gossip girl 7 英文-第28部分

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〃Honestly；　I've　given　up；〃　Dan　sighed　as　he　watched　his　sister　and　her　friend　disappear　in　a　flurry　
of　bubblegum　pink。　He　hadn't　been　invited　either　but　had　tagged　along　with　Jenny　to　make　sure　
she　didn't　do　anything　too　illegal。　He　leaned　against　the　railing　a　lit　a　Camel；　waiting　patiently　for　
Vanessa　to　notice　him。　

The　familiar　scent　of　Camel　smoke　wafted　past　her　nostrils　and　Vanessa　spun　around　to　find　Dan　
grinning　shyly　at　her；　his　scruffy　hair　and　loose；　rust…colored　corduroys　billowing　in　the　breeze；　it　
was　so　unlikely　that　either　of　them　would　be　sailing　on　a　yacht　to　the　Hamptons；　or　that　she'd　
actually　be　wearing　a　pink　T…shirt　that　she　burst　out　laughing。　

〃What's　so　funny？〃　Dan　demanded。　Vanessa　looked　so　happy　right　now　it　made　him　a　little　sad　to　
know　that　it　had　nothing　to　do　with　him。　

Aaron　came　back　with　her　drink　and　a　beer　for　himself。　When　he　saw　Dan　and　Vanessa　talking　he　
immediately　handed　the　beer　to　Dan。　〃I'll　get　another　one；〃　he　told　them　acmodatingly。　

Dan　couldn't　believe　it…　even　their　heads　matched。　

Vanessa　just　stood　there　with　a　goofy　smile　on　her　face；　waiting　for　Aaron　to　e　back。　Her　
happiness　was　infuriating；　even　to　her。　〃Sorry；〃　she　apologized　to　Dan。　〃I　don't　know　what's　the　
matter　with　me。〃　

Dan　took　a　sip　of　his　beer　and　pointed　at　her　mouth。　〃Is　that　lip　gloss？〃　he　demanded　with　stunned　
amusement。　

Vanessa　giggled。　〃Nars　Sticky　Toffee　Pudding；　to　be　exact。　I　borrowed　it　from　Blair。〃　

They　stared　at　one　another；　each　waiting　for　the　other　to　throw　out　a　critical　witticism　about　what　a　
disgusting　display　of　wealth　and　uselessness　the　party　was。　But　the　truth　was　they　were　both　there　
for　the　same　reason。　Despite　the　fact　that　they　had　spent　years　trying　to　set　themselves　apart；　these　
people　were　their　peers；　and　despite　all　the　dissing　and　dismissing；　they　actually　enjoyed　being　
included　in　the　fun。　


The　Sunkist…orange　ball　that　was　the　sun　slid　behind　a　horizontal　wisp　of　cloud。　The　water　was　
shiny　green　and　flat　as　glass。　Aaron　returned　with　his　beer　and　nonchalantly　kissed　Vanessa　on　the　
cheek。　〃You　look　pretty；〃　he　told　her　quietly。　

Dan　wondered　if　he　had　ever　told　Vanessa　she　looked　pretty；　but　it　was　a　little　late　for　regrets。　

〃Nice　job　getting　ditched　by　the　band；〃　jeered　an　annoyingly　familiar　voice。　Chuck　Bass　was　
listing　toward　Dan　from　the　bow　of　the　boat；　looking　drunk　and　slightly　seasick　in　a　baby　blue　
linen　sailor　suit　with　the　cuffs　rolled　up　to　the　knees；　his　white　monkey　clinging　to　his　shoulders；　
obviously　terrified　of　falling　into　the　water。　

Chuck　was　so　obnoxious　there　was　no　point　in　getting　pissed　off。　Besides；　Dan　was　overjoyed　to　
be　a　normal　kid　again　instead　of　a　huge　rock　star。　He　offered　his　hand　to　his　monkey…toting　
classmate　and　smiled　matter…of…factly。　〃Thanks；　man。〃　

〃The　Raves　are　so　over　anyway；　dude。〃　Aaron　remarked。　〃I　give　them　one　more　album　and　then　
they're　gone。〃　

〃Right　on。〃　Chuck　shook　Dan's　hand；　like　they'd　been　friends　forever。　〃So　where　are　you　headed　
next　year　anyway；　son？〃　

Son？　

The　Raves　were　a　New　York　band　and　Dan　had　heard　that　Chuck　was　going　to　military　school　
somewhere　in　northern　New　Jersey。　It　would　be　good　to　get　as　far　away　from　both　of　them　as　
physically　possible。　

〃Evergreen；〃　he　announced；　as　if　he'd　always　known　it。　〃It's　way　out　in　Washington　State。〃　

〃Nice。〃　Chuck　yawned；　already　bored　with　the　conversation。　〃Has　any　seen　Serena？　I　heard　she　
was　dating　an　eighty…five…year…old　Yale　trustee。　What　a　whore。〃　

Vanessa　snorted　in　disgust　and　left　the　boys　to　their　own　devices　while　she　went　off　to　find　Blair　
and　Serena。　She　needed　a　little　girl　time　to　go　wit　her　pink　T…shirt。　

The　rest　of　her　classmates　were　clustered　near　the　bow；　half…listening　to　the　music　while　they　
clutched　the　rail　and　tried　to　keep　from　puking　into　the　frothy　waves　of　Long　Island　Sound。　The　
sun　was　less　intense　now　and　the　breeze　had　picked　up。　a　few　girls　covered　their　arms　with　
pashminas　or　royal…blue…and…gold　charlotte　sweatshirts　borrowed　from　the　crew；　but　most　of　the　
passengers　were　too　tipsy　to　feel　the　chill。　Behind　them　the　Manhattan　skyline　bobbed　and　
shimmered　like　a　miniature　silver　paradise　inside　a　crystal　Tiffany　paperweight　globe。　

Serena　and　Blair　were　huddled　together　on　a　blue…and…gold…pinstriped　cushion　at　the　base　of　one　
of　the　masts；　sharing　a　bottle　of　Heineken。　〃I　can't　believe　we're　about　to　graduate。〃　Serena　sighed　


and　let　her　head　fall　on　Blair's　shoulder。　

〃Thank　God；〃　Blair　replied　unsentimentally。　〃I　just　wish　I　knew　where　the　fuck　I　was　going　next　
year。〃　

Serena　sat　up；　wondering　if　she　should　take　this　opportunity　to　tell　Blair　that　she'd　decided　to　go　to　
Yale。　But　seeing　as　how　they　were　on　a　boat；　she　didn't　want　to　get　thrown　overboard。　

Vanessa　came　over　and　lay　down　with　her　head　in　Blair's　lap。　〃Stop　talking　about　people；　bitches；〃　
she　told　them；　lazily　closing　her　eyes。　

〃You　need　more　lip　gloss；〃　Blair　observed。　She　pulled　a　Lanc？me　Juicy　Tube　from　her　Earl　Jeans　
skirt　pocket　and　carefully　painted　it　all　over　Vanessa's　lips。　

〃Thanks；　Mom；〃　Vanessa　muttered；　keeping　her　eyes　closed。　

Serena　laughed　and　let　her　head　fall　back　against　the　mast。　Funny　how　this　close　to　graduation　all　
the　jaggedly　cut　puzzle　pieces　that　never　looked　like　they'd　fit　suddenly　fit　together　so　well。　
Maybe　she　and　Blair　would　both　wind　up　going　to　Yale　and　rooming　with　each　other。　They'd　be　
bridesmaids　at　Vanessa　and　Aaron's　wedding；　they'd　meet　a　set　of　brothers　and　marry　them；　live　on　
the　same　Fifth　Avenue　block；　send　their　kids　to　the　same　school…　friends　forever。　

But　there　was　someone　missing。　Someone　who'd　always　been　a　major　piece　of　the　puzzle　in　his　
own　lovably　fucked　up；　cheating　way。　

〃I　wish　Nate　were　here；〃　Serena　mused。　

Blair　screwed　the　top　back　on　the　lip　gloss　and　began　absentmindedly　massaging　Vanessa's　pale　
forehead。　〃Sometimes　I　wonder　if　we're　better　off　without　him；〃　she　confessed。　After　all；　wasn't　
Nate　the　cause　of　almost　every　fight　the　two　girls　had　ever　had？　

Serena　squinted　her　eyes　and　scanned　the　deck　once　more。　She'd　looked　all　over　for　him。　

But　she'd　never　thought　to　look　up。　

Way；　way　up；　above　their　heads；　at　the　very　top　of　the　mast；　Nate　crouched　in　the　crow's　nest；　
watching　them。　It　was　lonely　and　a　little　cold　up　there；　but　he'd　brought　along　a　six…pack　and　a　few　
joints　for　pany；　and　as　soon　as　they　docked　in　Sag　Harbor　and　his　parents　and　their　friends　had　
disbanded　to　their　Hamptons　manses；　he'd　climb　down　like　Spider…Man　and　surprise　everyone。　

From　up　there　the　girls　in　pink　T…shirts　looked　almost　interchangeable。　Even　that　bald　chick　might　
have　been　hot　with　a　little　hair。　He　lit　a　fresh　joint；　suddenly　overe　by　how　much　he　missed　
them；　because　he　loved　them…　he　loved　them　all。　


GIRLS　GO　GAGA　FOR　GIRL…ONLY　SLEEPOVERS　

In　warm　weather　the　Hamptons　had　their　own　peculiar　smell　of　salt；　new　leather；　sun　block；　and　
money。　Huge　modern　houses　hunkered　near　white　sand　beaches；　flanked　by　pools　and　black　
Mercedes　SUV's。　Little　girls　in　petit　Bateaus　bikinis　rode　their　scooters　into　town　for　gelato。　Sleek　
show　horses　cantered　elegantly　along　the　roadside　behind　pristine　white　post…and…rail　fences。　Like　
a　giant　country　club；　the　Hamptons　was　the　type　of　place　where　only　those　how　belong；　belong。　

But　of　course　all　our　girls　belong。　

〃Head　count！〃　Isabel　Coates　and　Kati　Farkas　barked　as　the　girls　in　Constance　Billard's　senior　class　
stepped　out　of　the　fleet　of　silver　town　cars　outside　Isabel's　parents　Southampton　weekend　home　
and　filed　into　the　courtyard。　The　house　was　an　L…shaped　one…story　modern　glass　structure　
designed　by　Philippe　Starck；　with　a　private　beach　and　a　helicopter　landing　pad　on　the　roof。　In　the　
crook　of　the　L　was　a　courtyard　containing　a　floodlit　pink…tiled　swimming　pool　and　a　pink　stucco　
pool　house。　Around　the　pool　stood　forty　white　plastic　chaise　lounges；　a　pink　Senior　Spa　Weekend　
towel　draped　on　the　back　of　each　one。　Beside　the　pool；　a　white　tent　had　been　set　up；　with　a　buffet　
table　covered　in　a　pink　tablecloth；　and　a　full　bar　with　pink　Senior　Spa　Weekend　cocktail　napkins。　
It　was　almost　like　a　wedding；　except　without　the　wedding。　

Jenny　Humphrey　and　Elise　Wells　skirted　the　line　to　avoid　the　head　count　and　dashed　across　the　
courtyard　and　into　the　pool　house。　

〃Hey；〃　Rain　Hoffstetter　whispered　shrilly　to　Laura　Salmon。　Rain　and　Laura　were　both　wearing　
giant　pink　Kate　Spade　sun　hats；　and　the　brims　of　their　hats　kept　banging　against　each　other。　〃What　
are　they　doing　here？〃　

〃Who？〃　Laura　Salmon　demanded；　squinting　from　underneath　her　hat。　

〃Help　yourselves　to　cocktails　and　canapés！〃　Isabel　shouted　through　a　bullhorn；　loving　every　
minute　of　her　boss…of…everyone　role。　Even　though　it　wasn't　nearly　as　good　as　a　school　as　Princeton；　
Isabel　had　decided　to　go　to　Rollins　next　year　with　Kati…　much　to　her　parents'　chagrin…　because　
Rollins　had　offered　her　a　position　as　residence　advisor　in　one　of　the　freshmen　women's　dorms；　and　


it　would　be　her　job　to　boss　everyone　around；　including　Kati；　for　an　entire　year。　

〃There's　a　steam　room　in　the　pool　house。　Only　six　at　a　time；　please；〃　she　continued；　her　wide　
mouth　pressed　against　the　bullhorn。　〃There　are　movies　in　the　screening　room；　and　the　pool　is　
heated；　so　you　can　swim　all　night　if　you　want　to。　Our　high…protein；　high…energy　breakfast　is　at　
seven　tomorrow　morning；　and　the　first　Origins　facial　is　at　eight；　so　we'll　need　our　beauty　rest。　
There　are　queen…sized　mattresses　set　up　in　every　room。　Three　to　a　bed；　girls…　it's　gonna　be　cozy！〃　

The　air　buzzed　with　the　sounds　of　girls　gathering　at　the　bar　or　drifting　into　the　house　to　have　a　
pillow　fights　on　the　silk　sheeted　beds　or　raid　the　Origins　gift　bags　that　weren't　supposed　to　be　
opened　until　tomorrow。　A　few　brave　girls　stripped　down　to　their　underwear　or　changed　into　a　
bathing　suits　and　cannonballed　off　the　diving　board　and　into　the　pool；　while　the　lazy　ones　gathered　
in　Mr。　Coate's　screening　room　and　sprawled　on　the　brown　leather　chairs　while　the　open　credits　of　
'The　Great　Gatsby'；　starring　Robert　Redford　and　Mia　Farrow；　rolled　past　on　the　giant　screen。　

Blair；　Serena　and　Vanessa　sat　on　the　edge　of　the　pool　with　their　legs　dangling　into　the　water。　〃This　
is　fun；〃　Vanessa　said　in　an　attempt　to　be　upbeat。　She　wondered　how　Serena　and　Blair　kept　their　
legs　so　tan。　Hers　were　positively　corpselike　by　parison。　

〃Hey　you　guys！〃　Jenny　cracked　open　the　glass　door　to　the　pool　house　and　beckoned　to　them　from　
inside。　She'd　stripped　down　to　a　towel；　and　on　her　head　was　a　white　diamond…studded　bathing　
turban；　and　old　Hollywood…style　relic　Mrs。　Coates　wore　in　the　pool　to　keep　her　hair　from　getting　
wet。　〃You　gotta　check　out　the　stream　room！〃　

Blair　wasn't　exactly　fond　of　the　two　wannabe…senior　freshmen；　but　she　wasn't　about　to　pass　up　a　
chance　to　steam　off　a　few　unwanted　pounds。　〃Okay；　but　I　get　to　wear　the　turban；〃　she　announced；　
leading　the　way　to　the　pool　house。　She　snatched　the　turban　off　Jenny's　head　and　put　it　on。　On　
Jenny　it　had　looked　ridiculous；　but　on　Blair　it　was　sort　of　regal。　

Only　true　divas　can　get　away