gossip girl 7 英文-第1部分

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（A　Gossip　Girl　Novel　…　07）　

Cecily　Von　Ziegesar　

I　must　be　cruel　only　to　be　kind　

…William　Shakespeare；　Hamlet　
Gossipgirl　

Hey　people！　
Only　two　weeks　left　to　make　up　out　minds　about　which　college　we　want　to　go　to…　for　those　of　us　
who　have　a　choice。　Meanwhile；　we　are　busy　mastering　the　art　of　not　flunking　out　of　our　last　ever　
term　of　high　school　while　spending　as　little　time　as　possible　actually　in　school　or　doing　homework。　
If　you　see　a　group　of　immaculately　groomed　girls　shedding　their　blue…and…white…seersucker　
uniforms　and　lying　out　in　Sheep　Meadow　in　Central　Park　in　their　cute　new　Malia　Mills　bikinis；　
that's　us。　If　you　see　a　group　of　shirtless　boys　in　rolled…up　khakis　and　bare　feet；　platinum　Cartier　
tank　watches　gleaming　from　their　tanned；　lacrosse…muscled　arms；　those　would　be　our　boyfriends。　
And　okay；　yeah；　it's　only　11am　on　Friday　and　we're　supposed　to　be　in　gym　or　AP　French；　but　we're　
nearing　the　end　of　the　most　difficult　year　of　our　lives　and　we　have　a　lot　of　excess　steam　to　blow　
off；　so　cut　us　some　slack；　okay？　

Better　yet；　join　us。　

In　case　you've　been　hiding　under　a　rock　somewhere　and　don't　yet　know　us…　doesn't　everyone？　…　We　
are　the　belles　of　the　ball；　the　princesses　and　princes　of　New　York's　Upper　East　Side。　Most　of　the　
time　we　live　in　penthouse　apartment　in　those　stately　doorman　buildings　on　Park　or　Fifth　avenues　
or　in　town　houses　that　take　up　half　a　city　block。　The　rest　of　the　time　we're　at　one　of　our　〃country〃　
houses；　which　vary　in　size　and　location　from　pounds　in　Connecticut　or　the　Hamptons　to　
medieval　castles　in　Ireland　to　beachfront　villas　in　St。　Barts。　Weekdays　there　is　school…　yawn…　at　
one　of　Manhattan's　small；　single…sex；　uniform…required　private　schools。　Weekends　we　play　hard；　
especially　now　that　the　weather　is　fine　and　our　parents　are　off　in　their　yachts　or　private　jets　or　
driver…operated　town　cars；　leaving　us　crazy　kids　to　do　as　we　please。　

And　what　pleases　us　most　right　now　is　one　of　out　favorite　three…letter　words。　You　may　not　be　
doing　it；　but　you're　definitely　talking　about　it。　Everyone's　talking　about　it。　And　some　of　us　are　
doing　it。　Especially。。。。　

THE　COUPLES　THAT　MAY　AS　WELL　BE　MARRIED　

They　sleep　together；　eat　together；　and　have　started　sharing　each　other's　clothes；　as　if　they　couldn't　
be　bothered　with　sorting　out　the　rumples　pile　of　his…and…hers　clothing　beside　the　bed　and　just　
shrugged　into　the　nearest　thing；　knowing　it　would　soon　be　shrugged　off　again。　Neither　of　them　can　
go　anywhere　alone　without　people　asking　〃where's。。。。。。。。。？〃　as　if　it's　totally　unbelievable　that　they　
would　spend　more　than　thirty　seconds　apart。　I　know；　I　can　hear　you　scoffing　already。　Like　；　how　


boring　to　have　only　one　boyfriend。　But　face　it；　they're　definitely　doing　more　than　just　talking　
about　that　three…letter　word；　which　is　more　than　can　be　said　for　the　rest　of　us。　

Your　e…mail　

Q：　Dear　GG　
My　dad　is　an　independent　film　producer　and　he's　at　Cannes　right　now　for　the　festival。　Everyone　is　
talking　about　this　document　about　〃privileged　New　York　City　teens；〃　but　no　one　knows　who　made　
it。　First　of　all；　are　you　in　the　film？　Second　of　all；　are　you　the　one　who　made　it？　
…LA　girl　
A：　Dear　LA　girl　
I　can't　really　answer　your　first　question　because　I　haven't　seen　the　film；　but　it　sounds　awfully　
familiar。。。。　A　certain　shaven…headed　girl　was　following　everyone　around　with　a　camera　a　few　
weeks　back。。。　As　for　your　second　question…　I　can　barely　take　pictures　with　my　camera…phone！　
…GG　
Sightings　

S　after　midnight；　tiptoeing　out　to　the　mailbox　outside　her　fifth　avenue　apartment　building　with　her　
arms　full　of　big　white　envelopes　emblazoned　with　various　college　crests。　She　was　wearing　an　
itty…bitty　baby　blue　Cosabella　nightgown　that　barely　covered　her　famously　gorgeous　bottom　（to　
the　delight　of　the　doormen　on　duty　and　all　the　cabbies　stuck　in　traffic）；　but　tiptoed　back　inside　
again　without　nailing　anything。　It　must　be　tough　making　a　decision　about　next　year　when　she　got　
into　every　school　she　applied　to；　and　maybe　even　some　that　she　didn't！　C　taking　his　military…issue　
scary…looking　black　boots　to　Tod's　for　a　little　spruce…up。　he's　going　to　be　the　first　cadet　ever　to　
wear　pink　tassels　in　his　boots。　D　and　J　fighting　over　the　mirror　in　H&M。　looks　like　a　little　sibling　
rivalry　has　set　in　now　that　they're　both　so　famous。　V　at　an　internet　café　in　Williamsburg　IMing　
random　strangers。　That　girl　has　no　fear。　K　and　I　feasting　and　scheming　in　Jackson　Hole。　Oh；　God；　
what　now？　No　sign　of　N　or　B。。。　Jeez；　don't　they　ever　get　bored　of　each　other？　What　if　they　have　to　
be　apart　next　year？　

Decisions；　decisions。。。。　Where　will　we　all　be　in　one　year's　time？　Can　we　possibly　survive　without　
each　other？　Try　not　to　freak　out…yet。　You　know　where　to　find　me　in　case　you　need　help；　or　
pany；　or　want　to　invite　me　over　for　one　of　those　spontaneous　rooftop　parties　that　
end…of…the…year　seniors　are　so　famous　for　having。　

You　know　I　love　you　
Gossip　Girl　


N'S　BEDROOM　100％　PURE　LOVE　

〃Wake　up！〃　Blair　Waldorf　yanked　off　the　Black　watch　plaid　duvet　and　let　it　fall　to　the　floor　beside　
the　antique　sleigh　bed。　Nate　Archibald　lay　sprawled　across　the　mattress　on　his　stomach；　naked　and　
very　relaxed。　Blair　sat　down　beside　him　and　bounced　up　and　down　as　hard　as　she　could。　Nate　kept　
his　eyes　closed　as　her　ruthless　bouncing　jarred　his　golden　brown　head　up　and　down。　Why　was　it　
that　s…e…x　made　her　so　hyper　and　him　so　sleepy？　

〃I'm　awake；〃　he　mumbled。　He　opened　one　glittering　green　eye　and　instantly　felt　more　awake　that　
he　had　a　second　before。　Blair　was　naked　too；　all　five　feet　four　inches　of　her；　from　her　shiny　
coral…glossed　toes　to　the　chestnut　brown　waves　of　her　pixie…cut。　She　had　the　type　of　body　that　
even　looked　better　naked　than　in　clothes。　Soft　without　being　fat；　and　more　delicate　than　her　usual　
costumes　of　preppy；　neatly　creased　jeans　and　cashmere　cardigans　or　short；　tight　little　black　dresses　
let　on。　She　was　still　a　pain　in　the　ass；　but　they'd　been　in　and　out　of　love　since　they　were　eleven　
years　old；　and　he　wanted　to　get　naked　with　her　for　even　longer。　How　typical　it　had　taken　Blair　six　
and　a　half　years　to　stop　fighting　with　him　and　actually　do　it。　

And　once　they'd　done　it　they　couldn't　stop　doing　it。　Nate　reached　up　and　pulled　her　down　on　top　of　
him；　kissing　her　randomly　and　ferociously　because　she　was　finally　his；　all　his。　

〃Hey！〃　Blair　giggled。　The　navy　blue　silk　Romanian　blinds　were　raised　and　the　windows　were　open；　
but　it　wasn't　like　she　cared　if　anyone　saw　or　heard　them。　They　were　in　love；　they　were　beautiful；　
and　they　were　sex　fiends。　If　anyone　was　looking；　it　was　because　they　were　seriously　jealous。　

Besides；　she　relished　the　attention；　even　from　the　random　perverted　Peeping　Toms　and　Tomasinas　
who　happened　to　be　spying　on　them　through　gold…plated　opera　glasses　from　windows　of　the　
surrounding　town　houses。　

They　kissed　for　a　while；　but　Nate　was　too　worn　out　to　do　much　else。　Blair　rolled　away　from　him　
and　lit　a　cigarette；　giving　Nate　little　puffs　every　once　and　awhile　like　the　actors　in　breathless；　the　
super…cool　black…and…white　French　film　she'd　watched　earlier　that　day　on　AP　French。　The　blond　
female　lead　always　looked　so　chic　and　beautiful　and　was　never　without　lipstick。　All　the　people　in　
the　movie　did　all　day　was　ride　around　on　a　Vespa　motorbike；　have　sex；　sit　in　cafés；　and　smoke。　Of　
course　they　always　looked　gorgeous。　But　Blair　had　to　keep　her　grades　up　if　she　wanted　to　get　off　
Yale's　wait　list；　and　what　with　school　and　homework　and　sex　with　Nate　everyday　after　school；　
there　was　hardly　time　for　primping。　Blair's　wavy　brown　hair　was　matted　and　sweaty；　her　lips　were　
chapped　from　prolonged　kissing　and　infrequent　lip　gloss　application；　and　she　hadn't　plucked　her　
eyebrows　in　two　whole　days。　Not　that　she　really　minded。　Sacrificing　a　little　personal　grooming　
time　for　sex　was　totally　worth　it。　Besides；　she'd　read　somewhere　that　an　hour　of　sex　burns　three　
hundred　and　sixty　calories；　so　even　if　she　was　a　little　scruffy；　at　least　she'd　be　skinny！　

She　reached　up　and　felt　the　stubble　gathering　between　her　dark；　neat　arched　eyebrows。　Okay；　so　
maybe　she　minded　just　a　teensy　bit；　but　she　could　always　grab　a　cab　down　to　Elizabeth　Arden　for　
an　eyebrow　wax。　


Stubble　aside；　Blair　had　never　felt　so　happy。　After　finally　doing　it　with　Nate　nearly　two　weeks　ago；　
she　was　a　whole　new　woman。　The　only　dark　cloud　in　her　rosy　sky　was　the　irritating　fact　that　she　
was　still　only　wait…listed　at　Yale。　Just　exactly　how　where　her　and　Nate　going　to　get　together　every　
afternoon　if　she　wound　up　having　to　go　to　Georgetown　in　DC…　the　only　school　that　had　actually　
accepted　her…and　he　was　up　at　Yale　in　New　Haven；　Connecticut；　or　Brown　in　Providence；　Rhode　
Island；　or　one　of　the　other　great　schools　he'd　so　unfairly　gotten　into？　Not　that　she　was　bitter；　but　
Nate　had　shown　up　stoned　for　the　SAT's；　took　no　AP's　and　barely　had　a　B　average；　while　she　was　
in　ever　AP　Constance　Billard　offered；　had　gotten　a　1490　on　her　SAT；　and　had　almost　an　A＋　
average。　Okay　so　maybe　she　was　slightly　bitter。　

〃If　I　joined　the　peace　Corps　and　spent　a　couple　of　years　building　sewers　and　making　sandwiches　
for　starving　children　in；　like；　Rio　or　somewhere；　then　Yale　would　have　to　take　me；　wouldn't　they？〃　
she　said　aloud。　

Nate　grinned。　Here　was　the　thing　about　Blair　that　he　loved。　She　was　spoiled；　but　she　wasn't　lazy。　
She　knew　what　she　wanted；　and　because　she　believed　absolutely　that　she　could　have　everything　
she　wanted　if　she　tried　hard　enough　to　get　it；　she　never　stopped　trying。　

〃　I　heard　everyone　gets　sick　in　the　Peace　Corps。　And　you　have　to　speak　the　native　language。〃　

〃I'll　so　it　in　France　than。〃　Blaire　blew　smoke　up　at　the　ceiling。　〃Or　one　of　those　African　countries　
where　t　hey　speak　French。〃　She　tried　to　imagine　herself　conversing　with　the　natives　in　some　arid　
African　village　while　balancing　a　clay　pot　of　fresh　goat's　milk　on　her　head　and　wearing　an　
elaborately　dyed　caftan　that　could　be　supremely　sexy　if　tied　in　the　right　places。　She'd　have　a　killer　
tan　and　would　be　nothing　but　muscle　and　bone　from　all　the　hard　work　and　horrible　intestinal　
diseases。　Children　would　clamor　at　her　knees　for　the　Godiva　chocolates　she'd　order　for　them　and　
she'd　smile　sincerely　down　at　them　like　a　beautiful；　unwrinkled　Mother　Teresa。　When　she　returned　
to　the　States　she'd　win　some　Peace　Corps　award　for　best　volunteer；　or　even　the　Nobel　peace　Prize。　
She'd　have　dinner　with　the　president；　who　would　write　her　a　remendation　to　Yale；　and　then　
Yale　would　fall　over　themselves　to　accept　her。　

Nate　was　pretty　sure　the　Peace　Corps　only　helped　out　in　third…world　countries；　not　economically　
thriving　places　like　France；　and　no　way　would　Blair　last　more　than　half　and　hour　in　some　remote　
African　Village　where　they　didn't　have　Sephora　or　even　flushing　toilets。　Poor　Blair。　It　was　
pletely　unfair　that　he'd　gotten　into　Yale　without　really　trying；　while　she；　who'd　wanted　to　go　to　
Yale　since　she　was　two　years　old；　had　been　wait…listed。　Then　again；　Nate　was　used　to　getting　
things　without　really　trying。　

He　propped　his　head　up　on　his　hand　and　tenderly　smoothed　Blair's　dark　hair　away　from　her　
forehead。