gossip girl 7 英文-第11部分

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Blair　glared　at　the　annoying　dreadlocked　head　that　had　poked　its　way　into　her　so…called　bedroom。　
〃Actually；　I'm　going　out；〃　she　replied；　yanking　her　never…worn　Calvin　Klein　navy　blue　satin　slip　
dress　out　of　her　closet。　Nate　was　till　MIA　and　she'd　just　had　the　humiliating　experience　of　taking　a　
cab　home　from　the　Plaza　in　her　school　Uniform；　even　though　it　was　Saturday　and　there　was　no　
school。　

Girls　who　must　wear　uniforms　to　school　try　their　hardest　not　to　be　seen　in　uniform　outside　of　
school　hours；　and　especially　not　on　weekends。　

Earlier　that　afternoon　she's　actually　had　a　par　of　Earl　jeans　delivered　to　her　room　at　the　Plaza　
directly　from　Barneys　Co…op；　but　when　the　jeans　arrived　they　were　totally　different　style　than　the　
ones　she　was　used　to　wearing…　pencil　straight　and　meant　to　ride　so　low　that　at　least　six　inches　of　
her　butt　crack　would　show。　Blair　could　barely　get　them　over　her　knees。　And；　with　only　her　school　
uniform；　her　La　Perla　underwear；　and　a　white　terrycloth　Plaza　Hotel　bathrobe　to　wear；　and　nothing　
to　do　but　watch　TV　for　sixteen　hours　straight；　she'd　slowly　been　going　insane。　The　Yale　party　
Serena　had　mentioned　would　offer　a　wele　escape；　as　well　as　provide　an　opportunity　to　take　
revenge　on　Nate。　

Roll　camera。　

She'd　arrive　at　the　party　in　a　cloud　of　perfume　and　cigarette　smoke；　like　some　sort　of　genie；　
wearing　something　so　adorably　irresistible　that　all　the　ining　freshmen　boys　and　even　the　
stodgy　old　Yale　alumnae　at　the　party　would　toss　back　their　scotches　and　fall　on　their　knees　at　her　
immaculately　manicured　feet。　She'd　have　a　torrid；　newsworthy　affair　with　the　handsomest；　most　
influential　one　in　the　bunch；　making　sure　Nate　heard　all　about　it；　and　then　demand　that　the　
aforementioned　alumnus　secure　her　acceptance　at　Yale。　Then　she'd　tell　Nate　to　go　fuck　himself　
and　go　to　Brown　or　someplace　even　further　away；　because　she　honestly　never　wanted　to　see　his　
sorry　face　again。　

〃Nate's　mom　called。　She　was　kind　of　snippy。　She　said　she'd　appreciate　it　if　you　and　Nate　showed　
up　at　the　Yale　Loves　New　York　party　tonight；〃　Aaron　informed　her。　

Huh？　

Blair　frowned　down　at　the　slip　dress　in　her　hands。　It　was　a　lovely　shade　of　deep　Yale　blue；　but　not　
quite　as　e…hither　as　she　would　have　liked。　Unless　she　wore　an　outrageously　sexy　pair　of　
strappy　high…heeled　sandals　with　it…　of　which　she　had　many。　


〃I　thought　that　party　was　only　for　people　who　were　definitely　going　to　Yale　in　the　fall；〃　Aaron　
persisted　nosily。　〃You　didn't　get　in　already；　did　you？〃　

Ignoring　him；　Blair　pulled　one　of　those　mini　poncho　things　she　didn't　even　remember　buying　from　
out　of　her　closet。　It　was　a　sort　of　stripy　blue…gray；　one　of　Missoni's　latest　weaves。　She　held　it　
against　the　dress　to　see　if　it　would　go；　and　it　did；　but　it　wasn't　exactly　the　alluring　
you…know…you…want…me　look　she　needed　to　get　those　Yalies　hearts　aflutter。　

She　threw　Aaron　an　icy　get…the…fuck…out…of…here…I'm…trying…to…get…dressed　glance。　〃For　your　
information；　no　I　didn't　find　out…　yet。　However；　I　am　confident　that　eventually　I　will　get　in；　so　I　
really　don't　see　why　I　shouldn't　attend　this　party。〃　She　walked　over　to　the　door；　and　gripped　the　
doorknob；　preparing　to　slam　it　in　Aaron's　face。　He'd　gotten　into　Harvard　early　admission。　What　the　
fuck　did　he　care？　

Aaron　backed　away；　holding　up　his　hands　to　show　that　he　meant　no　harm。　〃No　need　to　be　so　
hostile。〃　

Nothing　makes　a　girl　feel　more　hostile　than　being　accused　of　being　hostile。　

Blair　slammed　the　door。　A　few　minutes　later；　she　opened　it　again；　wearing　the　royal　blue　slip　dress　
and　a　pair　of　silver　metallic　three…and…a…half…inch　Manolo　sandals。　She　teetered　down　the　hall　to　
her　old　room。　Baby　Yale　had　the　perfect　notice…me　accessory　for　her　outfit。　If　Blair　could　just　
sneak　into　the　nursery　without　anyone　seeing。。。　

Yale's　room　was　decorated　in　shades　of　pale　yellow　and　peach　and　was　filled　with　pluch　toys　and　
miniature　wooden　furniture。　The　crib　was　draped　with　thick　white　mosquito　netting　imported　from　
India；　so　that　it　was　impossible　to　see　if　Yale　was　sleeping　inside　it　or　not；　but　there　was　a　hush　
about　the　room　that　suggested　she　was。　It　also　suggested　that　the　baby　was　still　in　quarantine。　

Oops。　

Blair　tiptoed　up　to　the　buttery　yellow　antique　armoire；　slid　open　the　top　drawer；　and　removed　a　
small　white　velvet　jewelry　box。　Then　closed　the　door　and　tiptoed　over　to　the　crib。　

〃I'll　bring　it　back；　I　promise；〃　she　whispered　to　the　blanketed　bundle　lying　peacefully　inside。　She　
lifted　up　the　mosquito　netting　and　planted　a　kiss　on　Yale's　soft　pink　cheek；　too　focused　on　her　
prize　to　notice　that　the　baby　was　wearing　little　mittens　on　her　hands　to　keep　her　from　scratching　
her　rosy；　rash…ridden　body。　

Usually　it's　the　younger　sister　who　steals　stuff　from　her　older　sister's　room；　but；　as　baby　Yale　will　
eventually　find　out；　Blair　isn't　exactly　your　average　older　sister。　


SPEAKING　OF　LITTLE　SISTERS。。。。　

The　Lower　East　Side　was　one　of　those　lucky　New　York　neighborhood　that　had　been　cool　forever　
but　was　just　out　of　the　way　had　dirty　enough　to　remain　free　of　tourists　and　Starbucks；　and　to　resist　
being　the　trendy　neighborhood　of　the　moment　like　the　Meatpacking　District　had　bee。　A　
line　of　girls　in　halter　tops　and　pleated　miniskirts　and　guys　in　jeans　and　polo　shirts　with　the　collars　
turned　up　had　formed　outside　Funktion；　the　Orchard　Street　club　where　the　Raves　were　performing。　

Jenny　gripped　Elise's　elbow；　gloating　inwardly　at　how　cool　it　was　not　to　have　to　wait　in　line　with　
the　others；　worrying　about　whether　or　not　the　bouncer　would　let　them　in。　she　gave　them　her　name；　
the　velvet　rope　parted；　and　in　they　went。　

Ta…da！　Instant　coolness。　

Inside；　Funktion　was　smaller　than　Jenny　had　envisioned；　and　even　though　it　was　new；　it　felt　old。　
The　club's　floor　was　painted　black　and　the　walls　were　made　of　cement　blocks　painted　red。　It　was　
crowded；　and　instead　of　sitting　at　the　black…and…white　checkerboard　tables；　people　crowded　near　
the　stage；　standing　up　with　beers　in　hand。　The　coolest　and　corniest　thing　about　the　club　was　the　
fireman's　pole　left　over　from　when　it　had　been　a　firehouse。　The　pole　descended　centre　stage　from　
the　ceiling；　providing　a　dramatic　entrance　for　whatever　was　performing。　

Jenny　wondered　if　they　should　brave　the　bar　and　order　drinks；　or　if　they　would　have　more　luck　if　
they　just　sat　down；　looking　bored　and　sophisticated　until　a　cocktail　waitress　came　and　took　their　
order。　Maybe　they　didn't　need　to　drink　at　all。　Every　girl　over　the　age　of　nine　and　under　the　age　of　
twenty…nine　was　in　love　with　the　Raves。　Just　being　in　the　same　room　with　them；　live；　would　be　
intoxicating　enough。　

She　tugged　on　the　strap　of　Elise's　black　sequined　Banana　Republic　purse　and　led　the　way　to　the　
back　of　the　club　so　they　could　sit　down　and　focus　on　looking　drunkenly　bored；　like　the　fashion　
models　always　looked　in　those　candid　pictures　in　the　front　pages　of　the　New　York　magazine。　

The　Rave's　drummer　and　bassist　were　already　onstage；　fiddling　with　their　instruments　and　testing　
mikes。　


〃A；　B；　C；　D；　E；　F；　G；〃　the　drummer　sang　into　his　mike；　his　eyes　closed　and　his　face　earnest；　like　he　
was　singing　the　most　heart…wrenching　song　ever　written。　〃Tell　me　what　you　think　of　meeeee。〃　

〃He's　cute！〃　Jenny　whispered　in　Elise's　ear。　

〃Who？〃　Elise　demanded；　peering　at　the　stage。　〃The　drummer？　But　he's；　like；　twenty…five　years　
old！〃　

So？　

〃So？〃　Jenny　retorted。　〃Aren't　they　all　twenty…five？〃　

〃But　he's　wearing　overalls。〃　Elise　wrinkled　her　freckled　nose　in　disgust。　〃The　guitarist；　
whatshisname。。。　Damon。。。　no；　Damian。。。　the　one　Serena's　dating？　He's　the　cute　one；〃　she　insisted。　
〃He　has　freckles　like　me；　and　that　accent！〃　she　gushed。　〃And　don't　forget　about　your　brother。　He's　
not　twenty…five。〃　

Jenny　rolled　her　eyes。　Okay；　so　the　drummer　was　wearing　white　painter's　overalls；　with　a　
pink…and…Kelly…green…stripped　polo　shirt　and　new　white　Treton　tennis　shoes。　It　was　a　bizarrely　
innocent　and　preppy　outfit　for　someone　famous　for　breaking　his　drumsticks　against　his　forehead　
during　concerts。　But　that　was　part　of　his　appeal；　part　of　the　whole　band's　appeal。　The　Raves　were　a　
perfect　mixture　of　psychotic　serial　killer　and　loveable　goofball　mama's　boys；　like　Marilyn　Manson　
crossed　with　the　scarecrow　from　'Wizard　of　Oz'。　

〃I　like　him；〃　Jenny　insisted。　She　adjusted　her　chair　so　she　was　looking　directly　at　the　drummer。　He　
winked　in　her　general　direction　and　she　giggled；　blushing　furiously。　

〃A　lotta　pretty　girls　here　tonight；〃　the　drummer　drawled　into　his　mike　and　then　grinned　right　at　
Jenny。　He　had　straight　white　teeth　and　a　wide　mouth；　like　Cheshire　Cat；　and　his　dark　hair　was　
short　and　neatly　bed；　like　he'd　just　e　from　that　old　barber　shop　on　Eighty…third　and　
Lexington　where　all　the　Upper　East　Side　boys　go　with　their　dads　for　their　first　haircuts。　

〃He　reminds　me　of　the　fat　guy　from　that　movie；〃　Elise　observed；　as　if　anyone　would　understand　
who　she　was　talking　about。　

〃he's　not　fat；〃　Jenny　shot　back。　

Elise　pulled　an　unopened　pack　of　Malboro　Lights　out　f　her　sparkly　purse　and　threw　on　the　table。　
〃You　can't　really　tell　if　someone's　fat　until　you　see　them　naked。〃　

Jenny　considered　this　as　she　stared　at　the　drummer。　She　didn't　even　know　his　name；　but　she　liked　
him。　She　just　did。　And　she　wouldn't　have　minded　seeing　him　naked。　After　all；　the　total　number　of　
boys　she'd　seen　pletely　naked　in　her　lifetime　added　up　to　what…　zero？　


The　club　was　filling　up。　Jenny　even　recognized　a　few　people　from　the　line　outside　who'd　finally　
made　it　in。　All　of　a　sudden　the　lights　went　out；　except　for　a　single　bare　bulb　illuminating　the　
fireman's　pole。　Jenny　grabbed　Elise's　hand　underneath　the　table　and　squeezed　it　hard；　barely　able　
to　contain　her　excitement。　Then　Damian；　the　Raves'　lead　guitarist；　slid　down　the　pole；　his　reddish　
blond　hair　sticking　up　like　he'd　slept　on　it　funny。　He　was　wearing　a　plain　white　T…shirt　with　a　big　
black　capital　R　on　the　front　of　it…　the　Raves'　new　promo　T…shirt；　which　he'd　designed　himself。　

If　you　call　that　a　design。　

The　thing　about　the　Raves　was　they　could　get　away　with　wearing　anything　they　wanted　or　doing　
anything　they　pleased　because　they　were　true　Thoroughbreds…　good　kids　from　good　Upper　East　
Side　families　who'd　gone　to　boarding　school　together　and　then　formed　a　band　instead　of　going　to　
college。　A　few　months　back；　Rolling　Stone　had　even　printed　a　piece　describing　how　every　member　
of　the　Raves　had　gotten　into　Princeton　and　how　one　fateful　May　night　before　graduating　from　
boarding　school；　when　they　were　performing　in　a　Deerfeild　coffeehouse；　a　kid　in　the　audience　had　
just　happened　to　be　on　the　phone　with　his　record　executive　dad；　who'd　sign　them　right　then　and　
there。　The　four　boys　decided　not　to　go　to　college　at　all；　because　what　better　way　to　thank　your　
parents　for　giving　you　everything　you　ever　wanted　than　to　buy　you　own　car　and　house　before　the　
age　of　twenty？　In　the　end；　being　rock　stars　would　be　much　more　profitable　then　getting　a　college　
degree　in　some　pletely　useless　subject　like　philosophy。　Plus；　the　same　record　executive　
happened　to　be　married　to　the　director　of　a　French　modeling　age