gossip girl 7 英文-第8章

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maybe　she'd　kissed　him　good…bye　and　gone　home？　He　honestly　couldn't　remember。　If　she　was　still　
in　the　shower；　he　might　steal　downstairs　and　surprise　her。　The　thought　of　her　wet　and　naked　made　
him　smile　deliciously。　

Charlie　pulled　a　marijuana…stuffed　Ziploc　from　out　of　his　khaki　pants　pocket　and　began　loading　it　

up　on　the　bong。　〃You　said　the　boat's　in　the　harbor？〃　
Before　Nate　had　a　chance　to　respond；　his　cell　phone　rang。　BLAIR　flashed　up　on　the　phone's　little　
screen　

Speak　of　the　she…devil。　
Nate　pressed　answer　and　put　the　phone　on　to　his　ear　without　actually　saying　anything。　
〃Guess　where　I　am？〃　Blair　gushed　happily。　〃The　Plaza。　So　get　your　ass　over　here　right　now。　I　have　


a　suite。〃　
The　Plaza　was　only　about　twenty　blocks　away。　Nate　gazed　in　the　general　direction　of　downtown。　It　


seemed　very　far　away；　but　it　would　be　nice　to　lie　on　a　big　white　hotel　bed　and　watch　lots　of　movies　
and　order　room　service。　He　was　pretty　hungry。　
Not　exactly　what　Blair　had　in　mind。　
〃Just　bring　your　toothbrush。　I've　got　everything　else　covered；〃　she　added　coyly。　
Meaning　the　three　Cs：　Champagne；　caviar　and　condoms。　
〃Sounds　good；〃　Nate　responded　gamely。　〃See　you　in　a　minute。〃　He　clicked　off　and　Jeremy　shoved　


the　bong　at　him。　
〃So　what　I'm　thinking　is；〃　he　told　Nate　with　the　intense　face　of　a　seriously　stoned　person。　He'd　
pick　the　green　alligator　away　from　his　Lacoste　shirt；　and　it　dangled　from　his　chest　like　a　partially　


removed　scab。　〃We　all　head　down　to　your　parents'　boat。　It's　stocked　with　booze；　and　the　crew's　
probably　doing　the　tourist　thing　in　town　and　won't　even　notice　if　we　take　it　out　for　a　spin；　right？　
You　sail　like　a　master。　Why　not　go　on　a　little　pre…Hamptons　excursion　to；　say…〃　

〃Bermuda！〃　Charlie　piped　up。　

〃Fuck；　yeah；〃　Anthony　agreed。　

The　three　boys　looked　at　Nate。　They　knew　they　were　asking　to　do　something　pletely　
outrageous；　but　they　could　tell　by　the　interested　glimmer　in　Nate's　eye　that　he　was　sort　of　into　it。　

Nate's　mind　was　racing　in　a　blurry；　zig…zaggedy；　stoned　way。　Sail　the　boat　to　Bermuda？　Sure；　why　
not？　They　were　seniors　they　could　do　whatever　they　wanted。　Blair　could　e　too；　and　they　could　
drink　mimosas　and　make　love　on　the　beach　under　the　warm　sun。　She　was　always　talking　about　
going　away　together。　

Lexie　came　over　and　sat　down　in　Nate's　lap。　She　smelled　like　amber　incense　and　goose…liver　paté。　
The　tip　of　her　jet…black　ponytail　just　grazed　the　sun；　moon　and　the　stars　tattoo　on　her　shoulder　
blade。　〃Alors；　what's　next？〃　she　yawned；　taking　the　bong　from　Nate。　

Nate　waited　until　she　was　done　with　the　bong　to　pushing　her　out　of　his　lap　and　hoisting　himself　to　
his　feet。　He　clapped　his　hands　together　like　a　stoned　camp　counselor。　〃e　on；　everybody；　we're　
going　on　an　adventure。〃　

The　junior　boys　began　to　murmur　excitedly。　Not　only　had　they　gotten　to　party　at　Nate　Archibalds'　
town　house；　he　was　taking　them　somewhere…　probably　somewhere　cooler　than　they　had　ever　been　
before。　

〃Anyone　who　pukes　on　boats　should　probably　stay　behind！〃　Jeremy　warned。　

〃No　fucking　way；〃　whispered　a　St。　Jude's　junior　whose　name　happened　to　be　Nte　lyons；　and　who　
mimicked　his　namesake　down　on　the　color　of　his　navy　blue　Brooks　Brothers　socks。　There　was　a　
mass　rush　to　the　exit。　Nate　Archibald；　the　coolest　senior　boy　on　the　Upper　East　Side；　was　taking　
them　out　on　his　boat。　It　was　their　big　fucking　day！　

Nate　followed　the　rest　of　the　boys　downstairs　with　good…natured　amusement；　pletely　
forgetting　what　he's　been　about　to　do　before　the　topic　of　a　sail　to　Bermuda　even　came　up。　behind　
him；　his　cell　phone　lay　forgotten　on　the　roof　terrace；　its　little　screen　flashing　the　name　BLAIR　as　it　
rang　every　two　minutes　for　the　next　half　hour。　

'Winter；　sprinf；　summer；　or　fa…waall　
All　you　have　to　do　is　ca…waall　
And　I'll　be　there！'　


Yeah。　Right。　

ANOTHER　WASTED　PAIR　OF　LA　PERLA　UNDERWEAR　

〃Nate's　on　his　way　over；〃　Blair　announced　to　Serena　smugly　over　the　phone。　She'd　called　Serena　
just　to　brag　about　being　at　the　Plaza；　feeling　guilty　as　she　dialed　but　getting　over　the　guilt　by　the　
time　the　phone　began　to　ring。　She　leaned　toward　the　massive　gilt…framed　bathroom　mirror　and　
applied　another　coat　of　Chanel　Vamp　lipstick。　It　was　dark　red　and　she　usually　only　wore　it　in　
winter；　but　when　you　were　locked　in　a　sumptuous　hotel　suite　with　your　boyfriend　having　constant　
sex；　who　cared　what　season　it　was？　

〃Don't　be　mad；〃　Blair　pleaded　with　her　best　friend。　〃We　can　hang　out　in　my　suit　tomorrow　
afternoon　or　something；　okay？〃　she　flashed　her　reflection　a　sexy；　knowing　grin。　〃After　Nate　and　I　
wake　up。〃　

〃you　two　are　ridiculous；〃　Serena　scoffed　without　the　slightest　note　of　jealously。　Blair　had　
confessed　to　finally　loosing　her　virginity　to　Nate　the　morning　after　it　happened；　but　she'd　resisted　
too　much　detail　and　Serena　resisted　asking　too　many　questions。　After　all；　Serena　and　Nate　had　lost　
their　virginities　together；　so　sex　withy　Nate　was　kind　of　an　awkward　subject。　

〃I　have　to　go　to　this　new　Yale　student'　party；〃　Serena　responded。　〃Not　that　I'm　going　to　Yale；〃　she　
hurriedly　corrected　herself。　Her　acceptance　to　Yale　was　an　even　worse　subject。　〃My　parents　signed　
us　up　though；　so　I　have　to　go。〃　

〃Oh。〃　Blair　pouted　her　lips　and　turned　around　to　examine　her　butt　in　her　new　black　silk　La　Perla　
underwear　set。　Of　course　she　wasn't　exactly　into　Yale　yet；　but　she　was　on　the　fucking　waiting　list…　
they　still　could　have　invited　her。　

〃I　was　hoping　you'd　e　with　me；〃　Serena　added。　〃Since　you're　more　likely　to　go　to　Yale　than　I　
am。〃　

Blair　readjusted　her　bra　straps。　Nate　was　into　Yale　too；　but　he　hadn't　mentioned　any　Yale　party。　
And　if　he　wasn't　going；　she　certainly　couldn't　go。　They　might　be。。。　other…wise　engaged。　


Uh…huh。　

〃It's　not　until　seven；〃　Serena　prompted。　〃You　guys　should　be　ready　to　venture　outside　by　then。〃　

〃Can　I　call　you　about　it　tomorrow？〃　Blair　asked　dubiously。　

〃Whatever。〃　Serena　didn't　mind　going　to　parties　by　herself；　since　she　was　never　by　herself　for　very　
long。　Boys　buzzed　and　hovered　around　her　like　flies　at　a　picnic。　〃Have　fun　tonight。　'Bye；　sweetie。〃　

Blair　hung　up　just　as　the　bellboy　arrived　with　the　bottle　of　Dom　Pérignon　and　the　plate　of　caviar　
and　toast　points　she'd　ordered　from　room　service。　She　slipped　into　one　of　the　Plaza's　thick　white　
terrycloth　robes　and　answered　the　door。　

〃Over　by　the　bed；〃　she　manded；　loving　how　Joan　Crawfordishly　jaded　she　sounded。　She　
tipped　the　guy　and　waited　until　he　closed　the　door。　Then　she　slipped　out　of　her　robe；　flopped　down　
on　her　side　on　the　massive　California　king　bed；　and　reached　for　the　remote。　Within　seconds　she'd　
found　AMC　…　American　Movie　Classics；　the　channel　that　regularly　played　all　her　favorites　like　
'Breakfast　at　Tiffany's'；　staring　Audrey　Hepburn；　and　〃My　Fair　Lady'　also　staring　Audrey　Hepburn。　

To　her　disappointment；　'Dirt　Dancing'　was　playing。　Since　when　was　anything　made　after　1980　a　
true　classic？　Blair　wondered。　All　of　a　sudden　she　felt　odd。　But　then；　that　seemed　sort　of　
appropriate；　considering　she　was　about　to　have　a　hot…and…heavy　liaison　with　her　lover　in　a　
sumptuous　hotel　suite。　Where　was　Nate　anyway？　A　cab　away　from　his　house　to　the　Plaza　would　
only　take　seven　minutes。　If　she　were　Nate；　she'd　have　made　it　in　five。　She　dialed　his　cell　without　
even　looking　at　the　buttons　on　her　phone；　but　there　was　no　answer。　Maybe　he　was　showering　and　
putting　on　his　very　sexy　black　Calvin　Klein　boxers　in　preparation　for　their　rendezvous；　she　mused。　

Or　maybe　not。　

Blair　stood　up；　removed　her　robe；　and　dimmed　the　lights。　Then　she　spread　a　little　caviar　on　one　of　
the　toast　points　and　stood　watching　herself　in　the　over…sized　gilt…framed　dressing　mirror　as　she　ate　
it。　On　the　TV　screen　behind　her；　〃Baby〃　was　trying　to　look　innocent　after　spending　all　night　
having　big　sweaty　sex　with　Patrick　Swayze；　the　dance　instructor　at　the　summer　resort　where　her　
family　was　vacationing。　Baby's　dad　was　so　seriously　pissed　off　at　her；　Blair　wondered　fleetingly　
how　her　own　dad　would　feel　if　he　knew　she'd　moved　into　a　hotel　suite　just　so　she　could　have　a　
little　privacy　with　Nate。　Not　that　her　gay；　French…chateau…living；　
pastel…argyle…socks…and…baby…blue…Gucci…sunglasses…wearing　dad　and　Baby's　responsible　doctor　
dad　in　'Dirty　Dancing'　had　anything　in　mon。　She　dialed　Nate　once　again　and　when　he　didn't　
answer；　she　made　herself　another　caviar　toast　point　sandwich　and　called　her　dad's　number　in　
southern　France；　where　he'＇d　been　living　since　he　and　Eleanor　split　up　over　his　gayness　almost　
two　years　ago。　

〃Bear？　Is　everything　okay？　Did　you　hear　from　those　fuck…head　at　Yale　yet？　Are　you　in？　Her　father　


demanded　as　soon　as　he　heard　her　voice。　

Blair　could　picture　him　perfectly；　naked　except　for　a　pair　of　royal　blue　silk　boxers　shorts；　his　
sleeping　lover…　Francois　or　Eduard　or　whatever　his　name　was　…　snoring　softly　beside　him。　Harold　
Waldorf；　Esq。　used　to　be　managing　partner　at　a　major　corporate　law　firm；　married　to　society　
hostess　Eleanor　and　living　in　a　penthouse　with　his　two　lovely　children；　Blair　and　Tyler。　Now　he　
bottled　his　own　wine　from　the　vineyards　surrounding　his　chateau；　shopped　at　cute　Fre