gossip girl 11 英文-第13部分

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Vanessa？s。　？I？m　an　ass…hole；？　she　declared；　one　lone　tear　spilling　over　her　cheek。　？I　can？t　believe　
I　ever　doubted　him。？　Vanessa　brushed　the　tear　away　with　her　fingers；　and　Ruby　held　her　glass　in　
the　air；　her　drunken　brown　eyes　shining　in　the　dim　light。　？A　toast？？　？To　your　wedding！？　Vanessa　
yelled；　clinking　glasses　with　her　sister　and　then　downing　the　contents　of　the　glass。　

Twenty　minutes　and　another　shot　later；　the　room　was　spinning。　The　Coyote　Ugly　girls　were　up　on　
the　bar　line　dancing；　screaming　insults　into　a　megaphone；　and　Vanessa　found　herself　unable　to　tear　
her　eyes　away　as　the　girls　worked　the　room。　They　were　soconfident　。　One　gorgeous　brunette　in　a　
tight　black　wifebeater；　rhinestone…studded　jeans；　and　a　cowboy　hat　danced　furiously　on　top　of　the　
bar；　her　body　shaking　with　the　music。　A　guy　in　front　of　the　bar　in　a　pink　Izod　shirt　with　the　collar　
popped　grabbed　her　leg。　The　brunette　bent　down；　smiling　wickedly；　and　doused　him　with　a　pitcher　


of　water　hidden　behind　the　bar。　The　crowd　erupted　in　cheers。　

Ruby　grabbed　Vanessa？s　arm　and　slurred；　？You　should　be　up　there；　V。　You？re　hotter　thanany　of　
those　girls！？　Then　she　pushed　her　from　behind；　shoving　her　toward　the　bar。　？Get　up　there　and　
show　them　how　it？s　done！？　Vanessa　looked　down　at　her　hot　outfit；　enjoying　the　feel　of　the　blond　
hair　swinging　around　her　face　as　she　moved。　She　pushed　up　to　the　front　of　the　crowd　and　extended　
her　hand　toward　the　Daisy　Duke　brunette；　who　whooped　and　pulled　her　up　onto　the　bar。　Vanessa　
surveyed　the　crowd；　feeling　a　sudden　surge　of　power。　She　started　swinging　her　hips；　her　platforms　
kicking　shot　glasses　off　the　bar　as　she　moved　her　feet。　

If　only　that　cab　driver　who？d　mistaken　her　for　a　guy　could　see　her　now？he？d　beg　for　forgiveness。　
So　what　if　Dan；　the　guy　she？d　thought　was　the　love　of　her　life；　only　liked　her　for　her　bald　head？　
She　was　as　much　of　a　woman　as　anyone　else　in　here。　And　now　she　freakinglooked　like　it。　

？What？s　up；　hot　stuff？？　the　bartender　purred；　grabbing　her　by　the　waist；　pulling　her　close。　The　
crowd　went　wild；　cheering　and　whooping　with　raucous；　liquor…soaked　shouts。　

？Hey　baby！？　A　guy　up　front　tried　to　get　Vanessa？s　attention　while　someone　else　shouted；　？Shake　
it；　girl！？　Vanessa　shook　her　hips　and　two…stepped　her　way　down　the　slick　surface　of　the　bar；　
winking　at　frat　guys　and　flipping　her　long　blond　hair　as　she　went。　Okay；　so　maybe　this　wasn？t　the　
most　mature　way　to　deal　with　Dan　rejecting　her；　but　hearing　all　the　encouraging　whoops　and　
hollers　sure　as　hell　felt　therapeutic。　

Sothat？s　what　thoseGirls　Gone　Wild　videos　are　about？healing。　As　if！　

A　drunken　guy　with　a　blond　buzz　cut　held　out　a　fistful　of　dollar　bills　in　his　hand；　gesturing　to　her　
and　shouting　loudly。　Without　a　moment？s　thought；　Vanessa　bent　at　the　waist　and　grabbed　the　
sleeve　of　his　blue　Abercrombie　T…shirt；　pulling　him　closer　as　if　she　were　about　to　kiss　him。　Then　
she　grabbed　a　pitcher　of　water　from　behind　the　bar　and　dumped　it　over　the　poor　guy？s　head。　She　
wasn？t　just　doing　this　for　herself？she　was　doing　it　for　girls　with　gay　ex…boyfriends　everywhere。　

The　crowd　went　wild；　screaming　and　cheering；　and　through　her　alcoholic　haze　Vanessa　could　
hear　her　sister？s　drunken　voice　holler　over　the　din？　

？Yeah！　That？s　mysister　！？　Aw。Wouldn？t　mom　be　proud？　

　FROM：　trentdawg_87@yahoo。

　TO：　narchibald@st。judes。edu　

　Subject：　Whassup？

　Nate　dawg！　


Looks　like　it？s　going　to　be　you　and　me　next　year；　dawg。　And　you　know　our　room　will　be　the　
place　to　be　for　all　the　hot　bitches。　I　can？t　wait　to　get　me　some　of　that　Ivy　League　tail？some　kinky　
librarian　shit。　Yeeeeeeh；　dawg！　

Truth　is；　dawg；　I　won？t　be　round　the　crib　too　much　this　fall；　so　you　can　hit　the　library　honeys　in　
peace。　What　up！　See；　I？m　a　swimmer　and　coach　makes　us　eat；　like；　all　of　our　meals　together　and　
practice　until　players　start　dying。　Seriously。　And　if　that　ain？t　enough；　there　are　all　sorts　of　wicked　
brutal　pranks　and　shit　the　seniors　pull　on　us　freshies。　It？s　going　to　be　gnarly。　

So　here？s　the　dizzle：　you　get　the　girls　through　November；　and　then　you？re　going　to　have　to　fork　
over　some　of　those　hotties。　Hook　it　up；　dawg！　

　Holla　back；　

T　

　TO：　trentdawg_87@gmail。

　FROM：　narchibald@stjudes。edu　

　Subject：　re：　Whassup？

　Hey　T；　

Enjoy　the　single；　dude？I？m　not　ing。

　Later；

　Nate　（dawg）　

it？s　a　family　affaaaaaair　

Dan　sat　on　the　lumpy　brown　leather　sofa；　resting　his　arms　on　his　knees　and　staring　pensively　at　
the　night　sky　framed　by　the　open　window。　The　cool　thing　about　the　city　was　that　the　sky　was　never　
really　totally　dark？the　glare　of　streetlights　cast　a　glow　on　the　whole　city　no　matter　what　time　it　
was？so　that　even　if　you　were　awake　at　say；　three　in　the　morning；　like　he　was　now；　you　didn？t　feel　
so　lonely。　Dan　was　usually　forted　by　the　city　lights　and　sounds　of　people　out　and　about；　but　
tonight　it　was　having　the　opposite　effect？it　was　as　if　everyone　else　was　out　doing　something　fun　
while　he　was　stuck　here　all　alone。　His　mom　and　dad　had　gone　to　bed　at　nine…thirty　after　drinking　
two　bottles　of　wine　and　looking　through　his　mom？s　slide　show　of　her　life　with　her　count。　Dan　had　
decided　to　skip　that　one；　thanks　very　much。　Six　hours　later　he　was　still　wide　awake；　his　laptop　


open　across　his　knees；　the　screen　blank。　It　was　weird　that　Vanessa　hadn？t　e　home　yet；　and　he　
was　starting　to　get　a　little　worried？not　that　he　was　waiting　up　for　her　or　anything。　

Uh…huh。　Sure　he　wasn？t。　

He　had　tried　to　go　to　bed　just　after　midnight；　but　he　just　couldn？t　seem　to　fall　asleep。　After　a　
couple　hours　of　staring　at　the　ceiling；　he？d　decided　sleep　was　out　of　the　question　and　that　the　
couch　was　a　better　bet。　Too　many　unanswered　questions　were　floating　around　in　his　head；　and　they　
were　starting　to　make　him　dizzy。　

Dan　was　glad　he？d　figured　stuff　out　with　Greg；　but　after　realizing　thatVanessa　was　the　inspiration　
for　his　poem；　he　was　more　confused　than　ever。　If　he　was　gay；　then　why　was　he　writing　a　love　
poem　inspired　by　a　girl？　Maybe　when　Vanessa　came　home；　he？d　nonchalantly　ask　her　what　she　
thought　about　this　whole　gay　thing　as　she　was　getting　ready　for　bed；　and　then　he　could　let　it　slip　
that　he　wasn？t　too　sure　of　it。Then　he？d　hug　her　and　they？d　sit　down　and　reallytalk　？just　the　way　
they　used　to。　If　she　evercame　home；　that　is　。　。　。　His　chest　ached　thinking　of　the　possibility　that　
Vanessa　had　met　someone　else　and　was　at　this　very　moment　in　some　hipster？s　smoky；　messy　
apartment；　doing　bong　hits　and　peeling　off　her　clothes　in　front　of　some　indie　band　asshole　with　too　
much　wax　in　his　hair　and　not　enough　rocks　tumbling　around　in　his　head。　

Just　then　Dan　heard　the　scraping　sound　of　a　key　in　the　lock　and　the　creaking　noise　the　front　door　
always　made　as　it　opened。Finally　。　His　heart　buoyed；　but　he　didn？t　want　Vanessa　to　think　he？d　
been　up　waiting　for　her。　He　closed　the　laptop　and　lay　down　flat；　trying　to　look　like　he　had　simply　
fallen　asleep　on　the　couch；　writing。　He　heard　the　sound　of　footsteps　tiptoeing　across　the　room　and　
felt　a　pair　of　warm　hands　on　his　face。　He　smiled　sleepily；　turning　over。　Vanessa？s　hands　were　so　
soft　。　。　。　but　she　kind　of　smelled　like　those　peanuts；　the　ones　you　get　on　airplanes。　

Dan　opened　his　eyes　and　yelped；　sitting　up　quickly　as　he　focused　on　his　sister？s　freckled　face　just　
inches　from　his　own。　Jenny　Humphrey　stood　above　him；　wearing　a　purple　Juicy　Couture　sweat　
suit　and　navy　Pumas。　

？Surprise！？　She　whispered　loudly；　reaching　over　and　messing　up　his　hair。　He　swatted　her　hand　
away。　

？You　know　I　hate　when　you　do　that；？　Dan　hissed。　Despite　his　rude　wele；　he　found　himself　
grinning　stupidly。　He　was　glad　to　see　his　sister？it　felt　like　ages　ago　since　she？d　left　for　Europe　to　
study　art　for　the　summer。　He？d　missed　having　her　around　to　talk　to。　

？I　know　you　hate　it。　That？s　why　I　do　it。？　Jenny　grinned　and　sat　down　on　the　couch；　shaking　her　
curly　brown　hair　back　from　her　round　cheeks。　She　leaned　back　in　for　a　hug；　and　Dan　wrapped　his　
arms　around　his　little　sister；　breathing　in　her　familiar；　forting　scent　of　bubble　gum　and　Dolce　
&　Gabbana　Light　Blue　perfume。　

？Seriously；　though；　what　are　youdoing　here？　You　almost　gave　me　a　heart　attack。？　Dan　leaned　


back　on　the　couch　and　gazed　at　his　sister；　still　unable　to　believe　she　was　really　here。　

？Hello；　I？m　going　to　school　in　a　few　days　too。？　She　dropped　a　bulging；　dark　green　Coach　duffel　
bag　on　the　floor。　？And；　besides；　it　was　kind　of　sad　to　be　so　far　away　when　the　family　was　all　
together　for　the　first　time　in；　like；years　。　I　wanted　to　e　home　and　be　here　while　Mom　was　
around。？　？So　how　was　Europe？？　Dan　ran　his　hands　through　his　hair　so　that　it　stuck　up　in　mousy　
brown　clumps　all　over　his　head。　He　knew　he　should　be　mad　at　Jenny　for　telling　his　mom　he　was　
gay；　but　all　of　his　anger　dissolved　the　second　he　saw　his　little　sister？s　sweet；　angelic　face。　？Have　
any　beret…wearing　Europeanlovaaaahs　？？　Jenny　stuck　her　tongue　out　at　her　brother　and　reached　
down　to　pull　off　her　sneakers。　？Nope；　but　if　I　meet　anyone　who　fits　that　description　I？ll　be　sure　to　
pass　him　along　to　you；？　she　retorted。　？I　didn？t　know　that　was　your　type。？　She　smirked　at　her　own　
wit。　？Seriously　though？how？s　it　feel　to　be　gay？？　Dan；　realizing　he　was　naked　to　the　waist；　grabbed　
a　dirty　gray　sweatshirt　from　the　other　side　of　the　couch　and　pulled　it　on。　？It？s　。　。　。　I？m　not　sure；？　he　
said；　his　head　getting　stuck　in　an　armhole。　？I？m　kind　of　confused　about　the　whole　thing；？　he　added　
once　he　finally　got　his　head　out。　

？Well；　duh！？　Jenny　exclaimed；　repositioning　herself　on　the　couch。　？Shove　over！？　She　pushed　his　
body　with　her　hip。　Dan　noticed　that　her　face　seemed　a　little　more　grown…up　to　him？or　maybe　it　
was　just　that　he　hadn？t　seen　her　in　a　while。　It　seemed　less　。　。　。　round。　？I　mean；　that？s　normal；　right？？　
she　asked。　

？How　should　I　know？？　Dan　flopped　back　against　the　arm　of　the　couch；　exasperated。　？It？s　not　like　
I　have　a　lot　of　experience　with　this　whole　thing。？　He　turned　his　head　toward　the　window；　his　voice　
wistful。　？I　just　wish　I　could　find　someone　to　justbe　with；　you　know？？　He　wasn？t　even　sure　what　he　
meant　by　that？he　was　with　people　all　the　time。　All　he　knew　was　that　he？d　felt　really　。　。　。　lonely　
lately。　Sure；　every　man　was　an　island；　but　this　was　getting　ridiculous。　

？Don？t　worry；？　Jenny　said　quietly；　reaching　over　and　patting　her　brother？s　hand。　？You？ll　find　
someone。　I　mean；　any　guy　would　be　totally　lucky　to　have　you。？　

It　was　sweet　of　her　to　say　that；　but　Dan　wasn？t　entirely　sure　it　was　true。　？Yeah；　I　guess；？　he　
mumbled。　

？Well；　what　kind　of　guys　do　you　like；　anyway？？　Jenny　reached　up　and　pulled　her　relentlessly　
curly　hair　into　a　knot。　？I？m　pretty　sure　it？s　not　the　ones　who　wear　berets。？　Dan　laughed　despite　
himself。　？I　don？t　know。？　He　picked　up　the　TV　remote　from　the　floor　and　fiddled　with　it。　？How　
many　kindsare　there；　anyway？？　？Uh；a　lot　；？　she　giggled；　pulling　off　a　thin　purple　sock；　balling　it　
up　and　throwing　it　at　his　face。　？What　about　the　hip…hop　guys　who　hang　out　by　the　Christopher　
Street　PATH　station？？　Jenny　held　up　a　hand　as　if　she　was　going　to　start　counting　the　types　on　her　
fingers。　？Or　the　Chelsea　dudes　with　too　many　hair　product