gossip girl 7 英文-第2章

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〃If　I　joined　the　peace　Corps　and　spent　a　couple　of　years　building　sewers　and　making　sandwiches　
for　starving　children　in；　like；　Rio　or　somewhere；　then　Yale　would　have　to　take　me；　wouldn't　they？〃　
she　said　aloud。　

Nate　grinned。　Here　was　the　thing　about　Blair　that　he　loved。　She　was　spoiled；　but　she　wasn't　lazy。　
She　knew　what　she　wanted；　and　because　she　believed　absolutely　that　she　could　have　everything　
she　wanted　if　she　tried　hard　enough　to　get　it；　she　never　stopped　trying。　

〃　I　heard　everyone　gets　sick　in　the　Peace　Corps。　And　you　have　to　speak　the　native　language。〃　

〃I'll　so　it　in　France　than。〃　Blaire　blew　smoke　up　at　the　ceiling。　〃Or　one　of　those　African　countries　
where　t　hey　speak　French。〃　She　tried　to　imagine　herself　conversing　with　the　natives　in　some　arid　
African　village　while　balancing　a　clay　pot　of　fresh　goat's　milk　on　her　head　and　wearing　an　
elaborately　dyed　caftan　that　could　be　supremely　sexy　if　tied　in　the　right　places。　She'd　have　a　killer　
tan　and　would　be　nothing　but　muscle　and　bone　from　all　the　hard　work　and　horrible　intestinal　
diseases。　Children　would　clamor　at　her　knees　for　the　Godiva　chocolates　she'd　order　for　them　and　
she'd　smile　sincerely　down　at　them　like　a　beautiful；　unwrinkled　Mother　Teresa。　When　she　returned　
to　the　States　she'd　win　some　Peace　Corps　award　for　best　volunteer；　or　even　the　Nobel　peace　Prize。　
She'd　have　dinner　with　the　president；　who　would　write　her　a　remendation　to　Yale；　and　then　
Yale　would　fall　over　themselves　to　accept　her。　

Nate　was　pretty　sure　the　Peace　Corps　only　helped　out　in　third…world　countries；　not　economically　
thriving　places　like　France；　and　no　way　would　Blair　last　more　than　half　and　hour　in　some　remote　
African　Village　where　they　didn't　have　Sephora　or　even　flushing　toilets。　Poor　Blair。　It　was　
pletely　unfair　that　he'd　gotten　into　Yale　without　really　trying；　while　she；　who'd　wanted　to　go　to　
Yale　since　she　was　two　years　old；　had　been　wait…listed。　Then　again；　Nate　was　used　to　getting　
things　without　really　trying。　

He　propped　his　head　up　on　his　hand　and　tenderly　smoothed　Blair's　dark　hair　away　from　her　
forehead。　〃Unless　you　hear　soon　that　you　got　in；　I　promise　I　won't　go　to　Yale；〃　he　vowed。　〃I'm　fine　
with　going　to　Brown　or　whatever。〃　

〃Really？〃　Blair　stamped　out　her　cigarette　in　the　sailboat…　shaped　marble　ashtray　beside　Nate's　bed　


and　flung　her　arms　around　his　neck。　Nate　was　by　far　the　best　boyfriend　a　girl　could　ever　ask　for。　
She　couldn't　imagine　why　she'd　ever　broken　up　with　him；　not　once；　but　again　and　again。　

Because　he　cheated　on　her　again　and　again？　

All　Blair　knew　now　was　that　she　was　never　ever　wanted　to　leave　Nate's　side。　She　rested　her　cheek　
against　his　strong；　bare　chest。　Now　that　she　thought　about　it；　moving　into　the　Archibalds'　town　
house　wasn't　such　a　bad　idea；　since　her　own　house　wasn't　exactly　an　episode　of　〃Seventh　Heaven〃　
right　now。　Her　mother　had　just　given　birth　to　her　baby　sister　just　over　two　weeks　ago　and　was　now　
suffering　from　severe　postpartum　depression。　Just　this　morning　Blair　had　left　her　mother　weeping　
over　a　DVD　sent　from　Peruvian　Alpaca　farm。　Apparently；　if　you　adopted　a　herd　of　alpaca　yearling；　
you　could　custom…order　hand…woven　blankets　and　sweaters　made　from　the　hair　of　the　animals　in　
your　herd。　Her　baby　sister　would　soon　be　the　proud　new　owner　of　a　hairy　white　alpaca　blanket　that　
would　be　pletely　useless　all　summer　long；　and　probably　the　rest　of　her　life；　unless　as　a　
teenager　she　got　into　the　hippie　handmade…chic　thing；　cut　a　head　hole　into　the　blanket；　and　
fashioned　it　into　a　poncho。　

Back　when　her　mother　was　still　pregnant；　she　had　asked　Blair　to　name　the　baby；　and　out　of　
devotion　to　her　favorite　college　Blair　had　chosen　the　name　Yale。　Now　baby　Yale　served　as　a　living；　
breathing；　very　noisy　reminder　that　no　matter　how　stunning　Blair's　record　was；　the　school　had　all　
but　rejected　her。　Worse　still；　the　baby　had　taken　over　her　bedroom；　and　she　was　forced　to　sleep　in　
her　stepbrother　Aaron's　room　until　after　she　left　for　school　in　the　fall。　Aaron　was　a　vegan　
Rastafarian　dog…lover；　so　the　room　had　been　decorated　specifically　for　him　in　wall…to…wall　organic；　
environmentally　sound　products　in　shades　of　egg　plant　and　wild　sage。　To　add　insult　to　injury；　
Blair's　cat；　Kitty　Minky；　had　taken　to　peeing　on　the　barley　husk　cushions　and　throwing　up　on　the　
woven　sea　grass　floor　mats　in　an　effort　to　rid　the　room　of　the　scent　of　Aaron's　dog；　a　drooling　
boxer　named　Mookie。　

Hello；　Nasty？　

Move　in　with　Nate。　Blaire　didn't　know　why　she　hadn't　thought　of　it　before。　A　freaky　mother；　a　
cat…pee…soaked　bedroom；　and　a　newborn　baby　sister　named　after　Yale　were　not　exactly　conductive　
to　studying　or　s…e…x。　it　was　only　natural　for　her　to　seek　other　acmodation。　Of　course　there　was　
always　Serena's　house；　but　they'd　tried　that　before　and　wound　up　fighting。　Besides；　Serena　
couldn't　offer　her　much　in　the　way　of　s…e…x。　

Unless　those　old　rumors　were　actually　true。。。　

Nate　ran　his　hands　lazily　up　and　down　her　smooth　bare　back。　〃have　you　ever　thought　about　getting　
a　tattoo？〃　he　asked　out　of　nowhere　as　he　traced　the　lines　of　her　shoulder　blades。　

Except　for　a　brief　stint　in　rehab　earlier　that　year；　Nate　had　been　pretty　stoned　pretty　much　all　day　
every　day　since　he　was　eleven；　and　Blair　was　used　to　his　random　questions。　She　wrinkled　her　
pointy；　slightly　upturned　nose　at　the　thought　of　having　a　big　scar　filed　with　black　ink。　〃Gross；〃　she　


responded。　Leave　that　to　skanky…looking　actresses　like　Angelina　Jolie。　

Nate　shrugged。　He'd　always　thought　carefully　chosen；　tiny　tattoos　in　just　the　right　places　were　
insanely　sexy。　A　little　black　cat　between　Blair's　shoulder　blades；　for　instance　would　totally　suit　her。　
But　before　he　had　a　chance　to　take　the　notion　any　further；　Blair　briskly　changed　the　subject。　

〃Nate？〃　she　nuzzled　her　face　into　his　manly；　perfect　collarbone。　〃Do　you　think　your　parents　would　
mind　if　I　stayed……？〃　Before　she　could　finish　her　sentence；　the　downstairs　buzzer　rang。　

Nate's　personal　wing　of　the　town　house　took　up　the　entire　top　floor；　necessitating　his　very　own　
front　door　buzzer。　

He　rolled　away　from　Blair　and　swung　his　feet　to　the　floor。　〃Yeah？〃　he　called；　pressing　the　button　
on　the　inter。　

〃Delivery！〃　Jeremy　Scott　Tompkinson　shouted　in　his　hoarse　stoner　voice。　〃Hurry　while　it's　still　
hot！〃　

Nate　heard　laughter　and　other　voices　in　the　background。　Blaire　waited　for　him　to　tell　them　to　get　
lost。　Instead；　he　pressed　the　button　to　unlock　the　door　and　let　them　in。　

〃I　should　get　dressed；〃　Blair　observed　tersely。　She　slid　out　of　bed　and　stomped　into　Nate's　
adjoining　bathroom。　How　could　he　be　smart　enough　to　get　into　Yale；　yet　too　dumb　to　understand　
that　inviting　his　stoner　friends　up　to　their　steamy　love　den　would　totally　ruin　the　mood？　

Not　that　Yale　had　accepted　Nate　because　of　his　smarts：　the　school　needed　a　few　good　lacrosse　
players。　End　of　story。　

At　least　Blair　had　an　excuse　to　use　the　delicious　L'Occitane　sandalwood　body　shampoo　the　
housekeeper　stocked　in　Nate's　shower。　She　toweled　herself　off　with　a　thick　navy　blue　Ralph　
Lauren　towel；　slipped　on　her　flimsy　pink　silk　Cosabella　underwear；　zipped　up　her　
blue…and…white…seer…sucker　Constance　Billard　School　spring　uniform　skirt；　and　buttoned　two　of　
the　six　buttons　on　her　white　linen　Calvin　Klein　three…quarter…sleeve　blouse。　Braless　and　barefoot；　
it　was　the　perfect　my…girlfriend…just…got…out…of…the…shower…and…would…you…please…leave？　look。　
Hopefully　Nate's　friends　would　get　the　hint；　make　like　the　bees　and　fuck　off。　She　tousled　her　damp　
hair　with　her　fingers　and　pushed　open　the　bathroom　door。　

〃Bonjour！〃　a　buxom；　raven…haired；　long…legged　L'école　girl　greeted　Blair　from　Nate's　bed。　Blair　
had　met　the　girl　before　at　parties。　Her　name　was　Lexus　or　Lexique　or　something　equally　annoying；　
a　sixteen…year…old　junior　who'd　done　some　modeling　as　a　child　in　Paris　was　now　working　on　
perfecting　the　French　hippie…slut　look。　Lexique；　whose　name　was　really　Lexie；　was　wearing　a　
lavender…and…mustard…yellow　hand…dyed　cotton　wraparound　dress　that　looked　homemade　but　had　
actually　been　purchased　at　Kirna　Zabete　for　four　hundred　and　fifty　dollars；　and　those　ugly　flat　
Pakistani　sheep　herder　sandals　from　Barneys　that　everyone　but　Blair　seemed　to　think　were　so　cool　


this　year。　Lexie's　face　was　makeup…free；　and　she　cradled　an　acoustic　guitar　in　her　skinny　arms。　On　
the　bed　beside　her　was　a　Ziploc　bag　full　of　pot。　

What　a　rebel。　Most　L'école　girls　never　go　anywhere　without　a　pack　a　Gitanes；　red　lipstick；　and　
heels。　

〃The　boys　are　making　bong　hits　on　the　roof；〃　Lexie　explained。　She　strummed　her　thumb　across　the　
guitar　strings。　〃Alors；　want　to　jam　with　me　till　they　get　back？〃　

Jam？　

Blair　wrinkled　her　nose　with　even　more　emphasis　that　she　had　at　the　thought　of　getting　a　tattoo。　
She　was　so　not　into　the　whole　getting…high；　
playing…guitars…and…laughing…at…your…friends'…totally…stupid…stoned…observations　scene；　and　she　
really　didn't　want　to　hangout　with　this　Lexique　girl。　Who　obviously　thought　she　was　the　coolest　
French　girl　in　New　York。　She'd　rather　watch　Operah　reruns　on　Oxygen　in　her　cat…pee…soaked　room　
while　her　delusional