gossip girl 4 英文- 第30部分

　Jenny　winced。　

　Oops。　

Blair　nodded　encouragingly；　？Yes？　What　is　it？？　Vicky　Reinerson　waved　her　hand　in　the　air。　She　
was　wearing　a　red　wool　cape　similar　to　the　one　Serena　had　modeled　in　the　Les　Best　show；　except　
hers　was　a　little　used　looking；　like　she？d　borrowed　it　from　her　grandmother　or　something。　

Guess　she　didn？t　get　the　message　that　capes　are　back　in　style　thisfall　；　not　this　spring。　

？Oh；　but　after　she？s　done　will　youplease　tell　us　all　about　the　Les　Best　show；　Serena？？　Vicky　
pleaded。　？Youpromised　。？　

Serena　giggled　as　if　she　hadtons　of　crazy　stories　to　tell。　Blair　wanted　to　smack　her。　？The　craziest　
thing　was　that　I　had　a　snowball　fight　with　Les　Best　himself　and　I　didn？t　even　know　it　was　him！？　
Serena　glanced　at　Blair；　who　was　glaring　at　her。　？Anyway；　I？ll　save　it　for　the　end；　if　there？s　time。？　
She　turned　back　to　Elise。　？What　was　it　you　were　saying？？　

Elise？s　face　turned　purple　as　a　plum。　？I…I　wanted　to　talk　about　kissing；？　she　stammered。　？About　
kissinggirls　。？　

Jenny　kicked　the　legs　of　Elise？s　chair。　Mary；　Cassie；　and　Vicky　snickered　and　nudged　each　
other？s　elbows。　This　was　going　to　be　good。　A　rumor　had　gone　around　awhile　back　that　Blair　and　
Serena　had　kissed　each　other　in　the　hot　tub　in　the　hotel　suite　Chuck　Bass？s　family　kept　downtown　
in　the　Tribeca　Star。　

？I　think　anyone　should　be　able　to　kiss　anyone；？　Serena　replied。　？Kissing　is　fun！？　

Blair　forked　a　giant　piece　of　chocolate　cake　into　her　mouth；　trying　to　e　up　with　something　to　
top　what　Serena　had　just　said。　？Guys　like　to　watch　girls　kiss；？　she　declared　with　her　mouth　
full。　？They　do　it　all　the　time　in　the　movies；　just　to　turn　guys　on。？　This　was　true。　They？d　even　
talked　about　it　in　Mr。　Beckham？s　film　class。　

？So　Serena；　whatwas　it　like　to　wear　all　those　cool　Les　Best　clothes？？　Jenny　asked；　desperate　to　
change　the　subject。　


Serena　stretched　her　long；　lithe　arms　over　her　gorgeous　blond　head　and　sighed　happily。　？You　
really　want　to　know？？　

Everyone　in　the　group　except　Blair　and　Elise　nodded　eagerly。　？Okay；　I？ll　tell　you。？　

Blair　rolled　her　eyes；　daring　herself　to　shut　Serena　up　by　announcing　the　news　of　her　torrid　affair　
with　a　married　thirty…eight…year…old　man；　which　was　a　hell　of　a　lot　more　interesting　than　prancing　
around　on　a　runway　in　dumb　clothes　no　one　wanted　to　wear　anyway。　She　glanced　down　at　the　
table　where　Elise　was　furiously　scribbling　her　name　over　and　over　on　a　sheet　of　notebook　
paper。Elise　Wells。　Miss　Elise　Wells。　Miss　Elise　Patricia　Wells。　E。P。　Wells。　

Suddenly　Blair　felt　the　entire　contents　of　her　stomach　do　a　back　walkover　into　her　throat。Wells？　
That　wasOwen　？s　last　name。　And　Elise　had　just　said　she　thought　herfather　was　having　anaffair　。　
Owen　hadn？t　said　anything　to　her　about　a　daughter；　but　now　that　she　thought　about　it；　Elise　had　
his　same　eyes；　and　on　the　stoop　Elise　had　lit　two　cigarettes　exactly　the　same　way　Owen　had　Friday　
night　in　the　bar。Christ　。　For　all　Blair　knew；　Owen　hadten　children　that　he？d　just　happened　to　forget　
to　mention。Fuck！　

Blair　scraped　her　chair　back　and　bolted　for　the　nurse？s　office　behind　the　cafeteria；　getting　there　
just　in　time　to　spew　chocolate　cake　all　over　Nurse　O？Donnell？s　hand…hooked　farmhouse　rug。　It　
wasn？t　pretty；　but　it　was　the　quickest　way　to　get　sent　home　sick　from　school。　

As　soon　as　she　left；　the　cafeteria　began　to　hum　with　the　sound　of　girls　trading　versions　of　what　
was　wrong　with　Blair　Waldorf。　

？I　heard　she　has　some　rare　disease。　She　lost　all　her　hair。　That？s　really　a　wig；？　announced　Laura　
Salmon。　

？I　heard　she？s　pregnant　with　some　old　guy？s　kid。　He？s　married　to　a　member　of　the　royal　family　
and　he　wants　to　marry　her；　but　his　wife　won？t　give　him　a　divorce；？　Rain　Hoffstetter　explained。　

？Oh　my　God。　So　she　and　her　mom　could　like；　have　babies　at　the　same　time！？　Kati　Farkas　
shrieked。　

？She？s　not　pregnant；　stupid。　It？s　her　eating　disorder；？　Isabel　Coates　told　the　girls　at　the　same　
table　in　a　confidential　whisper。　？She？s　been　struggling　with　it　for　years。？　

At　the　peer　group　table；　Serena　unwittingly　set　the　record　straight。　？She？ll　befine　just　as　soon　as　
she　finds　out　she？s　into　Yale。？　


waspoid　prince　tries　to　score　

When　last…period　French　was　finally　over；　Nate　Archibald　bid　a　hasty？　demain　to　his　St。　Jude？s　
School　classmates　and　hurried　up　Madison　Avenue　to　the　pizza　place　on　the　corner　of　Eighty…sixth　
Street；　the　workplace　of　his　dependable　pot　dealer；　Mitchell。　Lucky　for　Nate；　St。　Jude？s　was　the　
oldest　boys？　school　in　Manhattan　and　had　kept　its　tradition　of　ending　the　school　day　at　2P。M。　for　
both　lower…　and　upper…school　boys；　even　though　most　of　the　other　city　schools　let　out　at　4P。M。　The　
school？s　reasoning　was　that　it　gave　the　boys　extra　time　to　play　sports　and　do　the　copious　amounts　
of　homework　they　were　sent　home　with　every　afternoon。　It　also　gave　them　plenty　of　time　to　kick　
back　and　get　high　before；　during；　andafter　they　played　sports　and　did　their　homework。　

The　last　time　Nate　had　seen　Mitchell；　the　wisecracking　Kangol　hat？wearing　dealer　had　said　he？d　
be　moving　back　home　to　Amsterdam　very　soon。　Today　was　Nate？s　last　chance　to　score　the　biggest　
bag　of　sweet；　Peruvian…grown　weed　Mitchell　could　provide。　Blair　had　always　plained　about　
Nate？s　pot…smoking　when　they　were　together；　whining　about　how　boring　it　was　to　watch　him　
staring　at　the　Persian　rug　on　her　bedroom　floor　for　ten　minutes　when　they　could　have　been　fooling　
around　or　at　a　party　somewhere。　Nate　had　always　maintained　that　his　pot…smoking　was　a　mere　
indulgence；　like　eating　chocolate？something　he　could　give　up　any　time。　And　just　to　prove　it？not　
that　heneeded　to　prove　anything　to　Blair　anymore？he　was　going　to　go　cold　turkey　after　he？d　
smoked　every　last　leaf　of　pot　from　the　giant　bag　he　was　going　to　buy　today。　If　he　were　careful；　he　
could　make　the　bag　last　a　good　eight　weeks。　Until　then　he　preferred　not　to　eventhink　about　
quitting。　

？Two　plain　slices；？　Nate　told　the　gangly；　balding　pizza　chef　wearing　a　bright　purple　WELE　
TOLOSERVILLET…shirt。　He　rested　his　elbows　on　the　pizza　joint？s　red　linoleum　counter…top；　
nudging　aside　plastic　containers　filled　with　garlic　salt；　red　pepper　flakes；　and　oregano。　？Where？s　
Mitchell？？　

Mitchell？s　little　side　business　was　no　secret　in　the　pizza　parlor。　The　pizza　chef　raised　his　bushy　
black　eyebrows。　His　name　might　actually　have　been　Ray；　but　even　after　years　of　buying　pizza　and　
pot　there　Nate　still　wasn？t　sure。　？Mitchell？s　gone　already。　You　missed　him。？　

Nate　patted　the　back　pocket　of　his　khakis；　where　he？d　shoved　his　bulging　Coach　wallet；　a　sour　
lump　of　panic　rising　in　his　throat。　Of　course　he　wasn？taddicted　；　but　he　didn？t　like　being　stuck　
without　any　weed　at　all　when　he？d　been　planning　to　roll　a　nice　big　fatty　to　while　away　the　
afternoon。　And　tomorrow　afternoon；　and　the　day　after　that　。　。　。　

？What？　You　mean　he　left　for　Amsterdam　already？？　

Ray？or　maybe　it　was　Roy？pulled　open　the　shiny　chrome　door　of　the　pizza　oven　and　in　one　expert　
motion　slipped　two　hot　slices　onto　a　double　layer　of　paper　plates　and　slid　them　across　the　counter　
in　Nate？s　direction。　？Sorry；　buddy；？　he　said　only　half　sympathetically。　？But　from　now　on　w