gossip girl 11 英文-第30章

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crumbling　apartment　eating　Rufus？s　disgusting　leftovers　and　talking　in　half…sentences　but　
understanding　exactly　what　the　other　was　saying。　

？Honestly；？　Jenny　went　on；　？you　don？t　seem　very　gay　to　me。？　？Idon？t　？？　Dan　grabbed　her　
freckled　shoulder。　

　？Sorry。？　She　shrugged。　

Across　the　room　Aaron　and　Vanessa　were　flirting　mercilessly。　Dan　was　practically　dying　to　go　
over　there　and　punch　the　guy　out。　Jenny　was　right？hewas　jealous。　He　wasn？t　gay；　despite　what　his　
mom　and　everyone　else　in　the　world　seemed　to　think。　When　he？d　kissed　Greg；　he？d　been　drunk　
and　confused。　Actually　he　hadn？t　even　beenawake　for　part　of　it。　

He　frowned；　not　sure　what　to　do　now　that　he　wasn？t　gay　anymore。　

Jenny　poked　him　in　the　gut。　？So　talk　to　her；　you　idiot！？　she　squealed　excitedly。　？Get　her　away　
from　that　boy　so　I　can　flirt　with　him。？　Dan　gave　his　brilliant　little　sister　a　quick　kiss　on　the　cheek。　
Across　the　room；　Vanessa？s　face　was　flushed　and　gorgeous　in　the　museum？s　soft　light。　Despite　the　


vodka　sloshing　around　in　his　head；　everything　was　finally　pletely　clear。　He　didn？t　want　to　
justtalk　to　Vanessa；　he　wanted　tobe　with　her。　He　loved　her　because　she　wasVanessa？his　Vanessa。　
And　he　was　going　to　get　her　back。　

Dan　crossed　the　room　determinedly；　his　gaze　fixed　on　her。　She　looked　so　beautiful；　teetering　
unsteadily　in　her　glittery　blue　heels。　He　wanted　to　be　there　to　catch　her　if　she　fell。　He　marched　past　
table　after　table；　knocking　over　drinks　and　stepping　on　people？s　toes。　

It　felt　like　it　took　years　for　him　to　finally　reach　her。　？So；　how　about　a　dance？？　Aaron　was　saying；　
holding　his　hand　out　to　her。　

Dan　reached　out　and　grabbed　her　hand　instead。　？Excuse　me；　but　if　she？s　going　to　dance；　I？d　
rather　it　was　with　me。？　Vanessa？s　chocolate　brown　eyes　grew　huge。　？Dan？you？re　here。？　？I？m　
sorry；　Aaron；？　Dan　apologized　with　a　slow　smile；　his　eyes　never　leaving　Vanessa？s　face。　？But　I　
need　her　for　a　minute。　Actually；　longer　than　that。？　Aaron　stared　momentarily　and　then　kissed　
Vanessa　wistfully　on　the　cheek。　？Take　care。？　He　nodded　to　both　of　them　as　he　took　off　for　the　bar。　

Dan？s　arms　circled　Vanessa？s　waist。You？re　beautiful；　I？m　not　gay；　I　love　you；　I　want　you　back。　
He　was　about　to　say　all　of　it　in　a　big；　confused　rush；　but　then　Vanessa　kissed　him　on　the　lips；　a　
long；　lingering；　very　ungay　kiss　full　of　promises　and　apologies。　

？I　know；？　she　murmured；　holding　him。　He　brushed　his　chin　over　the　top　of　her　prickly　head　and　
smiled　happily。　The　best　part　was；　they　were　still　roommates；　if　only　for　one　more　night。　

Looks　like　someone？s　not　going　to　get　much　sleep　tonight。　

nothing　like　a　little　father…son　bonding　

Nate　stood　at　the　mostly　undiscovered　bar　under　the　enormous　main　staircase；　as　far　from　the　
other　partygoers　as　he　could　get。　A　toga…toting　bartender　poured　amber　liquid　into　his　empty　glass　
for　the　hundredth　time　that　night。　Things　were　crazy　tonight；　so　he　might　as　well　make　them　even　
crazier。　And　if　drinking　didn？t　work；　he　was　going　to　go　out　and　sit　on　the　steps　of　the　Met　and　
smoke　all　six　of　the　emergency　joints　in　his　pocket。　

Old　habits　die　hard。　

He　raised　his　glass　to　take　another　slug　and　felt　a　big　slap　on　his　back；　causing　him　to　nearly　
choke。　He　turned　to　see　his　father　standing　right　beside　him。　

？There　you　are。？　The　Captain　was　wearing　his　custom…made　English　double…breasted　tuxedo；　a　
black　satin　bow　tie　set　at　his　throat；　his　gray　hair　neatly　bed　back　from　his　aristocratic　face。　He　


set　his　empty　champagne　glass　down　on　the　bar　next　to　Nate？s。　

？Well；　I　hear　someone？s　bailed　you　out？as　usual；？　the　Captain　proclaimed。　？You？re　one　lucky　
boy。　Do　you　know　that？？　

Nate　ran　his　hands　through　his　hair；　nodding　mechanically。　Leave　it　to　his　dad　to　reduce　him　to　a　
drunken　asshole　with　no　dick。　

？Though　I　suppose　I　shouldn？t　give　Lady　Luck　all　the　credit　for　your　good　fortune。You？ve　got　
one　industrious　girl…friend；？　his　father　remarked。　？You　don？t　deserve　her。？　Nate　blushed　and　
looked　at　his　feet。　He　knew　his　dad　was　right？hehadn？t　done　a　goddamn　thing　to　deserve　getting　
back　into　Yale？he？d　simply　been　lucky。　Lucky　that　he　had　a　girlfriend　who　didn？t　give　up　until　
she　got　her　way。　Lucky　thatshe　had　a　father　who　was　on　the　board　of　trustees。　

Blair　sidestepped　one　of　the　Adonises　as　she　walked　over；　her　azure　dress　floating　around　her　like　
waves。　Through　the　window　behind　her；　Nate　could　see　the　cars　flying　down　Fifth　Avenue；　some　
of　them　slowing　as　they　passed　the　gala　happening　inside。　

？Blair；　darling。？　The　Captain　slipped　an　arm　around　Blair？s　tiny　shoulders。　？I　was　just　telling　my　
ungrateful　son　here　that　he　doesn？t　deserve　you。？　He　cracked　a　smile。　Nate　hated　it　when　his　
father　tried　to　be　charming？especially　when　it　was　at　his　expense。　

？That？s　true。？　Blair？s　blue　eyes　sparkled　with　mischief。　？But　he　knows　that。？　She　slipped　her　
arm　through　Nate？s　and　rested　her　head　on　his　shoulder。　It　occurred　to　Nate　that　she？d　e　to　
rescue　him　from　his　father。　He　reallydidn？t　deserve　her。　

？This　calls　for　a　toast；？　Captain　Archibald　announced　jovially；　picking　up　two　champagne　flutes　
filled　with　golden　liquid　from　the　bar　and　handing　one　each　to　Nate　and　Blair　before　raising　his　
own　glass。　？You？re　Yalies　now。？　The　

Captain　motioned　in　their　direction　with　his　full　glass。　？Here？s　to　the　navy　blue！？　Nate　opened　
his　mouth　to　say　something；　anything；　but　nothing　came　out。　A　Yalie？　He　certainly　didn？t　feel　like　
one。　？You　know；　Dad；？　he　began；　choosing　his　words　carefully；　？I　wanted　to　thank　you　for　
introducing　me　to　Chips？er；　Captain　Chips。？　He　paused　to　swallow　a　gulp　of　champagne。　？He　
really　taught　me　a　lot　about　being　a　man　。　。　。　and　uh　。　。　。　thinking　with　your　。　。　。　you　know。？　Blair　
nodded　distractedly；　and　Nate　followed　her　gaze？she　was　staring　at　Chuck　Bass；　of　all　people。　
Nate　was　about　to　be　jealous　when　he　noticed　that　Chuck　was　standing　with　a　nerdy　blond　
spectacled　kid　in　a　too…small　tux；　his　orange…and…blue　monkey…patterned　socks　exposed　above　his　
scuffed　loafers。　Chuck　was　holding　his　chattering；　screeching　monkey　up　to　an　enormous；　ancient　
mirror　so　the　monkey　could　admire　his　tuxedo　and　hot　pink　bow　tie　identical　to　Chuck？s。　Wow。　
And　Nate　thoughthe　had　problems。　

Nate　turned　away　and　searched　his　father？s　face　for　some　kind　of　recognition　or　understanding；　
but　Captain　Archibald　seemed　oblivious　to　what　Nate　was　trying　to　say。　


His　father　smiled　and　clinked　glasses　with　Nate　again。　？I？m　glad　it　helped；　son。You　certainly　are　
one　lucky　kid；？　he　repeated；　looking　at　Blair　appreciatively。　Blair　giggled　and　squeezed　Nate？s　
hand。　Nate　just　buried　his　nose　in　his　champagne。　

Glug；　glug；　glug。　

？Nathaniel！？　He　heard　someone　call　from　behind　him　and　turned　around　to　see　his　mother　
approach　from　the　neighboring　Egyptian　exhibit。　She　wore　bright　red　lipstick；　a　red　poppy　in　her　
dark　hair；　and　a　sweeping　red　gown　that　looked　like　it　had　e　straight　from　the　set　
ofCarmen　。　？Darling；？　she　cooed　in　her　French　accent；　kissing　her　son　on　either　cheek。　？Your　
father？s　told　me　the　good　news。　I？m　so　glad。　But　I？m　afraid　we　can？t　stay　to　celebrate？we？re　off　
to　the　opera。？　Throughout　Nate？s　life；　his　mom　had　spent　more　time　shopping　and　attending　the　
opera　or　a　gala　to　benefit　the　opera　than　she　had　with　her　only　son；　leaving　precious　little　to　talk　
about。　Once　a　year；　at　Christmas　time；　she　met　him　for　a　drink　at　the　bar　in　the　Carlyle　Hotel；　
where　she？d　attempt　to　pry　into　his　love　life。　It　was　totally　embarrassing。　

？I？m　so　。　。　。　glad　you？re　glad；　Mom；？　he　responded　lamely。　？Congratulations；mon　cherie　。？　His　
mother　gave　him　another　kiss；　squeezing　his　hand　before　she　dragged　the　Captain　away　to　their　
waiting　town　car。　

Nate　turned　to　Blair；　ready　to　confess　to　her　how　confused　and　freaked　out　he　felt；　but　she　was　
chatting　with　the　bartender　while　he　tried　pathetically　to　get　her　number。　Maybe　Blair　had　bigger　
balls　than　he　did；　but　she　couldn？t　figure　this　out　for　him。　No　one　could。　

Except　maybe　that　joint　in　his　pocket。　

this　is　your　life；　b。　。　。　。　

Eleanor　Waldorf　Rose　stood　on　the　landing　of　the　Met？s　great　staircase；　a　tiny　silver　microphone　
in　one　hand。　The　gold　sequins　of　her　gown　glittered　in　the　spotlight；　casting　a　disco…ball　effect　
across　the　Met？s　Great　Hall。　Blair　thought　she　looked　like　a　seventies…era　Statue　of　Liberty。　

？Hello　everyone；？　she　chirped；　beaming　at　the　collection　of　partygoers　who　had　been　shuffled　
from　the　Ancient　Greek　room　into　the　Met？s　impressive　entryway。　？I　hope　you？re　having　a　good　
time！？　？We　are！？　Cyrus　cheered　from　his　perch　on　the　steps　below。　He　raised　his　nearly　empty　
glass；　his　eyes　bulging　idiotically。　Blair　sank　a　little　lower　in　the　thronelike　seat　Davita　had　
provided　for　her　next　to　a　table　adorned　with　special　gold…flecked　Magnolia　cupcakes。　She　could　
tell　things　were　about　to　get　extremely　embarrassing。　

？I　can？t　believe　all　of　you　wonderful　children　are　leaving　for　college　tomorrow；？　Eleanor　gushed　


into　the　microphone。　？It　seems　like　just　yesterday　that　we　were　dropping　you　off　at　preschool！　
And　now　you？re　all　grown　up。？　

The　crowd　cheered　wildly。　The　anticipation　of　be