gossip girl 7 英文-第26章

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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　always　done。　After　all；　if　your　big　brother　was　in　a　major　band；　
wouldn't　you　want　to　hang　out　with　him　and　his　bandmates；　too？　


〃I　heard　she　wants　to　be　singer；〃　Bryce　elaborated。　〃So　she　slept　with　every　one　of　them。〃　

Dan　whipped　around　and　gave　Bryce　the　finger　simply　because　he　was　too　hung　over　to　think　of　
anything　intelligent　to　say。　Jenny　had　left　the　suite　by　the　time　he　and　Monique　had　gotten　up　that　
morning；　but　what　exactly　had　she　been　up　to　while　he　was　getting　busy　last　night？　And　how　e　
everyone　already　seemed　to　know　about　it？　

〃An　exam　it　is；　then；〃　Ms。　Solomon　announced。　She　scribbled　something　in　a　notepad　and　then　
stood　up　and　approached　Dan's　desk。　〃I'm　bit　of　a　Raves　fan　myself；〃　she　murmured；　her　cheeks　
slightly　flushed。　〃And　it's　sort　of　killing　me。〃　She　stopped　in　front　of　Dan；　put　her　palms　on　his　
desk；　and　leaned　toward　him　so　that　he　could　smell　the　everything　bagel　with　scallion　cream　
cheese　she'd　eaten　for　breakfast。　〃is　it　true　that　Damian　is　married　to　his　high　school　sweetheart？　
Some　French　girl？〃　she　asked　loudly；　obviously　thinking　it　was　totally　hip　for　a　teacher　to　know　
anything　about　a　cool　band　like　the　Raves。　

Dan's　hands　were　sweating；　and　he　fingered　the　pack　of　unfiltered　Camels　in　the　back　pocket　of　
his　baggy　pants。　Didn't　Riverside　Prep　have　rules　about　teachers　harassing　the　students？　

There　were　only　two　more　minutes　left　before　the　end　of　class。　Still　hoping　to　hear　the　answer　to　
Ms。　Solomon's　question；　the　other　boys　gathered　their　books　and　zipped　up　their　backpacks。　

The　minute　hand　on　the　clock　was　over　the　blackboard　crept　forward　and　the　hallway　outside　the　
class　room　buzzed　to　life。　Dan　stood　up；　brushed　past　his　nosy　teacher；　and　headed　for　the　door。　

Saved　by　the　bell。　

AN　E…MAIL　WORTH　RESPONDING　TO　

That　afternoon　during　puter　lab；　Serena　was　tempted　to　e…mail　that　melodramatic　artist　at　
Brown；　those　perky　sorority　weirdos　at　Princeton；　and　that　lovelorn　jock　at　Harvard；　telling　them　
to　have　nice　lives；　because　from　now　on　she　was　all　about　Yale。　Instead；　she　permanently　
expunged　then　from　her　trash　folder。　At　lunchtime　she'd　actually　mailed　in　her　deposit　to　Yale；　and　


what　a　relief　it　was　to　finally　e　to　a　decision…　even　if　she　couldn't　tell　her　best　friend　in　the　
whole　world　about　it。　She　skimmed　the　rest　of　her　e…mail　until　she　came　to　one　from　an　unknown　
source。　

From：　dpolk@raver。et　
To：　Svdwoodsen@constancebillard。edu　
Subject：　don't　believe　everything　you　read　

So；　we're　an　item。　It's　all　very　flattering。　Problem　is；　we've　never　met。　Want　to？　A　bunch　of　people　
will　be　at　my　place　in　the　Village　Friday　night。　Hope　you　can　make　it。　

Damian　

Serena　giggled　and　stood　up　partway　out　of　her　chair；　searching　the　Constance　Billard　puter　
lab　for　Blair's　dark　shiny　head。　But　Blair　was　working　intently　at　her　puter　and　didn't　even　
notice　Serena　waving　at　her。　Mr。　Schneider；　the　uptight　puter　proctor　with　the　deformed　
nostrils；　glared　at　her；　and　Serena　went　back　to　her　e0mail。　She　knew　from　their　videos　that　the　
Raves'　lead　guitarist　was　extremely　handsome　and　talented；　and　wouldn't　it　be　crazy　if　they　
actually　hit　it　off；　turning　myth　into　reality？　So　what　if　she'd　kind　of　decided　to　take　the　serious　
route　and　be　a　full…time　student　next　year？　That　was　next　year；　and　the　rest　of　this　year　was　all　
about　having　fun；　fun；　fun。　Who　knew…　she　might　even　change　her　mind；　defer　her　admission；　
bee　a　Raves　groupie；　and　tour　with　the　band　for　the　next　five　years！　

And　only　just　a　moment　ago　she　was　all　pleased　with　herself　for　being　so　decisive。　

Serena　bit　her　nails　for　a　few　second；　then　hit　reply　and　typed　three　letters　using　only　her　partially　
chewed…on；　partially　pink…polished　index　finger。　

Y…E…S　

AN　UNLIKELY　MATCH　


Blair　strolled　the　Internet　for　the　exquisite　Jimmy　Choo　shoes　she'd　seen　in　W　but　had　yet　to　find　
in　her　size。　They　were　made　of　green　silk；　hand…sewn　with　tiny　mother…of　pearl　hearts　all　over　the　
heels。　They'd　only　distributed　three　hundred　pairs　of　the　shoes　worldwide；　but　surely　there　had　to　


be　one　size　seven…and…a…half　that　hadn't　been　claimed…　in　Mexico　City；　maybe；　or　Hong　Kong；　
where　feet　tended　to　be　small。　

Next　to　her；　Vanessa　Abrams　was　furiously　typing；　building　some　sort　of　feminist　Web　page　or　
something。　Blair　glanced　at　her　neighbors　screen。　Roommate　wanted；　she　read　in　big　bold　letters。　
Female　Only。　

Blair　had　never　been　too　fond　of　her　shaven…headed；　black…wearing；　film　auteur　classmate。　Every　
word　Vanessa　uttered　in　class　was　said　with　an　air　of　
I'm…only…talking…to…you…because…you…asked…me…a…question；　like　she　was　so　much　smarter　and　
more　astute　than　even　the　teachers。　And　she'd　always　suspected　that　Vanessa　preferred　girls　to　
boys。　

〃I　interviewed　this　guy　this　weekend。　Turned　out　to　be　a　serious　weirdo。〃　

Blair　glanced　at　her　neighbor　and　discovered　that　Vanessa　was　actually　addressing　her。　

〃I　decided　to　stick　with　female　applicants　only；〃　Vanessa　added；　clicking　the　enter　button　on　her　
keyboard　for　emphasis。　

Blair　pressed　her　lips　together　and　shifted　in　her　chair。　Vanessa　really　did　seem　to　be　talking　to　her。　
〃I　met　a　guy　this　weekend；　too；〃　she　confessed。　She　bit　her　lip　and　pointed　to　Vanessa's　screen。　
〃Why　do　you　want　a　roommate　anyways？　I'd　kill　to　live　on　my　own。〃　

Vanessa　shrugged　her　shoulders。　It　was　weird　enough　conversing　with　bitchy　Blair　Waldorf；　but　
even　weirder　still　that　Blair's　question　was　actually　worth　thinking　about。　

〃My　sister's　on　tour　in　Europe。　I　don't　know；　I　guess　I　get　lonely；〃　Vanessa　admitted　before　she　
could　stop　herself。　As　soon　as　she　said　it　she　felt　like　clamping　her　hand　over　her　mouth。　Why　
would　Blair　Waldorf　of　all　people　even　care？　

〃What　about　your　boyfriend…　that　geek…？　Blair　bit　her　lip　and　corrected　herself。　〃That　boy　with　
the。。。　notebook。〃　

〃We　broke　up。〃　

Blair　nodded；　tempted　to　explain　how　she'd　just　broken　up　with　her　boyfriend；　and　how　sometimes　
she　felt　lonely　too。　Discreetly；　she　sized　Vanessa　up。　She　kind　of　liked　how　Vanessa　didn't　gush　
about　what　a　loser　her　ex…boyfriend　was；　plaining　about　gifts　he'd　given　her；　imitating　the　
stupid　way　he　tied　his　shoes；　and　reiterating　the　whole　sad　saga。　Vanessa　was　weird；　but　at　least　
she　wasn't　predictable。　And　it　was　well　
known　that　Vanessa's　parents　lived　in　Vermont；　so　if　her　sister　was　away；　she　was　really　all　on　her　
own。　


So　how　does　it　work？〃　Blair　asked。　〃Are　you；　like；　interviewing　prospective　roommates？〃　

Vanessa　had　to　wonder　where　all　this　was　going。　

〃Well　first　I　screen　them　through　Instant　Messenger；　and　if　they　sound　normal　I　interview　them。　
But　so　far；　no　one's　been　normal。〃　

Blair　couldn't　believe　she　was　actually　considering　living　with　lesbo；　baldo；　weirdo；　no…friends　
Vanessa；　but　she　really　did　need　a　place　to　live。　Her　own　home　was　intolerable；　and　after　her　
run…in　with　Mrs。　M　this　morning；　she　was　pretty　sure　she　couldn't　live　at　the　Plaza　for　the　rest　of　
the　school　year　without　pletely　ruining　her　chances　of　getting　into　Yale。　And　what　if　she　
needed　to　entertain。。。　a　guest？　An　apartment　without　parents　or　nannies　or　maids　or　cooks　was　the　
perfect　place；　even　if　it　had　to　be　in　dirty；　disgusting　Williamsburg。　She　might　even　convince　
Vanessa　to　hire　a　decorator；　and　introduce　some　color　to　the　apartment。　Not　that　she　had　actually　
seen　Vanessa's　place；　but　after　going　to　school　with　her　for　the　last　one　hundred　years；　she　was　
pretty　sure　the　entire　apartment　was　done　entirely　in　black。　She　could　make　the　place　over　
pletely　just　like　the　frumpy；　bookish　Audrey　Hepburn　was　made　over　into　a　fabulous　fashion　
model　in　'My　Fair　Lady'！　

〃Interview　me；〃　she　suggested。　

〃But…〃　Vanessa　countered。　〃I　live　in　Brooklyn。〃　

Blair　twisted　her　ruby　ring　around　and　around　on　the　ring　finger　of　her　left　hand。　〃I　know。〃　She　
sighed　mournfully　down　at　her　black　patent　leather　flats　and　closed　her　eyes；　trying　to　picture　
herself　as　a　hip；　artsy　Williamsburg　person。　She'd　wear　drab　green　t…shirts　with　ironic　decals　on　
them　like　WILLIAMSBURG　IS　FOR　LOVERS。　She'd　take　her　coffee　black。　She'd　wear　Converse　
sneakers　without　socks　and　carry　a　vintage　purple　plastic　handbag。　She'd　get　orange　highlights　and　
wear　black　octagonally　framed　glasses。　She'd　eat　falafel。　She'd　write　poetry。　She'd　get　a　lip　ring　
and　a　tattoo！　Oh；　wouldn't　Nate　just　die。　A　smile　spread　across　her　face。　〃I've　always　wanted　to　
live　in　Brooklyn。〃　

Yeah；　right。　

〃No；　you…〃　Vanessa　began　in　attempt　to　dissuade　her。　

〃You　have　cable；　TiVo；　and　a　DVD　player；　right？〃　Blair　demanded。　

Wait；　who's　supposed　to　interview　who？　

〃I　have　to　watch　my　movies；〃　Blair　insisted；　like　a　TV…dinner…eating　old　biddy　who　couldn't　
survive　without　her　daily　dose　of　Regis　and　Kelly。　

〃Movies？〃　Vanessa　repeated；　wondering　if　Blair　had　pletely　lost　her　mind。　She'd　forgotten　that　


Blair　was　a　huge　old　movie　fan。　Back　in　November；　Blair　had　even　entered　a　film　contest　at　
school。　all　she'd　done　was　replay　t