gossip girl 9 英文-第29部分

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Want　to　know　why　S　went　to　bed　alone？　Because　her　roomie　was　crashed　out　downstairs。　But　B　
was　definitely　not　alone。。。。　

if　we　took　a　holiday　。。。　

People；　let？s　not　forget　that　the　summer　was　made　for　relaxing。　July　is　just　around　the　corner；　and　
by　the　time　Bastille　Day　rolls　around　（isn？t　that　someone？s　birthday？）　we？ll　officially　be　halfway　
through　the　break。　There　will　be　plenty　of　time　for　work　e　fall；　for　midterms　and　fraternity　
mixers　and　worrying　about　interviewing　for　the　best　internships　for　next　summer。　This　is　our　time　
to　play；　so　get　down　to　business　and　just　。　。　。　chill。　Oh；　who　am　I　kidding？　In　this　town；　we　never　
just　chill！　Okay；　maybe　N　does；　but　the　rest　of　us　never　slow　down。　Speaking　of　never　slowing　
down　。　。　。　

WillB　break　another　heart？　She？s　already　cast　aside　two　suitors；　and　it？s　not　even　July！　

WillS　be　able　to　adjust　to　life　without　the　cameras　rolling？　Will　she　share　the　limelight　with　B　in　
the　Hamptons；　or　will　she　go　Hollywood　and　spend　the　rest　of　her　days　with　her　new　BFF　T？　

WillN　make　nice　withB　？　Will　he　go　crawling　back　toS　？　Or　has　he　finally　given　up　on　chasing　
girls　and　decided　to　grow　up？　And　have　we　heard　the　last　from　his　little　summer　fling？　Methinks　
not。　After　all；　he　still　has　lots　of　work　to　do　on　his　lax　coach？s　house。。。。　

What　about　the　Hamptons？　Will　this　vacation　playland　for　the　rich　and　famous　be　big　enough　
forB　；S　；　andN　？　What　about　the　rest　of　Manhattan？s　elite？　The　location　might　be　changing；　but　
the　stars　are　character　actors？they　never　really　change。　

And　seriously：　what　the　hell　is　going　on　withV　andD　？　Odds　are　three…to…one　they　re？hook　up　by　
July　Fourth。　Any　gamblers　out　there？　

I？m　going　to　stay　on　the　case　and　get　some　answers。　It　is；　after　all；　my　summer　job；　and　I？m　the　
hardest　worker　I　know。　Someone？s　got　to　do　it。　

You　know　you　love　me。　

　gossip　girl　


Once　upon　a　time　on　the　Upper　East　Side　of　New　York　City；　two　beautiful　girls　fell　in　love　with　
one　perfect　boy。。。。　
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it　had　to　be　you　
the　gossip　girl　prequel　
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and　find　out　how　it　all　began。　
by　the　#1　New　York　Times　bestselling　author　
Cecily　von　Ziegesar　
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Disclaimer：　All　the　real　names　of　places；　people；　and　events　have　been　altered　or　abbreviated　to　
protect　the　innocent。　Namely；　me。　
hey　people！　

Ever　have　that　totally　freakish　feeling　that　someone　is　listening　in　on　your　conversations；　spying　
on　you　and　your　friends；　following　you　to　parties；　and　generally　stalking　you？　Well；　they　are。　Or　
actually；　I　am。　The　truth　is；　I？ve　been　here　all　along；　because　I？m　one　of　you。　

Feeling　totally　lost？　Don？t　get　out　much？　Don？t　know　who　？we？　are？　Allow　me　to　explain。　
We？re　an　exclusive　group　of　indescribably　beautiful　people　who　happen　to　live　in　those　majestic；　
green…awninged；　white…glove…doorman　buildings　near　Central　Park。　We　attend　Manhattan？s　most　
elite　single…sex　private　schools。　Our　families　own　yachts　and　estates　in　various　exotic　locations　
throughout　the　world。　We　frequent　all　the　best　beaches　and　the　most　exclusive　ski　resorts。　We？re　


seated　immediately　at　the　nicest　restaurants　in　the　chicest　neighborhoods　without　a　reservation。　
We　turn　heads。　But　don？t　confuse　us　with　Hollywood　actors　or　models　or　rock　stars？those　people　
you　feel　like　you　know　because　you　hear　so　much　about　them；　but　who　are　actually　pletely　
boring　pared　to　the　parts　they　play　or　the　songs　they　sing。　There？s　nothing　boring　about　me　or　
my　friends；　and　the　more　I　tell　you　about　us；　the　more　you？re　going　to　want　to　know。　I？ve　kept　
quiet　until　now；　but　something　has　happened　and　I　just　can？t　stay　quiet　about　it。　。　。　。　

We　learned　in　our　first　eleventh…grade　creative　writing　class　this　week　that　most　great　stories　
begin　in　one　of　the　following　fashions：　someone　mysteriously　disappears　or　a　stranger　es　to　
town。　The　story　I？m　about　to　tell　is　of　the　？someone　mysteriously　disappears？　variety。　

To　be　specific；S　is　gone。　

In　order　to　unravel　the　mystery　of　why　she？s　left　and　where　she？s　gone；　I？m　going　to　have　to　
backtrack　to　last　winter？the　winter　of　our　sopho…more　year？when　the　La　Mer　skin　cream　hit　the　
fan　and　our　pretty　pink　rose…scented　bubble　burst。　It　all　started　with　three　inseparable；　perfectly　
innocent；　？bergorgeous　fifteen…year…olds。　Well；　they？re　sixteen　now；　and　let？s　just　say　that　two　of　
them　are　not　that　innocent。　

If　anyone　is　going　to　tell　this　tale　it　has　to　be　me；　because　I　was　at　the　scene　of　every　crime。　So　
sit　back　while　I　unravel　the　past　and　reveal　everyone？s　secrets；　because　I　know　everything；　and　
what　I　don？t　know　I？ll　invent；　elaborately。　

Admit　it：　you？re　already　falling　for　me。　

Love　you　too　。　。　。　

　gossip　girl　

the　best　stories　begin　with　one　boy　and　two　girls　

？Truce！？　Serena　van　der　Woodsen　screamed　as　Nate　Archibald　body…checked　her　into　a　
three…foot…high　drift　of　powdery　white　snow。　Cold　and　wet；　it　tunneled　into　her　ears　and　down　her　
pants。　Nate　dove　on　top　of　her；　all　five…foot　eleven　inches　of　his　perfect；　golden…brown…haired；　
glittering…green…eyed；　fifteen…year…old　boyness。　Nate　smelled　like　Downy　and　the　Kiehl？s　
sandalwood　soap　the　maid　stocked　his　bathroom　with。　Serena　just　lay　there；　trying　to　breathe　with　
him　on　top　of　her。　？My　scalp　is　cold；？　she　pleaded；　getting　a　mouthful　of　Nate？s　snow…dampened；　
godlike　curls　as　she　spoke。　

Nate　sighed　reluctantly；　as　if　he　could　have　spent　all　day　outside　in　the　frigid　February　meat　
locker　that　was　the　back　garden　of　his　family？s　Eighty…second…Street…just…off…Park…Avenue　


Manhattan　town　house。　He　rolled　onto　his　back　and　wriggled　like　Serena？s　long…dead　golden　
retriever；　Guppy；　when　she　used　to　let　him　loose　on　the　green　grass　of　the　Great　Lawn　in　Central　
Park。　Then　he　stood　up；　awkwardly　dusting　off　the　seat　of　his　neatly　pressed　Brooks　Brothers　
khakis。　It　was　Saturday；　but　he　still　wore　the　same　clothes　he　wore　every　weekday　as　a　sophomore　
at　the　St。　Jude？s　School　for　Boys　over　on　East　End　Avenue。　It　was　the　unofficial　Prince　of　the　
Upper　East　Side　uniform；　the　same　uniform　he　and　his　classmates　had　been　wearing　since　they？d　
started　nursery　school　together　at　Park　Avenue　Presbyterian。　

Nate　held　out　his　hand　to　help　Serena　to　her　feet。　She　frowned　cautiously　up　at　him；　worried　that　
he　was　only　faking　her　out　and　was　about　to　tackle　her　again。　？I　really　am　cold。？　

He　flapped　his　hand　at　her　impatiently。　？I　know。　e　on。？　

She　snorted；　pretended　to　pick　her　nose　and　wipe　it　on　the　seat　of　her　snow…soaked　dark　denim　
Earl　jeans；　then　grabbed　his　hand　with　her　faux…snotty　one。　？Thanks；　pal。？　She　staggered　to　her　
feet。　？You？re　a　real　chum。？　

Nate　led　the　way　inside。　The　backs　of　his　pant　legs　were　damp　and　she　could　see　the　outline　of　
his　tighty…whiteys。　Really；　how　gay　of　him！　He　held　the　glass…paned　French　doors　open　and　stood　
aside　to　let　her　pass。　Serena　kicked　off　her　baby　blue　Uggs　and　scuffed　her　bare；　Urban　Decay　
Piggy　Bank　pink？toenailed　feet　down　the　long　hall　to　the　stately　town　house？s　enormous；　barely　
used　all…white　Italian　Modern　kitchen。　Nate？s　father　was　a　former　sea　captain…turned…banker；　and　
his　mother　was　a　French　society　hostess。　They　were　basically　never　home；　and　when　theywere　
home；　they　were　at　the　opera。　

？Are　you　hungry？？　Nate　asked；　following　her。　？I？m　so　sick　of　takeout。　My　parents　have　been　in　
Venezuela　or　Santa　Domingo　or　wherever　they　go　in　February　for　like　two　weeks；　and　I？ve　been　
eating　burritos；　pizza；　or　sushi　every　freaking　night。　I　asked　Regina　to　buy　ham；　Swiss；　Pepperidge　
Farm　white　bread；　Grammy　Smith　apples；　and　peanut　butter。　All　I　want　is　the　food　I　ate　in　
kindergarten。？　He　tugged　anxiously　on　his　wavy；　golden　brown　hair。　？Maybe　I？m　going　through　
some　sort　of　midlife　crisis　or　something。？　

Like　his　life　is　so　stressful？　

？It？s　GrannySmith；　silly；？　Serena　informed　him　fondly。　She　opened　a　glossy　white　cupboard　and　
found　an　unopened　box　of　cinnamon…and…brown…sugar　Pop…Tarts。　Ripping　open　the　box；　she　
removed　one　of　the　packets　from　inside；　tore　it　open　with　her　neat；　white　teeth；　and　pulled　out　a　
thickly　frosted　pastry。　She　sucked　on　the　Pop…Tart？s　sweet；　crumbly　corner　and　hopped　up　on　the　
counter；　kicking　the　cupboards　below　with　her　size…eight…and…a…half　feet。　Pop…Tarts　at　Nate？s。　
She？d　been　having　them　there　since　she　was　five　years　old。　And　now　。。。　and　now　。。。　

　Serena　sighed　heavily。　？Mom　and　Dad　want　me　to　go　to　boarding　school　next　year；？　she　
announced；　her　enormous；　almost　navy　blue　eyes　growing　huge　and　glassy　as　they　welled　up　with　
unexpected　tears。　Go　away　to　boarding　school　and　leave　Nate？　It　hurt　too　much　to　even　think　


about。　

Nate　flinched　as　if　he？d　been　slapped　in　the　face　by　an　invisible　hand。　He　grabbed　the　other　
Pop…Tart　from　out　of　the　packet　and　hopped　up　on　the　counter　next　to　Serena。　？No　way；？　he　
responded　decisively。　She　couldn？t　leave。　He　wouldn？t　allow　it。　

？They　want　to　travel　more；？　Serena　explained。　The　pink；　perfect　curve　of　her　lower　lip　trembled　
dangerously。　？If　I？m　home；　they　feel　like　they　need　to　be　home　more。　Like　I　want　them　around？　
Anyway；　they？ve　arranged　for　me　to　meet　some　of　the　deans　of　admissions　and　stuff。　It？s　like　I　
have　no　choice。？　

Nate　scooted　over　a　few　inches　and　put　his　arm　around　her。　？The　city　is　going　to　suck　if　you？re　
not　here；？　he　told　her　earnestly。　？You　can？t　go。？　

Serena　took　a　deep　shuddering　breath　and　rested　her　pale　blond　head　on　his　shoulder。　？I　love　you；？　
she　murmured；　closing　her　delicate　eyelids。　Their　bodies　were　so　close　the　entire　Nate…side　of　her　
hummed。　If　she　turned　her　head　and　tilted　her　chin　just　so；　she　could　have　easily　kissed　his　warm；　
lovely　neck。　And　she　wanted　to。　She　was　actually　dying　to；　because　she　really　did　love　him；　with　
all　her　heart。　

She　did？　Hello？　Since　when？！　

Maybe　since　ballroom…dancing　school　way　back　in　fourth　grade。　She　was　tall　for　her　age；　and　
Nate　was　always　such　a　gentleman　about　her　lack　of　rhythm　and　the　way　she　stepped　on　his　
insteps　and　jutted　her　bony　elbows　into　his　sides。　He？d　finesse　it　by　grabbing　her　hand　and　
spinning　her　around　so　that　the　skirt　of　her　puffy；　oyster…colored　satin　tea…length　Bonpoint　dress　
twirled　out　magnificently。　Their　teacher；　Mrs。　Jaffe；　who　had　long　blue　hair　that　she　kept　in　place　
with　a　pearl…adorned　black　hairnet；　worshipped　Nate。　So　did　Serena？s　best　friend；　Blair　Waldorf。　
And　so　did　Serena？she　just　hadn？t　realized　it　until　now。　Serena　shuddered　and　her　perfect　skin　
broke　out　in　a　rash　of　goose　bumps。　Her　whole　body　seemed　to　be　having　an　adverse　reaction　to　
the　idea　of　revealing　something　she？d　kept　so　well　hidden　for　so　long；　even　from　herself。　

Nate　wrapped　his　lacrosse…toned　arms　around　her　long；　narrow　waist　and　pulled　her　close；　
tucking　her　pale　gold　head　into　the　crook　of　his　neck　and　massaging　the　ruts　between　the　ribs　on　
her　back　with　his　fingertips。　The　best　thing　about　Serena　was　her　total　lack　of　embarrassing　flab。　
Her　entire　body　w