gossip girl 7 英文-第13章

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Belgian　beer　out　of　crystal　beer　steins。　In　the　aft　of　the　boat　the　lazy　music　of　one　of　Nate's　mom's　
French　jazz　CDs　wafted　out　of　Bose　waterproof　speakers。　

〃Want　one？〃　Lexie　added。　〃I　can　climb　up。〃　

For　a　moment；　Nate　didn't　respond。　He　shifted　his　gaze　to　the　brightly　lit　Coney　Island　Ferris　
wheel；　turning　slowly　round　and　round　across　the　twinkling；　greenish…brown　water。　

He　was　pretty　sure　he　didn't　want　Lexie　to　join　him　in　the　crow's　nest。　First　of　all；　there　was　hardly　
room　up　there　for　one　person；　second　of　all；　if　she　did；　the　obvious　thing　would　be　for　him　to　kiss　
her；　because　she　was　pretty　and　had　that　sexy　tattoo；　and　because　she　so　obviously　had　a　crush　on　
him。　

But　these　days　he　really　didn't　feel　like　kissing　anyone　but　Blair。　After　all；　he　and　Blair　were　
supposed　to　going　to　college　together　and　getting　married。　They　were　going　to　spend　their　whole　
lives　together。　

Wait。　Is　he；　like　having　some　sort　of　epiphany？　

Nate　stood　up　and　began　to　climb　down　out　of　the　crow's　nest。　He　couldn't　sit　up　there　all　night；　
waiting　for　the　boat　to　turn　itself　around。　Not　when　Blair　was　waiting　for　him；　not　when　he　had　his　
whole　future　ahead　of　him　

He　jumped　down　the　ladder　and　Lexie　handed　him　an　Oreo。　〃The　water　makes　me　feel　so　free；〃　
she　declared　swaying　slightly　as　the　Charlotte　drifted　over　a　patch　of　rough　water。　Her　tie…dyed　
dress　had　somehow　loosened　or　gotten　torn；　and　the　cap　sleeves　drooped　down　over　the　tops　of　her　
arms；　revealing　her　tanned　shoulders　and　making　the　most　of　her　tiny　sun；　moon；　and　stars　tattoo。　

Nate　took　an　Oreo；　pulled　the　two　halves　apart；　and　licked　the　white　icing　inside。　Yes；　he　had　his　
whole　future　ahead　of　him；　but　sometimes　it's　important　to　enjoy　the　simple　things　in　life。　

THE　ISLE　OF　B　



〃Will　you　be　dining　here　tonight；　or　shall　we　have　your　food　sent　down　to　your　rooms　at　the　Plaza；　
miss？〃　Aaron　asked　in　his　best　hoity…toity　English　butler　voice。　

Blair　glared　at　the　annoying　dreadlocked　head　that　had　poked　its　way　into　her　so…called　bedroom。　
〃Actually；　I'm　going　out；〃　she　replied；　yanking　her　never…worn　Calvin　Klein　navy　blue　satin　slip　
dress　out　of　her　closet。　Nate　was　till　MIA　and　she'd　just　had　the　humiliating　experience　of　taking　a　
cab　home　from　the　Plaza　in　her　school　Uniform；　even　though　it　was　Saturday　and　there　was　no　
school。　

Girls　who　must　wear　uniforms　to　school　try　their　hardest　not　to　be　seen　in　uniform　outside　of　
school　hours；　and　especially　not　on　weekends。　

Earlier　that　afternoon　she's　actually　had　a　par　of　Earl　jeans　delivered　to　her　room　at　the　Plaza　
directly　from　Barneys　Co…op；　but　when　the　jeans　arrived　they　were　totally　different　style　than　the　
ones　she　was　used　to　wearing…　pencil　straight　and　meant　to　ride　so　low　that　at　least　six　inches　of　
her　butt　crack　would　show。　Blair　could　barely　get　them　over　her　knees。　And；　with　only　her　school　
uniform；　her　La　Perla　underwear；　and　a　white　terrycloth　Plaza　Hotel　bathrobe　to　wear；　and　nothing　
to　do　but　watch　TV　for　sixteen　hours　straight；　she'd　slowly　been　going　insane。　The　Yale　party　
Serena　had　mentioned　would　offer　a　wele　escape；　as　well　as　provide　an　opportunity　to　take　
revenge　on　Nate。　

Roll　camera。　

She'd　arrive　at　the　party　in　a　cloud　of　perfume　and　cigarette　smoke；　like　some　sort　of　genie；　
wearing　something　so　adorably　irresistible　that　all　the　ining　freshmen　boys　and　even　the　
stodgy　old　Yale　alumnae　at　the　party　would　toss　back　their　scotches　and　fall　on　their　knees　at　her　
immaculately　manicured　feet。　She'd　have　a　torrid；　newsworthy　affair　with　the　handsomest；　most　
influential　one　in　the　bunch；　making　sure　Nate　heard　all　about　it；　and　then　demand　that　the　
aforementioned　alumnus　secure　her　acceptance　at　Yale。　Then　she'd　tell　Nate　to　go　fuck　himself　
and　go　to　Brown　or　someplace　even　further　away；　because　she　honestly　never　wanted　to　see　his　
sorry　face　again。　

〃Nate's　mom　called。　She　was　kind　of　snippy。　She　said　she'd　appreciate　it　if　you　and　Nate　showed　
up　at　the　Yale　Loves　New　York　party　tonight；〃　Aaron　informed　her。　

Huh？　

Blair　frowned　down　at　the　slip　dress　in　her　hands。　It　was　a　lovely　shade　of　deep　Yale　blue；　but　not　
quite　as　e…hither　as　she　would　have　liked。　Unless　she　wore　an　outrageously　sexy　pair　of　
strappy　high…heeled　sandals　with　it…　of　which　she　had　many。　


〃I　thought　that　party　was　only　for　people　who　were　definitely　going　to　Yale　in　the　fall；〃　Aaron　
persisted　nosily。　〃You　didn't　get　in　already；　did　you？〃　

Ignoring　him；　Blair　pulled　one　of　those　mini　poncho　things　she　didn't　even　remember　buying　from　
out　of　her　closet。　It　was　a　sort　of　stripy　blue…gray；　one　of　Missoni's　latest　weaves。　She　held　it　
against　the　dress　to　see　if　it　would　go；　and　it　did；　but　it　wasn't　exactly　the　alluring　
you…know…you…want…me　look　she　needed　to　get　those　Yalies　hearts　aflutter。　

She　threw　Aaron　an　icy　get…the…fuck…out…of…here…I'm…trying…to…get…dressed　glance。　〃For　your　
information；　no　I　didn't　find　out…　yet。　However；　I　am　confident　that　eventually　I　will　get　in；　so　I　
really　don't　see　why　I　shouldn't　attend　this　party。〃　She　walked　over　to　the　door；　and　gripped　the　
doorknob；　preparing　to　slam　it　in　Aaron's　face。　He'd　gotten　into　Harvard　early　admission。　What　the　
fuck　did　he　care？　

Aaron　backed　away；　holding　up　his　hands　to　show　that　he　meant　no　harm。　〃No　need　to　be　so　
hostile。〃　

Nothing　makes　a　girl　feel　more　hostile　than　being　accused　of　being　hostile。　

Blair　slammed　the　door。　A　few　minutes　later；　she　opened　it　again；　wearing　the　royal　blue　slip　dress　
and　a　pair　of　silver　metallic　three…and…a…half…inch　Manolo　sandals。　She　teetered　down　the　hall　to　
her　old　room。　Baby　Yale　had　the　perfect　notice…me　accessory　for　her　outfit。　If　Blair　could　just　
sneak　into　the　nursery　without　anyone　seeing。。。　

Yale's　room　was　decorated　in　shades　of　pale　yellow　and　peach　and　was　filled　with　pluch　toys　and　
miniature　wooden　furniture。　The　crib　was　draped　with　thick　white　mosquito　netting　imported　from　
India；　so　that　it　was　impossible　to　see　if　Yale　was　sleeping　inside　it　or　not；　but　there　was　a　hush　
about　the　room　that　suggested　she　was。　It　also　suggested　that　the　baby　was　still　in　quarantine。　

Oops。　

Blair　tiptoed　up　to　the　buttery　yellow　antique　armoire；　slid　open　the　top　drawer；　and　removed　a　
small　white　velvet　jewelry　box。　Then　closed　the　door　and　tiptoed　over　to　the　crib。　

〃I'll　bring　it　back；　I　promise；〃　she　whispered　to　the　blanketed　bundle　lying　peacefully　inside。　She　
lifted　up　the　mosquito　netting　and　planted　a　kiss　on　Yale's　soft　pink　cheek；　too　focused　on　her　
prize　to　notice　that　the　baby　was　wearing　little　mittens　on　her　hands　to　keep　her　from　scratching　
her　rosy；　rash…ridden　body。　

Usually　it's　the　younger　sister　who　steals　stuff　from　her　older　sister's　room；　but；　as　baby　Yale　will　
eventually　find　out；　Blair　isn't　exactly　your　average　older　sister。　


SPEAKING　OF　LITTLE　SISTERS。。。。　

The　Lower　East　Side　was　one　of　those　lucky　New　York　neighborhood　that　had　been　cool　forever　
but　was　just　out　of　the　way　had　dirty　enough　to　remain　free　of　tourists　and　Starbucks；　and　to　resist　
being　the　trendy　neighborhood　of　the　moment　like　the　Meatpacking　District　had　bee。　A　
line　of　girls　in　halter　tops　and　pleated　miniskirts　and　guys　in　jeans　and　polo　shirts　with　the　collars　
turned　up　had　formed　outside　Funktion；　the　Orchard　Street　club　where　the　Raves　were　performing。　

Jenny　gripped　Elise's　elbow；　gloating　inwardly　at　how　cool　it　was　not　to　have　to　wait　in　line　with　
the　others；　worrying　about　whether　or　not　the　bouncer　would　let　them　in。　she　gave　them　her　name；　
the　velvet　rope　parted；　and　in　they　went。　

Ta…da！　Instant　coolness。　

Inside；　Funktion　was　smaller　than　Jenny　had　envisioned；　and　even　though　it　was　new；　it　felt　old。　
The　club's　floor　was　painted　black　and　the　walls　were　made　of　cement　blocks　painted　red。　It　was　
crowded；　and　instead　of　sitting　at　the　black…and…white　checkerboard　tables；　people　crowded　near　
the　stage；　standing　up　with　beers　in　hand。　The　coolest　and　corniest　thing　about　the　club　was　the　
fireman's　pole　left　over　from　when　it　had　been　a　firehouse。　The　pole　descended　centre　stage　from　
the　ceiling；　providing　a　dramatic　entrance　for　whatever　was　performing。　

Jenny　wondered　if　they　should　brave　the　bar　and　order　drinks；　or　if　they　would　have　more　luck　if　
they　just　sat　down；　looking　bored　and　sophisticated　until　a　cocktail　waitress　came　and　took　their　
order。　Maybe　they　didn't　need　to　drink　at　all。　Every　girl　over　the　age　of　nine　and　under　the　age　of　
twenty…nine　was　in　love　with　the　Raves。　Just　being　in　the　same　room　with　them；　live；　would　be　
intoxicating　enough。　

She　tugged　on　the　strap　of　Elise's　black　sequined　Banana　Republic　purse　and　led　the　way　to　the　
back　of　the　club　so　they　could　sit　down　and　focus　on　looking　drunkenly　bored；　like　the　fashion　
models　always　looked　in　those　candid　pictures　in　the　front　pages　of　the　New　York　magazine。　

The　Rave's　drummer　and　bassist　were　already　onstage；　fiddling　with　their　instruments　and　testing　
mikes。　


〃A；　B；　C；　D；　E；　F；　G；〃　the　drummer　sang　into　his　mike；　his　eyes　closed　and　his　face　earnest；　like　he　
was　singing　the　most　heart…wrenching