　
could　go　off　to　Yale；　best　friends　forever；　and　put　all　this　behind　them。　Even　if　Nate　had　to　stay　in　
the　city；　at　least　she？d　have　Serena？and　at　least　Serena　would　be　far；　far　away　from　him。　Blair　took　
a　deep　breath　and　prepared　herself　to　try　and　forgive　her　best　friend。　

？What　is　it　then？？　She　moved　on　to　the　Diane　von　Furstenberg　dresses　Serena　was　practically　
hiding　behind。　

？I？m　not　going　to　Yale　either；？　Serena　admitted　sheepishly　as　she　fingered　a　wildly　patterned　
wrap　dress；　avoiding　Blair？s　eyes。　？I？m　going　to　defer　for　a　year　so　I　can　do　some　more　
acting。？Excuse　me？　Blair　felt　like　her　brain　was　on　fire。Not　going　to　Yale；　not　going　to　Yale　？the　
words　spun　around　and　around　in　her　head　until　she　thought　she　might　pass　out。　First　Nate；　now　
Serena？　She　dropped　the　yellow　DVF　chiffon　gown　she？d　been　holding。　The　light　silk　fluttered　
soundlessly　to　the　floor。　

？You？rewhat　？？　Blair　demanded　in　disbelief；　shaking　her　head　from　side　to　side　like　she　had　
water　in　her　ears。　

？I？m　just　。　。　。　not　going。？　Serena　shrugged。　？I？m　going　to　stay　in　New　York　and　shoot　the　sequel　
toBreakfast　at　Fred？s。　？　Serena　was　staying　in　New　York？With　Nate？　Blair　felt　the　ground　start　to　
wobble　beneath　her。　

Just　then　a　group　of　tourists　passed　by；　squealing　and　pointing　at　Serena；　cameras　hanging　around　
their　necks。　The　crowd　engulfed　both　girls；　and　Blair　was　rudely　shoved　out　of　the　way　by　a　sharp；　
jabby　elbow。　They　surrounded　Serena　in　a　mob。　

？Thank　you。？　Serena　blushed　as　she　signed　one　of　the　tourist？s　matchbooks　from　Fred？s；　
Barneys？　ninth…floor　restaurant；　about　to　bee　even　more　famous　because　of　her　new　film。　

Blair　watched　as　Serena　signed　one　autograph　after　another；　bowing　her　head　humbly　and　
graciously　without　so　much　as　a　glance　in　Blair？s　direction。　How　could　Serena　drop　a　bomb　like　
that　and　then　move　onto　her　worshippers；　pletely　ignoring　her？　Blair　seethed；　manically　
twirling　her　ruby　ring　around　her　middle　finger；　as　the　crowd　around　Serena　grew。　A　man　dressed　
in　an　avocado…and…vermillion　seersucker　suit　kissed　Serena？s　hand；　and　a　suburban　mom　took　her　
picture　with　her　Nikon　Elph。　Next　year　Blair　would　be　just　another　freshman　at　college；　and　
Serena　would　be　。　。　。　a　movie　star。　A　movie　star　living　in　the　same　city　asher　boyfriend。　How　could　
she　ever　pete？　


Her　sandals　hit　the　floor　with　a　rude　slapping　sound　as　she　turned　her　back　on　Serena　and　her　
idiotic　adoring　fans。　Damn　Barneys。　Damn　Serena。　She　was　getting　the　hell　out　of　town；　but　no　
fucking　way　was　she　leaving　Nate　behind。　

That？s　what　we？ve　always　loved　about　her？the　angrier　she　gets；　the　more　ingenious　she　is。　

who？s　your　daddy？　

Blair　sat　in　the　half…packed　bedroom；　surrounded　by　overstuffed　trunks　and　clutter　so　deep　that　
the　pee…stained　sea…grass　mats　on　the　floor　were　only　a　faint　memory。　She　stared　at　the　mess；　her　
whole　body　shaking。　Serena　wasn？t　going　to　Yale　with　her。　She　was　staying　here　in　New　York　for　
another　year　with　。　。　。　Nate？　No　way　was　Blair　was　going　to　leave　both　of　them　alone　in　the　same　
city　next　year？she？d　rather　stab　herself　in　the　eye　with　the　stiletto　heel　of　one　of　her　new　Fendi　
boots。　

　Ouch。　

A　pile　of　T…shirts　fell　off　of　the　bed　and　landed　on　the　floor　with　a　soft　thud　as　she　angrily　flailed　
around。　She　yanked　her　shoes　off　and　threw　them　angrily　at　the　wall；　needing　to　hear　an　even　
louder　sound。　How　could　Nate　resist　Serena　when　she　was　a　huge　star；　and　right　here　in　the　same　
city　with　him？No　。　It　simply　could　not　happen。　

She　reached　for　her　cell　and　held　down　speed　dial　number　4。　Number　1　was　911　for　an　
emergency；　which　this　was；　but　whatever；　number　2　was　for　Serena？definitely　not　who　she　was　
looking　for　right　now；　and　number　3　was　for　Nate；　the　pletely　effed…up　love　of　her　life。　

？H…Hello？？　the　male　voice　sounded　waterlogged　with　sleep。　

？Daddy；　it？s　me。？　Blair　spoke　tentatively。　If　she　was　going　to　get　what　she　wanted　from　him；　
she？d　need　to　tread　lightly。　？I？m　sorry？did　I　wake　you？？　She　made　her　voice　small。　There　was　a　
long　pause；　and　she　could　hear　sheets　rustling　and　the　click　of　a　light　being　turned　on　halfway　
around　the　world。　

？Of　course　you　woke　me；　Blair…Bear？it？s　four　a。m。　here。？　Her　father　sounded　slightly　
annoyed？not　to　mention　sleep…deprived。　The　sound　of　the　two　babies　wailing　in　the　background　
reached　her　ear。　She　rolled　her　eyes　in　disdain。　

？Well；　it？simportant；　？　she　whined。　

？I？m　sure　that　it　is；？　Harold　Waldorf　said　with　a　sigh。　？But　important　things　are　happening　over　
here　too。　Giles　has　been　up　all　night　with　the　twins？just　the　nastiest　case　of　colic。　We　tried　this　


fabulous　new　vaporizer；　but　nothing　is　working。？　There　was　a　pause；　and　Blair　could　hear　the　
guttural　cooing　of　a　baby　over　the　line。　

？I？m　sorry　I　didn？t　tell　you　about　the　twins　before　now；　honey。　But　it　was　kind　of　a　
spur…of…the…moment　acquisition。？　He　chuckled；　and　Blair　could　hear　one　of　the　sniveling　brats　
cooing　again。　？But　let　me　tell　you；　it　was　the　best　one　I？ve　ever　made。？　Burberry　baby　bib：　fifty　
dollars。　Herm？s　Pacifier：　six　hundred　dollars。　Cambodian　babies：　priceless。　

？Blair；？　her　father　cooed　over　the　din　of　baby…speak；　？Ping　would　like　to　say　hello？say　hi　to　your　
new　little　brother！？　She　heard　a　rustling　sound　as　the　little　monster　was　held　up　to　the　phone；　and　
then　a　series　of　gurgling　noises　that　sounded　like　the　baby　was　drowning　in　its　own　spit。　？Pong　is　
still　sleeping；　but　when　she　wakes　up　she？ll　say　hi　too。？　Blair　rolled　h