gossip girl 7 英文-第3章

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French　girl　in　New　York。　She'd　rather　watch　Operah　reruns　on　Oxygen　in　her　cat…pee…soaked　room　
while　her　delusional　mom　wept　over　baby　alpacas。　

Someone　had　stuck　a　stick　of　burning　amber　incense　into　the　cork　heel　of　one　of　Blair's　new　mint　
green　Christian　Dior　espadrilles。　She　grabbed　the　stick　of　incense　and　jammed　it　into　a　porthole　in　
one　of　Nate's　beloved　model　sailboats　on　his　desk。　Then　she　laced　up　her　shoes；　buttoned　a　few　
more　buttons　on　her　blouse；　and　grabbed　her　vintage　Gucci　bamboo…handled　tote　bag。　〃Please　tell　
Nathaniel　that　I've　gone　home；〃　she　instructed　briskly。　

〃Peace！〃　Lexie　saluted　Blair　with　stoned　gaiety。　〃Au　revoir！〃　A　tattoo　of　the　sun；　moon　and　stars　
was　printed　on　her　shoulder　blade。　

Hence　Nate's　sudden　interest　in　tattoos？　

Blair　stomped　down　the　stairs　and　let　herself　out　onto　Eighty…Second　Street。　It　felt　like　summer　
already。　The　sun　was　still　two　hours　from　setting；　and　the　air　smelled　of　fresh…cut　grass　from　
Central　Park；　and　suntan　lotion　from　all　the　half…naked　girls　hurrying　home　to　their　apartments　on　
Park　Avenue。　A　gaggle　of　eleventh…grade　St。　Jude's　Nate…and…Jeremy…wannabe's　were　hovering　
around　the　downstairs　buzzer　outside　Nate's　town　house。　One　of　them　had　a　guitar　slung　over　his　
shoulder。　

〃Bien　sur。　e　on　up！〃　Blair　heard　Lexie　call　out　to　them　over　the　inter；　as　if　she　lived　there。　

Nate's　house　seemed　to　draw　all　the　stoner　kids　on　the　Upper　East　Side　with　some　sort　of　magnetic　
pull。　And　Blair　swore　she　didn't　mind…　really；　she　didn't…　as　long　as　she　didn't　have　to　sit　around　
watching　them　all　jam。　After　all　she　and　Nate　had　been　through；　Blair　knew　it　was　going　to　be　
different　this　time。　She　and　Nate　were　together　spiritually；　and　now　physically；　too；　which　meant　
she　could　leave　him　alone；　feeling　perfectly　confident　that　he　wouldn't　dream　of　cheating　on　her。　


She　carried　down　Eighty…Second　Street　toward　Fifth　Avenue；　checking　her　cell　phone　for　a　
message　from　Nate　at　every　corner。　Obviously　he'd　call　any　se3cond　now。　Like　all　possessive；　
aggressive；　obsessive　girls；　she　liked　to　think　Nate　didn't　have　a　life　without　her。　

Then　again；　if　he　didn't；　she'd　go　pletely　nuts。　

LITTLE　DIVA　GIVES　BIG　DIVA　SOME　SOUND　DEVICE　

〃They　gave　us　five　spreads；〃　Serena　van　der　Woodsen　explained　as　she　flipped　through　the　
hot…off…the…press　June　issue　of　W　magazine。　〃That's　ten　whole　pages！〃　The　world…famous　fashion　
designer　Les　Best　had　just　messengered　the　fashion　magazine　over　to　her　apartment　with　a　note　
that　read；　〃As　ever；　you　are　fabulous；　darling。　And　so's　that　dark…haired　little　hottie　friend　of　
yours！〃　

The　same　dark…haired　little　hottie；　fourteen…year…old　Jenny　Humphrey；　was　desperately　trying　not　
to　pee　her　pants。　Serena；　the　coolest　senior　girl　at　Constance　Billard；　and　totally　famous　and　
beautiful　model/　Upper　East　Side　girl…about…town；　had　actually　asked　her　to　hang　out　after　school　
today。　She　was　now　sitting　in　Serena's　huge；　awesomely　old…fashioned　bedroom…　her　private　
sanctuary…　on　her　bed；　flipping　through　the　latest　issue　of　the　coolest　fashion　magazine　in　the　
world；　looking　for　pages　featuring　the　two　of　them　modeling　the　type　of　amazing　designer　clothes　
Jenny　had　always　gazed　at　longingly　in　stores　but　never　once　dreamed　she'd　actually　wear。　It　was　
so　unreal　she　could　hardly　breathe。　

〃Here；　look！〃　Serena　squealed；　stabbing　at　the　page　with　a　long；　slender　finger。　〃Don't　we　look　
like　badasses？！〃　

Jenny　leaned　in　closer　to　see；　happily　inhaling　the　sweet　scent　of　Serena's　custom…blended　
patchouli　oil　perfume。　Across　Serena's　lap　lay　a　spread　of　the　two　girls　dressed　head　to　toe　in　Les　


Best　couture；　motoring　down　the　beach　in　a　dune　buggy；　the　Ferris　wheel　at　Coney　Island　rising　
up　behind　them；　all　lit　up。　The　style　of　the　picture　was　typical　Jonathan　Joyce　…　the　uber…famous　
fashion　photographer　who　had　shot　the　spread…　totally　natural　and　unposed；　like　he'd　just　happened　
upon　these　two　girls　riding　their　dune　buggy　on　the　beach　at　sunset　and　having　the　time　of　their　
lives。　Indeed　they　did　look　like　badasses　in　leather　vests　over　white　bikini　tops；　and　white　leather　
knee…high　go…go　boots　with　teeny…tiny　heels。　Their　hair　was　winged　back；　their　nails　were　painted　
white；　their　lips　were　painted　cotton　candy　pink；　and　peacock　feathers　dangled　from　their　ears。　It　
was　all　very　retro　eighties/futuristic/cutting　edge；　and　absurdly　cool。　

Jenny　couldn't　pull　her　eyes　away。　There　she　was；　in　a　magazine；　and　for　the　first　time　ever　her　
enormous　chest　wasn't　the　focal　point　of　the　picture。　In　fact　the　two　girls　looked　so　fresh　and　pure　
the　picture　was　almost　wholesome。　It　was　beyond　what　Jenny　could　have　hoped　for。　It　was　
heavenly。　

〃I　love　the　look　on　your　face；〃　Serena　observed。　〃It's　like　you've　just　been　kissed　or　something。〃　

Jenny　giggled；　feeling　very　much　like　she　had　just　been　kissed。　〃You　look　pretty　too。〃　

Oops；　look　who　has　a　major　crush　on　Serena　…　just　like　everyone　else　in　the　universe！　

But　Jenny's　crush　was　deeper　than　most：　she　actually　wanted　to　be　Serena。　And　the　thing　Serena　
had　that　she　still　lacked　was　a　questionable　past…　that　alluring　air　of　mystery。　

〃Bet　it　seems　like　forever　ago　that　you　were　kicked　out　of　boarding　school；〃　Jenny　ventured　boldly；　
her　eyes　fixed　on　the　magazine。　

〃I　was　worried　I'd　never　get　into　a　single　college　because　of　all　that；〃　Serena　sighed。　〃If　I'd　known　
I'd　get　into　all　of　them；　I'd　never　have　applied　to　so　many　schools。〃　

Poor　thing。　If　only　we　all　had　that　problem。　

〃Did　you　like　boarding　School？〃　Jenny　persisted；　turning　to　gaze　up　at　Serena　with　her　big　brown　
eyes。　〃I　mean；　more　than　going　to　school　in　the　City？〃　

Serena　lay　back　on　the　four…poster　bed　and　stared　up　at　the　white　eyelet　canopy　overhead。　She'd　
been　eight　years　old　when　she'd　first　gotten　the　bed；　and　she'd　felt　like　a　princess　every　night　when　
she'd　gone　to　sleep。　As　a　matter　of　fact；　she　still　felt　like　a　princess；　only　bigger。　

〃I　loved　feeling　like　I　had　my　own　life；　apart　from　my　parents　and　the　friends　I'd　known　
practically　since　I　was　born。　I　like　going　to　school　with　boys；　and　eating　with　them　in　the　dining　
hall。　It　was　like　having　a　whole　class　of　brothers。　But　I　missed　my　room　and　the　city；　the　weekends　
hanging　out。〃　She　pulled　off　her　white　cotton　socks　and　threw　them　across　the　room。　〃And　I　know　
it　sounds　totally　spoiled；　but　I　missed　having　a　maid。〃　


Jenny　nodded。　She　liked　the　sound　of　eating　in　a　dining　hall　with　a　whole　bunch　of　boys。　She　liked　
it　a　lot。　And　she'd　never　had　a　maid；　so　it　wasn't　as　if　she'd　miss　that。　

〃I　guess　it　was　a　good　preparation　for　college；〃　Serena　mused。　〃I　mean；　if　I　actually　decide　to　go　to　
college。〃　

Jenny　closed　the　magazine　and　held　it　against　her　chest。　〃I　thought　you　were　going　to　Brown。〃　

Serena　pulled　a　down…feather　pillow　over　her　face　and　then　pulled　it　off　again。　Was　it　really　
necessary　to　answer　so　many　questions？　All　of　a　sudden　she　kind　of　wished　she　hadn't　invited　
Jenny　over。　〃I　don't　know　where　I'm　going。　I　might　not　even　go。　I　don't　know；〃　she　mumbled；　
tossing　the　pillow　on　the　floor　next　to　her　socks。　Her　flaxen　hair　fanned　out　around　her　perfectly　
chiseled　face　as　she　gazed　skyward　with　her　enormous　blue　eyes。　She　looked　so　lovely；　Jenny　half　
expected　a　flock　of　white　doves　to　flap　out　from　underneath　the　bed。　

Serena　grabbed　the　stereo　remote　from　off　her　bedside　table　and　clicked　on　the　old　Raves　CD　that　
she'd　been　listening　to　a　lot　lately。　The　CD　had　e　out　last　summer　and　reminded　her　of　a　time　
when　she　was　pletely　carefree。　She　hadn't　been　kicked　out　of　boarding　school　yet。　She　hadn't　
thought　about　applying　to　college。　She　hadn't　even　started　modeling　yet。　

〃What's　so　great　about　Brown？〃　she　questioned　aloud；　although　her　brother　Erik　went　there　and　
would　be　totally　pissed　off　if　she　decided　not　to　go。　Plus；　she'd　met　a　hunky　Latin　painter　at　Brown　
who　was　still　totally　in　lobe　with　her。　But　what　about　Harvard；　and　that　sensitive　nearsighted　tour　
guide　who'd　also　fallen　in　love　with　her？　Or　Yale　and　the　Whiffenpoofs；　who'd　written　a　song　for　
her？　And　there　was　always　Princeton；　which　she　hadn't　even　visited。　After　all；　it　was　the　closest　to　
the　city。　〃Maybe　I　should　just　defer　for　a　year　or　two；　get　my　own　apartment。　Model　some；　and　
maybe　try　acting。〃　

〃Or　you　could　do　both。　Like　Claire　Danes；〃　Jenny　suggested。　〃I　mean；　once　you　stop　going　to　
school；　it's　probably　really　hard　to　go　back。〃　

As　if　you'd　know；　Little　Miss　Helpful。　

Serena　rolled　off　the　bed　and　stood　in　front　of　the　full　length　mirror　that　hung　on　the　back　of　her　
closet　door。　She'd　rumpled　her　turquoise　Marni　peasant　blouse；　and　her　blue…and…white…seersucker　
Constance　Billard　uniform　was　hanging　lopsidedly　on　her　hips。　That　morning　she'd　been　late　as　
usual　and　had　tripped　running　to　school；　losing　her　orange　Miu　Miu　cork…heeled　clogs　and　landing　
facedown　on　the　sidewalk。　Now　the　iridescent　pink　polish　on　the　big　toe　of　her　left　foot　was　
chipped；　and　a　purple…and…yellow　bruise　stood　out　on　her　right　knee。　

〃What　a　mess。〃　She　plained。　

Jenny　wasn't　sure　how　Serena　could　even　stand　to　look　at　her