gossip girl 7 英文-第21部分

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BOYS；　which　sounded　embarrassingly　like　some　sort　of　rich　boys'　finishing　school。　Thankfully；　
the　upper…school　boys　entered　from　the　side　entrance；　a　normal…looking　black　door　on　
Seventy…Seventh　Street；　the　perfect　place　to　slip　into　school　nearly　two　hours　late。　

Dan　swaggered　into　the　last　ten　minutes　of　the　first…period　AP　English　wearing　his　hip…hop　pants　
and　black…and…yellow　sneakers　from　the　Raves　gig　the　night　before；　and　a　dark　gray　APC　T…shirt　
given　to　him　by　Monique　with　MR。WONDERFUL　stenciled　in　bold　letters　across　the　chest。　Last　
night　he'd　drunk　his　ass　off；　sung　like　a　sickass　motherfucker；　and　then　had　crazy；　totally　
undeserved　sex　with　a　beautiful　French　girl　on　a　giant　bed　in　a　Plaza　Hotel　suite。　Being　a　rock　star　
was　actually　kind　of　excellent。　

You　don't　say。　

〃Well；　if　it　isn't　my　most　famous　student；〃　Ms。　Solomon　observed　tersely　as　Dan　wandered　to　the　
back　of　the　room　and　slouched　behind　a　desk。　Ms。　Solomon　was　right　out　of　graduate　school　and　
was　incredibly　ashamed　of　the　major　crush　she　had　on　Dan。　Instead　of　showering　him　with　praise…
there　was　no　question　he　was　the　most　acplished　and　intellectual　student　in　the　class…　she　was　
either　snide　and　critical；　or　she　ignored　him　pletely。　Once；　just　to　test　her；　he'd　even　copied　an　
essay　on　Virginia　Woolf's　writing　habits；　written　by　the　famous　literary　critic　Harold　Bloom；　her　
advisor　at　Princeton；　and　handed　it　in；　pretending　he'd　written　it。　Ms。　Solomon　had　given　him　a　B＋；　
just　like　she　did　on　every　one　of　his　English　assignments；　no　matter　how　bad　or　good　it　was。　

〃The　class　and　I　were　just　discussing　whether　or　not　we　should　have　a　final　essay　on　our　unit　on　
Shakespeare's　tragedies　instead　of　a　final　exam。　Any　opinion；　Dan？〃　she　clamped　a　hand　over　her　
mouth　and　added　sarcastically。　〃I　do　apologize…　perhaps　you　have　a　stage　name　now？〃　

Dan　frowned　down　at　his　desktop；　where　someone　had　etched　the　words　Bitch　Face　with　a　green　
ballpoint　pen。　Normally　he　would　have　weled　the　chance　to　write　a　paper　over　taking　an　exam；　
but　papers　required　research　and　outlining　and　hours　of　writing；　whereas　an　exam　required　a　single　
two…hour　appearance。　

That　is；　if　you　have　no　intention　of　studying　for　it；　which　he　didn't。　

Now　that　he　was　a　rock　star　he'd　be　touring；　shooting　videos；　signing　albums；　and　fending　off　
women　and　the　paparazzi。　Two　hours　out　of　one　day　for　a　stupid　English　exam　was　definitely　
preferable。　

Ms。　Solomon　was　the　type　of　dried…apple　skinny　that　made　her　look　forty　years　older　than　she　
probably　was；　and　her　hair；　which　she　kept　pulled　back　in　a　low　ponytail；　was　an　ashy　dark　blond　
color　that　looked　gray　under　the　school's　harsh　fluorescent　lights。　She　loved　lace；　and　preferred　


cream…colored　blouses　with　lace　collars　and　ruffles　at　the　sleeves　paired　with　black　wool　
knee…length　skirts；　black　stockings；　and　bizarrely　high；　skinny…heeled　black　pumps。　Her　skirts　
were　always　seriously　tight；　too；　leading　the　boys　to　suspect　that　she　probably　thought　she　was　the　
sexiest　female　alive。　

Ew。　

〃Half　the　class　wants　a　paper　and　half　the　class　wants　an　exam。　Yours　is　the　swing　vote；〃　she　
explained。　

Meaning　that　no　matter　what　Dan　said；　half　the　class　would　hate　him　for　it。　

He　cleared　his　throat。　〃I　think　an　exam　would　be　a　better　indicator　of　how　much　we've　learned　
over　the　course　of　the　year；〃　he　declared；　sounding　like　a　total　schmo。　

〃Oh；　would　it　now？〃　Chuck　Bass　sneered　from　two　desks　away。　Riverside　Prep's　dress　code　was　
plain…colored　khaki　pants　or　cords；　brown　or　black　belt；　white　or　pastel…colored　button…down　shirt　；　
and　brown　or　black　loafers　with　dark…colored　socks。　Chuck　Bass　was　wearing　a　black　Prada　
jumpsuit；　unzipped　so　his　tanned；　recently　waxed　chest　was　clearly　visible；　and　creamy　white　
leather　Camper　sandals　that　showed　off　his　smooth；　manicured　feet。　On　the　floor　beneath　his　desk；　
Chuck's　pet　snow　monkey；　Sweetie；　poked　his　fuzzy　white　head　out　of　Chuck's　orange…and…red　
leather　Dooney　&　Bourke　tote　bag　and　bared　his　teeth。　

Chuck　hardly　deserved　to　be　in　AP　English。　He　could　barely　spell；　had　never　read　a　book　in　its　
entirety；　and　thought　Beowulf　was　a　type　of　fur　used　for　lining　coats。　But　in　an　effort　to　get　him　
into　college；　his　parents　had　insisted　he　be　placed　in　all　APs；　which　turned　out　to　be　a　big　fat　
mistake。　Due　to　the　fact　that　Chuck　preferred　to　shop　and　attend　fashion　shows　instead　of　going　to　
school　and　doing　his　homework；　he　had　gotten　D's　in　all　his　classes　last　semester；　failed　to　get　into　
any　of　the　colleges　he'd　applied　to；　and　was　now　bound　for　military　school。　

And　was　he　bitter？　Definitely。　

〃Hey　Mr。Wonderful。〃　Chuck　hissed　at　Dan。　〃Don't　look　now；　but　your　days　as　a　Rave　are　over。〃　

Huh？　

Dan　slouched　in　his　chair　and　dug　at　the　desk　with　his　ball　point　pen。　He　was　a　rock　star；　he　didn't　
have　to　take　this　shit。　Someone's　foot　nudged　the　base　of　his　spine。　〃You're　out；〃　whispered　Bryce　
James；　one　of　Chuck's　bullish　friends。　〃Unless　your　slut　of　a　sister　can　get　you　back　in。〃　

Dan's　hackles　rose。　What　did　Jenny　have　to　do　with　it？　As　far　as　he　knew；　Jenny　was　only　going　
along　for　the　ride；　just　like　she's　always　done。　After　all；　if　your　big　brother　was　in　a　major　band；　
wouldn't　you　want　to　hang　out　with　him　and　his　bandmates；　too？　


〃I　heard　she　wants　to　be　singer；〃　Bryce　elaborated。　〃So　she　slept　with　every　one　of　them。〃　

Dan　whipped　around　and　gave　Bryce　the　finger　simply　because　he　was　too　hung　over　to　think　of　
anything　intelligent　to　say。　Jenny　had　left　the　suite　by　the　time　he　and　Monique　had　gotten　up　that　
morning；　but　what　exactly　had　she　been　up　to　while　he　was　getting　busy　last　night？　And　how　e　
everyone　already　seemed　to　know　about　it？　

〃An　exam　it　is；　then；〃　Ms。　Solomon　announced。　She　scribbled　something　in　a　notepad　and　then　
stood　up　and　approached　Dan's　desk。　〃I'm　bit　of　a　Raves　fan　myself；〃　she　murmured；　her　cheeks　
slightly　flushed。　〃And　it's　sort　of　killing　me。〃　She　stopped　in　front　of　Dan；　put　her　palms　on　his　
desk；　and　leaned　toward　him　so　that　he　could　smell　the　everything　bagel　with　scallion　cream　
cheese　she'd　eaten　for　breakfast。　〃is　it　true　that　Damian　is　married　to　his　high　school　sweetheart？　
Some　French　girl？〃　she　asked　loudly；　obviously　thinking　it　was　totally　hip　for　a　teacher　to　know　
anything　about　a　cool　band　like　the　Raves。　

Dan's　hands　were　sweating；　and　he　fingered　the　pack　of　unfiltered　Camels　in　the　back　pocket　of　
his　baggy　pants。　Didn't　Riverside　Prep　have　rules　about　teachers　harassing　the　students？　

There　were　only　two　more　minutes　left　before　the　end　of　class。　Still　hoping　to　hear　the　answer　to　
Ms。　Solomon's　question；　the　other　boys　gathered　their　books　and　zipped　up　their　backpacks。　

The　minute　hand　on　the　clock　was　over　the　blackboard　crept　forward　and　the　hallway　outside　the　
class　room　buzzed　to　life。　Dan　stood　up；　brushed　past　his　nosy　teacher；　and　headed　for　the　door。　

Saved　by　the　bell。　

AN　E…MAIL　WORTH　RESPONDING　TO　

That　afternoon　during　puter　lab；　Serena　was　tempted　to　e…mail　that　melodramatic　artist　at　
Brown；　those　perky　sorority　weirdos　at　Princeton；　and　that　lovelorn　jock　at　Harvard；　telling　them　
to　have　nice　lives；　because　from　now　on　she　was　all　about　Yale。　Instead；　she　permanently　
expunged　then　from　her　trash　folder。　At　lunchtime　she'd　actually　mailed　in　her　deposit　to　Yale；　and　


what　a　relief　it　was　to　finally　e　to　a　decision…　even　if　she　couldn't　tell　her　best　friend　in　the　
whole　world　about　it。　She　skimmed　the　rest　of　her　e…mail　until　she　came　to　one　from　an　unknown　
source。　

From：　dpolk@raver。et　
To：　Svdwoodsen@constancebillard。edu　
Subject：　don't　believe　everything　you　read　

So；　we're　an　item。　It's　all　very　flattering。　Problem　is；　we've　never　met。　Want　to？　A　bunch　of　people　
will　be　at　my　place　in　the　Village　Friday　night。　Hope　you　can　make　it。　

Damian　

Serena　giggled　and　stood　up　partway　out　of　her　chair；　searching　the　Constance　Billard　puter　
lab　for　Blair's　dark　shiny　head。　But　Blair　was　working　intently　at　her　puter　and　didn't　even　
notice　Serena　waving　at　her。　Mr。　Schneider；　the　uptight　puter　proctor　with　the　deformed　
nostrils；　glared　at　her；　and　Serena　went　back　to　her　e0mail。　She　knew　from　their　videos　that　the　
Raves'　lead　guitarist　was　extremely　handsome　and　talented；　and　wouldn't　it　be　crazy　if　they　
actually　hit　it　off；　turning　myth　into　reality？　So　what　if　she'd　kind　of　decided　to　take　the　serious　
route　and　be　a　full…time　student　next　year？　That　was　next　year；　and　the　rest　of　this　year　was　all　
about　having　fun；　fun；　fun。　Who　knew…　she　might　even　change　her　mind；　defer　her　admission；　
bee　a　Raves　groupie；　and　tour　with　the　band　for　the　next　five　years！　

And　only　just　a　moment　ago　she　was　all　pleased　with　herself　for　being　so　decisive。　

Serena　bit　her　nails　for　a　few　second；　then　hit　reply　and　typed　three　letters　using　only　her　partially　
chewed…on；　partially　pink…polished　index　finger。　

Y…E…S　

AN　UNLIKELY　MATCH　


Blair　strolled　the　Internet　for　the　exquisite　Jimmy　Choo　shoes　she'd　seen　in　W　but　had　yet　to　find　
in　her　size。　They　were　made　of　green　silk；　hand…sewn　with　tiny　mother…of　pearl　hearts　all　over　the　
heels。　They'd　only　distributed　three　hundred　pairs　of　the　shoes　worldwide；　but　surely　there　had　to　


be　one　size　seven…and…a…half　that　hadn't　been　claimed…　in　Mexico　City；　maybe；　or　Hong　Kong；　
where　feet　tended　to　be　small。　

Next　to　her；　Vanessa　Abrams　was　furiously　typing；　building　some　sort　of　feminist　Web　page　or　
something。　Blair　glanced　at　her　neighbors　screen。　Roommate　wanted；　she　read　in　big　bold　letters。　
Female　Only。　

Blair　had　never　been　too　fond　of　her　shaven…headed；　black…wearing；　film　auteur　classmate。　Every　
word　Vanessa　uttered　in　class　was　said　with　an　air　of　
I'm…only…talking…to…you…because…you…asked…me…a…question；　like　she　was　so　much　smarter　and　
more　astute　than　even　the　teachers。　And　she'd　always　suspected　that　Vanessa　preferred　girls　to　
boys。　

〃I　interviewed　this　guy　this　weekend。　Turned　out　to　be　a　serious　weirdo。〃　

Blair　glanced　at　her　neighbor　and　discovered　that　Vanessa　was　actually　addressing　her。　

〃I　decided　to　stick　with　female　applicants　only；〃　Vanessa　added；　clicking　the　enter　button　on　her　
keyboard　for　emphasis。　

Blair　pressed　her　lips　together　and　shifted　in　her　chair。　Vanessa　really　did　seem　to　be　talking　to　her。　
〃I　met　a　guy　this　weekend；　too；〃　she　confessed。　She　bit　her　lip　and　pointed　to　Vanessa's　screen。　
〃Why　do　you　want　a　roommate　anyways？　I'd　kill　to　live　on　my　own。〃　

Vanessa　shrugged　her　shoulders。　It　was　weird　enough　conversing　with　bitchy　Blair　Waldorf；　but　
even　weirder　still　that　Blair's　question　was　actually　worth　thinking　about。　

〃My　sister's　on　tour　in　Europe。　I　don't　know；　I　guess　I　get　lonely；〃　Vanessa　admitted　before　she　
could　stop　herself。　As　soon　as　she　said　it　she　felt　like　clamping　her　hand　over　her　mouth。　Why　
would　Blair　Waldorf　of　all　people　even　care？　

〃What　about　your　boyfriend…　that　geek…？　Blair　bit　her　lip　and　corrected　herself。　〃That　boy　with　
the。。。　notebook。〃　

〃We　broke　up。〃　

Blair　nodded；　tempted　to　explain　how　she'd　just　broken　up　with　her　boyfriend；　and　how　sometimes　
she　felt　lonely　to