gossip girl 7 英文-第2部分

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He　propped　his　head　up　on　his　hand　and　tenderly　smoothed　Blair's　dark　hair　away　from　her　
forehead。　〃Unless　you　hear　soon　that　you　got　in；　I　promise　I　won't　go　to　Yale；〃　he　vowed。　〃I'm　fine　
with　going　to　Brown　or　whatever。〃　

〃Really？〃　Blair　stamped　out　her　cigarette　in　the　sailboat…　shaped　marble　ashtray　beside　Nate's　bed　


and　flung　her　arms　around　his　neck。　Nate　was　by　far　the　best　boyfriend　a　girl　could　ever　ask　for。　
She　couldn't　imagine　why　she'd　ever　broken　up　with　him；　not　once；　but　again　and　again。　

Because　he　cheated　on　her　again　and　again？　

All　Blair　knew　now　was　that　she　was　never　ever　wanted　to　leave　Nate's　side。　She　rested　her　cheek　
against　his　strong；　bare　chest。　Now　that　she　thought　about　it；　moving　into　the　Archibalds'　town　
house　wasn't　such　a　bad　idea；　since　her　own　house　wasn't　exactly　an　episode　of　〃Seventh　Heaven〃　
right　now。　Her　mother　had　just　given　birth　to　her　baby　sister　just　over　two　weeks　ago　and　was　now　
suffering　from　severe　postpartum　depression。　Just　this　morning　Blair　had　left　her　mother　weeping　
over　a　DVD　sent　from　Peruvian　Alpaca　farm。　Apparently；　if　you　adopted　a　herd　of　alpaca　yearling；　
you　could　custom…order　hand…woven　blankets　and　sweaters　made　from　the　hair　of　the　animals　in　
your　herd。　Her　baby　sister　would　soon　be　the　proud　new　owner　of　a　hairy　white　alpaca　blanket　that　
would　be　pletely　useless　all　summer　long；　and　probably　the　rest　of　her　life；　unless　as　a　
teenager　she　got　into　the　hippie　handmade…chic　thing；　cut　a　head　hole　into　the　blanket；　and　
fashioned　it　into　a　poncho。　

Back　when　her　mother　was　still　pregnant；　she　had　asked　Blair　to　name　the　baby；　and　out　of　
devotion　to　her　favorite　college　Blair　had　chosen　the　name　Yale。　Now　baby　Yale　served　as　a　living；　
breathing；　very　noisy　reminder　that　no　matter　how　stunning　Blair's　record　was；　the　school　had　all　
but　rejected　her。　Worse　still；　the　baby　had　taken　over　her　bedroom；　and　she　was　forced　to　sleep　in　
her　stepbrother　Aaron's　room　until　after　she　left　for　school　in　the　fall。　Aaron　was　a　vegan　
Rastafarian　dog…lover；　so　the　room　had　been　decorated　specifically　for　him　in　wall…to…wall　organic；　
environmentally　sound　products　in　shades　of　egg　plant　and　wild　sage。　To　add　insult　to　injury；　
Blair's　cat；　Kitty　Minky；　had　taken　to　peeing　on　the　barley　husk　cushions　and　throwing　up　on　the　
woven　sea　grass　floor　mats　in　an　effort　to　rid　the　room　of　the　scent　of　Aaron's　dog；　a　drooling　
boxer　named　Mookie。　

Hello；　Nasty？　

Move　in　with　Nate。　Blaire　didn't　know　why　she　hadn't　thought　of　it　before。　A　freaky　mother；　a　
cat…pee…soaked　bedroom；　and　a　newborn　baby　sister　named　after　Yale　were　not　exactly　conductive　
to　studying　or　s…e…x。　it　was　only　natural　for　her　to　seek　other　acmodation。　Of　course　there　was　
always　Serena's　house；　but　they'd　tried　that　before　and　wound　up　fighting。　Besides；　Serena　
couldn't　offer　her　much　in　the　way　of　s…e…x。　

Unless　those　old　rumors　were　actually　true。。。　

Nate　ran　his　hands　lazily　up　and　down　her　smooth　bare　back。　〃have　you　ever　thought　about　getting　
a　tattoo？〃　he　asked　out　of　nowhere　as　he　traced　the　lines　of　her　shoulder　blades。　

Except　for　a　brief　stint　in　rehab　earlier　that　year；　Nate　had　been　pretty　stoned　pretty　much　all　day　
every　day　since　he　was　eleven；　and　Blair　was　used　to　his　random　questions。　She　wrinkled　her　
pointy；　slightly　upturned　nose　at　the　thought　of　having　a　big　scar　filed　with　black　ink。　〃Gross；〃　she　


responded。　Leave　that　to　skanky…looking　actresses　like　Angelina　Jolie。　

Nate　shrugged。　He'd　always　thought　carefully　chosen；　tiny　tattoos　in　just　the　right　places　were　
insanely　sexy。　A　little　black　cat　between　Blair's　shoulder　blades；　for　instance　would　totally　suit　her。　
But　before　he　had　a　chance　to　take　the　notion　any　further；　Blair　briskly　changed　the　subject。　

〃Nate？〃　she　nuzzled　her　face　into　his　manly；　perfect　collarbone。　〃Do　you　think　your　parents　would　
mind　if　I　stayed……？〃　Before　she　could　finish　her　sentence；　the　downstairs　buzzer　rang。　

Nate's　personal　wing　of　the　town　house　took　up　the　entire　top　floor；　necessitating　his　very　own　
front　door　buzzer。　

He　rolled　away　from　Blair　and　swung　his　feet　to　the　floor。　〃Yeah？〃　he　called；　pressing　the　button　
on　the　inter。　

〃Delivery！〃　Jeremy　Scott　Tompkinson　shouted　in　his　hoarse　stoner　voice。　〃Hurry　while　it's　still　
hot！〃　

Nate　heard　laughter　and　other　voices　in　the　background。　Blaire　waited　for　him　to　tell　them　to　get　
lost。　Instead；　he　pressed　the　button　to　unlock　the　door　and　let　them　in。　

〃I　should　get　dressed；〃　Blair　observed　tersely。　She　slid　out　of　bed　and　stomped　into　Nate's　
adjoining　bathroom。　How　could　he　be　smart　enough　to　get　into　Yale；　yet　too　dumb　to　understand　
that　inviting　his　stoner　friends　up　to　their　steamy　love　den　would　totally　ruin　the　mood？　

Not　that　Yale　had　accepted　Nate　because　of　his　smarts：　the　school　needed　a　few　good　lacrosse　
players。　End　of　story。　

At　least　Blair　had　an　excuse　to　use　the　delicious　L'Occitane　sandalwood　body　shampoo　the　
housekeeper　stocked　in　Nate's　shower。　She　toweled　herself　off　with　a　thick　navy　blue　Ralph　
Lauren　towel；　slipped　on　her　flimsy　pink　silk　Cosabella　underwear；　zipped　up　her　
blue…and…white…seer…sucker　Constance　Billard　School　spring　uniform　skirt；　and　buttoned　two　of　
the　six　buttons　on　her　white　linen　Calvin　Klein　three…quarter…sleeve　blouse。　Braless　and　barefoot；　
it　was　the　perfect　my…girlfriend…just…got…out…of…the…shower…and…would…you…please…leave？　look。　
Hopefully　Nate's　friends　would　get　the　hint；　make　like　the　bees　and　fuck　off。　She　tousled　her　damp　
hair　with　her　fingers　and　pushed　open　the　bathroom　door。　

〃Bonjour！〃　a　buxom；　raven…haired；　long…legged　L'école　girl　greeted　Blair　from　Nate's　bed。　Blair　
had　met　the　girl　before　at　parties。　Her　name　was　Lexus　or　Lexique　or　something　equally　annoying；　
a　sixteen…year…old　junior　who'd　done　some　modeling　as　a　child　in　Paris　was　now　working　on　
perfecting　the　French　hippie…slut　look。　Lexique；　whose　name　was　really　Lexie；　was　wearing　a　
lavender…and…mustard…yellow　hand…dyed　cotton　wraparound　dress　that　looked　homemade　but　had　
actually　been　purchased　at　Kirna　Zabete　for　four　hundred　and　fifty　dollars；　and　those　ugly　flat　
Pakistani　sheep　herder　sandals　from　Barneys　that　everyone　but　Blair　seemed　to　think　were　so　cool　


this　year。　Lexie's　face　was　makeup…free；　and　she　cradled　an　acoustic　guitar　in　her　skinny　arms。　On　
the　bed　beside　her　was　a　Ziploc　bag　full　of　pot。　

What　a　rebel。　Most　L'école　girls　never　go　anywhere　without　a　pack　a　Gitanes；　red　lipstick；　and　
heels。　

〃The　boys　are　making　bong　hits　on　the　roof；〃　Lexie　explained。　She　strummed　her　thumb　across　the　
guitar　strings。　〃Alors；　want　to　jam　with　me　till　they　get　back？〃　

Jam？　

Blair　wrinkled　her　nose　with　even　more　emphasis　that　she　had　at　the　thought　of　getting　a　tattoo。　
She　was　so　not　into　the　whole　getting…high；　
playing…guitars…and…laughing…at…your…friends'…totally…stupid…stoned…observations　scene；　and　she　
really　didn't　want　to　hangout　with　this　Lexique　girl。　Who　obviously　thought　she　was　the　coolest　
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　leat