gossip girl 7 英文-第25章

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a　Page　Six　girl；　just　like　she'd　always　wanted！　


N'S　PERSONAL　LITTLE　CLUSTER　*％@#　

〃A　Pyrrhic　victory；〃　Mr。　Knoeder　mumbled　in　his　typical　impossible…to…follow　manner。　〃Archibald。　
Are　you　with　me？〃　

Nate　hadn't　done　his　homework。　He　wasn't　even　sure　what　day　it　was。　He'd　woken　up；　taken　a　
shower；　and　wandered　into　school；　hoping　for　some　guidance。　Now　this　asswipe　of　a　teacher　
wanted　him　to　answer　some　idiotic　question　about　the　Vietnam　War；　which　everyone　knew　had　
been　a　total　clusterfuck。　

〃Pyrrhus　was　a　Greek　king　or　whatever　who　kicked　the　shit　out　of　the　Romans　in　some　battle；　but　
there　were　a　ton　of　causalities；〃　Nate　heard　himself　saying。　No　wonder　I　got　into　Yale　and　Brown；　
he　congratulated　himself。　I'm　a　frigging　genius！　

〃Actually；　it　was　the　Battle　of　Pyrrhus；〃　Mr。　Knoeder　corrected；　sticking　his　pinky　in　his　ear　as　he　
wrote　something　on　the　board。　The　St。　Jude's　boys　all　called　him　Mr。　No　Dick　because　he　wore　his　
pants　so　high　and　so　tight；　he　couldn't　possible　have　a　dick。　〃But　your　answer　was　mostly　
accurate。〃　

Nate　got　out　his　cell　phone　and　started　texting　Jeremy；　who　was　seated　in　the　same　row　as　he　was；　
four　desks　down。　

HEY　THKS　DICKLESS；　he　wrote。　

WNT　2　HANG　L8R？　Jeremy　wrote　back。　

CAN'T。　GROUNDED；　Nate　replied。　

SORRY　TO　HEAR　ABT　B　&　THT　KID；　Jeremy　wrote　back。　

Nate　leaned　over　his　desk　and　shot　his　friend　an　annoyed　look　that　said；　〃Please　explain。〃　

KID　FRM　YALE　PRTY　THT　HKEDUP　W/　B；　Jeremy　clarified。　

So　that　was　who　was　in　Blair's　bed　last　night。　Nate　was　too　bummed　to　even　reply。　He'd　left　Blair　
alone　for　a　little　more　than　a　day；　and　she'd　had　to　go　and　hook　up　with　some　asshole　at　a　stupid　
Yale　party　that　she　probably　wasn't　even　invited　to？　He　ought　to　have　been　furious。　Instead；　he　just　


felt　depressed。　He　was　supposed　to　have　been　at　that　party。　He　could　even　have　brought　Blair　with　
him。　They　could　have　talked　bout　the　future　and　then　had　sex　afterwards。　It　might　have　been　
romantic。　But　as　usual　he'd　messed　everything　up。　

Well；　now　he　knows…　it　may　not　suck　to　be　the　cheater；　but　it　definitely　sucks　to　be　cheated　on。　

Fuck　it；　Nate　decided。　He　held　up　his　hand。　〃Mr。　Knoeder；　may　I　be　excused？　I　think　I　have　food　
poisoning　or　something。〃　

Oh；　e　now。　You　can　do　better　than　that。　

Mr。　Knoeder　didn't　even　notice。　His　back　was　turned　as　he　busily　drew　a　detailed　map　of　Saigon　in　
purple　chalk。　Nate　texted　a　despondent　SEE　YA　to　Jeremy；　gathered　up　his　things；　and　slipped　out　
of　the　classroom；　leaving　the　rest　of　the　St。　Jude's　senior　history　class　to　stare　after　him　and　
wonder　why　they　didn't　have　the　balls　to　do　the　same。　

Nate　stuffed　his　books　in　his　basement　locker　and　slammed　the　door。　Fuck　homework；　and　fuck　
school。　He　was　already　into　college；　and　now　that　he　was　grounded；　he　might　as　well　just　stay　
home；　eating　brownies　and　getting　high。　He'd　cut　the　rest　of　the　day's　classes；　light　up　a　big　fatty；　
fill　out　the　appropriate　forms；　and　send　in　his　deposit　to　Yale。　So　what　that　he　promised　Blair　that　
he　wouldn't　go　to　Yale　unless　she　got　in？　Every　promise　they'd　ever　made　to　each　other　had　been　
broken；　and　the　truth　was；　Yale　had　the　best　lacrosse　team　and　had　promised　to　make　him　captain　
his　sophomore　year。　He　wanted　to　go　there　whether　Blair　got　in　or　not。　

With　grim　determination；　he　headed　home；　trying　to　rid　himself　of　the　image　of　that　skinny；　
snoring；　girlfriend　stealing　asswipe　sleeping　in　Blair's　hotel　bed。　Mailing　in　his　Yale　deposit　wasn't　
exactly　going　to　be　a　victory　without　losses　though。　Blair　was　going　to　spit　fire　when　she　heard　
about　it。　

Unless　she　didn't　care　anymore；　which　was　almost　even　scarier。　

D；　THE　FUTIRE　OF　HIP…HOP　



Riverside　prep　was　housed　in　a　redbrick　church　built　in　the　late　1900's；　the　quaintest　little　
schoolhouse　on　the　Upper　West　Side。　The　school's　main　entrance　was　on　West　End　Avenue…　a　cute　
bright　red　door　over　which　hung　a　sing　that　said　RIVERSIDE　PREPARATORY　SCHOOL　FOR　
BOYS；　which　sounded　embarrassingly　like　some　sort　of　rich　boys'　finishing　school。　Thankfully；　
the　upper…school　boys　entered　from　the　side　entrance；　a　normal…looking　black　door　on　
Seventy…Seventh　Street；　the　perfect　place　to　slip　into　school　nearly　two　hours　late。　

Dan　swaggered　into　the　last　ten　minutes　of　the　first…period　AP　English　wearing　his　hip…hop　pants　
and　black…and…yellow　sneakers　from　the　Raves　gig　the　night　before；　and　a　dark　gray　APC　T…shirt　
given　to　him　by　Monique　with　MR。WONDERFUL　stenciled　in　bold　letters　across　the　chest。　Last　
night　he'd　drunk　his　ass　off；　sung　like　a　sickass　motherfucker；　and　then　had　crazy；　totally　
undeserved　sex　with　a　beautiful　French　girl　on　a　giant　bed　in　a　Plaza　Hotel　suite。　Being　a　rock　star　
was　actually　kind　of　excellent。　

You　don't　say。　

〃Well；　if　it　isn't　my　most　famous　student；〃　Ms。　Solomon　observed　tersely　as　Dan　wandered　to　the　
back　of　the　room　and　slouched　behind　a　desk。　Ms。　Solomon　was　right　out　of　graduate　school　and　
was　incredibly　ashamed　of　the　major　crush　she　had　on　Dan。　Instead　of　showering　him　with　praise…
there　was　no　question　he　was　the　most　acplished　and　intellectual　student　in　the　class…　she　was　
either　snide　and　critical；　or　she　ignored　him　pletely。　Once；　just　to　test　her；　he'd　even　copied　an　
essay　on　Virginia　Woolf's　writing　habits；　written　by　the　famous　literary　critic　Harold　Bloom；　her　
advisor　at　Princeton；　and　handed　it　in；　pretending　he'd　written　it。　Ms。　Solomon　had　given　him　a　B＋；　
just　like　she　did　on　every　one　of　his　English　assignments；　no　matter　how　bad　or　good　it　was。　

〃The　class　and　I　were　just　discussing　whether　or　not　we　should　have　a　final　essay　on　our　unit　on　
Shakespeare's　tragedies　instead　of　a　final　exam。　Any　opinion；　Dan？〃　she　clamped　a　hand　over　her　
mouth　and　added　sarcastically。　〃I　do　apologize…　perhaps　you　have　a　stage　name　now？〃　

Dan　frowned　down　at　his　desktop；　where　someone　had　etched　the　words　Bitch　Face　with　a　green　
ballpoint　pen。　Normally　he　would　have　weled　the　chance　to　write　a　paper　over　taking　an　exam；　
but　papers　required　research　and　outlining　and　hours　of　writing；　whereas　an　exam　required　a　single　
two…hour　appearance。　

That　is；　if　you　have　no　intention　of　studying　for　it；　which　he　didn't。　

Now　that　he　was　a　rock　star　he'd　be　touring；　shooting　videos；　signing　albums；　and　fending　off　
women　and　the　paparazzi。　Two　hours　out　of　one　day　for　a　stupid　English　exam　was　definitely　
preferable。　

Ms。　Solomon　was　the　type　of　dried…apple　skinny　that　made　her　look　forty　years　older　than　she　
probably　was；　and　her　hair；　which　she　kept　pulled　back　in　a　low　ponytail；　was　an　ashy　dark　blond　
color　that　looked　gray　under　the　school's　harsh　fluorescent　lights。　She　loved　lace；　and　preferred　


cream…colored　blouses　with　lace　collars　and　ruffles　at　the　sleeves　paired　with　black　wool　
knee…length　skirts；　black　stockings；　and　bizarrely　high；　skinny…heeled　black　pumps。　Her　skirts　
were　always　seriously　tight；　too；　leading　the　boys　to　suspect　that　she　probably　thought　she　was　the　
sexiest　female　alive。　

Ew。　

〃Half　the　class　wants　a　paper　and　half　the　class　wants　an　exam。　Yours　is　the　swing　vote；〃　she　
explained。　

Meaning　that　no　matter　what　Dan　said；　half　the　class　would　hate　him　for　it。　

He　cleared　his　throat。　〃I　think　an　exam　would　be　a　better　indicator　of　how　much　we've　learned　
over　the　course　of　the　year；〃　he　declared；　sounding　like　a　total　schmo。　

〃Oh；　would　it　now？〃　Chuck　Bass　sneered　from　two　desks　away。　Riverside　Prep's　dress　code　was　
plain…colored　khaki　pants　or　cords；　brown　or　black　belt；　white　or　pastel…colored　button…down　shirt　；　
and　brown　or　black　loafers　with　dark…colored　socks。　Chuck　Bass　was　wearing　a　black　Prada　
jumpsuit；　unzipped　so　his　tanned；　recently　waxed　chest　was　clearly　visible；　and　creamy　white　
leather　Camper　sandals　that　showed　off　his　smooth；　manicured　feet。　On　the　floor　beneath　his　desk；　
Chuck's　pet　snow　monkey；　Sweetie；　poked　his　fuzzy　white　head　out　of　Chuck's　orange…and…red　
leather　Dooney　&　Bourke　tote　bag　and　bared　his　teeth。　

Chuck　hardly　deserved　to　be　in　AP　English。　He　could　barely　spell；　had　never　read　a　book　in　its　
entirety；　and　thought　Beowulf　was　a　type　of　fur　used　for　lining　coats。　But　in　an　effort　to　get　him　
into　college；　his　parents　had　insisted　he　be　placed　in　all　APs；　which　turned　out　to　be　a　big　fat　
mistake。　Due　to　the　fact　that　Chuck　preferred　to　shop　and　attend　fashion　shows　instead　of　going　to　
school　and　doing　his　homework；　he　had　gotten　D's　in　all　his　classes　last　semester；　failed　to　get　into　
any　of　the　colleges　he'd　applied　to；　and　was　now　bound　for　military　school。　

And　was　he　bitter？　Definitely。　

〃Hey　Mr。Wonderful。〃　Chuck　hissed　at　Dan。　〃Don't　look　now；　but　your　days　as　a　Rave　are　over。〃　

Huh？　

Dan　slouched　in　his　chair　and　dug　at　the　desk　with　his　ball　point　pen。　He　was　a　rock　star；　he　didn't　
have　to　take　this　shit。　Someone's　foot　nudged　the　base　of　his　spine。　〃You're　out；〃　whispered　Bryce　
James；　one　of　Chuck's　bullish　friends。　〃Unless　your　slut　of　a　sister　can　get　you　back　in。〃　

Dan's　hackles　rose。　What　did　Jenny　have　to　do　with　it？　As　far　as　he　knew；　Jenny　was　only　going　
along　for　the　ride；　just　like　she's　alwa