gossip girl 8 英文- 第19部分

Bmooning　theYale　Club　out　of　her　new　Beamer　convertible。V　mooning　the　Yale　Club　out　ofB　？s　
new　Beamer　convertible。　The　girls　started　celebrating　early；　so　who　knows　what　kind　of　shape　
they？ll　be　in　later　tonight。　？　That　conceited　indie　film　director　paying　a　personal　visit　toS　？s　
family？s　Fifth　Avenue　penthouse。S　stepping　out　of　her　apartment　building；　looking　resplendent　in　
a　yellow　eyeletTocca　sundress。　Thank　goodness　she　changed。J　inBed；　Bath　and　Beyond　；　already　
decorating　her　room　atWaverly　Prep。　D　buying　a　whole　bucketful　of　red　roses　for　guess　who？　
Good　thing　she　didn？t　leave　town；　but　too　bad　she？s　forgotten　all　about　him！　Tonight　should　betr？s；　
tr？s　interessant　。　

See　you　then！　

You　know　you　love　me。　


　gossip　girl　

It　was　the　best　of　times；　it　was　the　worst　of　times　

Still　wearing　her　perfectly　fitted　white　satin　Oscar　de　la　Renta　suit；　Blair　sat　on　Lord　Marcus？s　
knee　on　a　brown　leather　wing…back　chair　in　the　Yale　Club　lounge；　feeling　weirdly　content　as　
throngs　of　people　wandered　into　her　graduation　party　with　their　yearbooks　tucked　under　their　arms。　
She　and　Lord　Marcus　hadn？t　had　a　chance　to　consummate　her　graduationyet　；　but　as　soon　as　the　
party　kicked　into　high　gear；　they？d　slip　up　to　her　suite　and　do　it　once　and　for　all。　She？d　already　
filled　the　suite　with　Diptyque　candles　in　scents　of　sandalwood；　bergamot；　and　lime；　and　
underneath　her　suit　she　was　wearing　her　favorite　new　cream…colored　embroidered　cotton　
Cosabella　camisole…and…thong　set。　

The　lounge　was　its　same　crusty　old　New　York　self；　except　for　the　six　flat…screen　Pioneer　TVs　
hanging　from　the　wood…paneled　walls；　running　Vanessa？s　latest　film　on　a　constant　loop。　The　fact　
that　all　the　characters　in　the　film　were　slowly　trickling　into　the　party　made　it　seem　like　the　opening　
night　of　an　edgy　new　documentary；　and　everyone　at　the　party　felt　totally　famous。　

？I　told　you　I　was　telegenic；？　Chuck　Bass　crowed；　watching　himself　onscreen。　He？d　arrived　with　
an　entourage　of　crew…cutted　boys　in　gray　flannel　uniforms　no　one　else　there　had　ever　laid　eyes　on　
before。　

That？s　because　he？d　raided　the　sophomore　class　of　some　random　Catholic　school　near　his　Sutton　
Place　apartment　and　paid　the　boys　to　e。　

？They？re　cute；？　Isabel　remarked；　eyeballing　a　particularly　innocent；　wide…eyed…looking　boy　who　
was　signing　Chuck？s　Riverside　Prep　yearbook　with　a　yellow　highlighter　pen。　Isabel　had　changed　
into　a　pair　of　cutoff　Rogan　jeans　and　a　cut…up　red　Juicy　Couture　T…shirt　and　was　looking　almost　
indecently　slutty。　

The　boy　eyeballed　her　back。　He？d　never　seen　so　much　well…tended　exposed　skin。　Maybe　it　was　
his　lucky　night！　

　？They？re　only；　like；　thirteen　years　old；？　Kati　scoffed　as　she　flipped　through　her　yearbook；　
counting　how　many　people　had　signed　it。　She　was　saving　her　virginity　for　college。　Sort　of。　
Technically　she？d　already　lost　it　to　Chuck　Bass　at　a　party　at　Serena？s　house；　like；　two　years　ago；　
but　she？d　been　so　drunk　at　the　time；　she　didn？t　even　remember　it。　

Lord　Marcus　slipped　something　cool　and　wonderful　around　Blair？s　neck。　Blair　touched　her　
collarbone　and　glanced　down。　It　was　a　Bvlgari　pearl　choker　exactly　like　the　one　she？d　borrowed　


from　her　mother　for　herBreakfast　at　Fred？s　audition；　only　ten　times　nicer。　Each　pearl　in　the　strand　
was　its　own　unique　shape；　imperfect　and　perfect　at　the　same　time；　fastened　by　an　ornate　gold　clasp　
shaped　like　the　letterB　。　？Congratulations；　Bee；？　he　murmured；　kissing　her　on　the　nape　of　the　
neck。　

　Bee？　

Blair　had　always　wanted　a　nickname。　She　tilted　her　chin　up　to　kiss　him　on　the　mouth；　feeling　
drunk　with　happiness　and　all　the　vodka　she？d　consumed　with　Vanessa　in　the　hours　between　
graduation　and　now。　She　had　an　insanely　cute　new　car；　an　insanely　hot　new　boyfriend；　and　she　was　
going　to　Yale　in　the　fall。　The　pearls　were　just　accessories　for　her　already…perfect　life。　

Well；　aren？t　we　smug？　

？I？d　love　for　you　to　e　to　England　this　summer；？　Lord　Marcus　whispered；　his　lips　brushing　
Blair？s　hair。　？My　family？s　desperate　to　meet　you。　You　could　stay　at　the　house。　And　maybe　we　
could　even　fly　to　Paris　and　see　your　dad　while　you？re　over。？　

Blair？s　breath　caught　in　her　throat　and　she　turned　around；　blinking　up　at　him　like　a　vacant　
cartoon　princess　who？d　just　been　woken　from　a　witch？s　spell。　He？d　only　asked　her　to　visit　him；　
but　it　had　sounded　almost　like　？a　marriage　proposal　。　He　was　her　prince；　her　knight？well；　not　
exactly；　but　a　lord　was　almost　the　same　thing。　He？d　swooped　in　on　his　white　stallion；　swept　her　off　
her　feet；　and　now　he　wanted　to　take　her　home　to　meet　his　parents　because　soon？maybe　even　
sometime　this　summer？he　was　going　to　give　her　an　incredibly　rare　diamond　ring；　kneel　down　
before　her；　and　ask　her　to　marry　him。　

Not　that　he　actually　mentioned　marriage。　And　when　exactly　did　a　white　stallion　enter　the　picture？　

？Yes；？　Blair　responded　blissfully。　？Oh；　yes！？　

It　was　more　of　a　response　to　the　marriage　proposal　in　her　head　than　to　Lord　Marcus？s　original　
proposal；　but　in　the　world　according　to　Blair；　they　were　intrinsically　linked：　She　would　go　to　
England　and　she　would　e　back　engaged　to　Lord　Marcus。　

Even　though　she　was　only　seventeen　and　her　mom　had　never　even　met　him。　Not　that　she　ever　
planned　to　purposely　introduce　her　mother　to　Marcus。　They　could　meet　at　the　wedding。　Or　maybe　
they？d　elope　to　some　remote　South　Pacific　island　and　have　an　intimate　nighttime　wedding　on　a　
beach　with　only　the　natives　as　their　witnesses。　They？d　eat　fire…roasted　goat　and　dance　barefoot　in　
the　sand。　

Remember；　anything　can　happen　on　the　Island　of　Blair。　

She？d　kept　her　summer　open；　thinking　she　would　need　all　two　and　a　half　months　just　to　shop　and　
pack　for　Yale。　She？d　even　considered　going　over　to　Europe　to　see　her　dad？but　mostly　to　shop；　


because　the　stores　in　New　York　never　put　out　any　fall　fashions　until　September；　and　she　had　to　be　
in　New　Haven　for　orientation　at　the　end　of　August。　How　on　earth　would　she　arrive　at　Yale　with　the　
right　cashmere　sweaters；　ankle　boots；　and　fitted　jackets　unless　she　bought　them　directly　from　
Prada　in　Milan　or　Burberry　in　London？　

Now　her　summer　was　more　defined。　She　would　shop；　get　engaged；　and　then　shop　some　more。　

？I　can？t　bear　to　think　this　is　our　last　night　together；？　Marcus　lamented；　kissing　her　behind　the　
ear。　？It　would　do　my　heart　good　to　know　you？re　going　to　e　over　in　a　couple　of　weeks。？　

Blair　would　have　closed　her　eyes　and　kissed　him　and　then　whispered　something　about　how　she　
really；　really　needed　to　lie　down　so　would　he　please　walk　her　to　her　suite　so　she　could　rip　his　
clothes　off　and　they　could　consummate　their　marriage　a　little　early；　but　then　Serena　and　Nate　
wandered　into　the　party　behind　a　group　of　L？？cole　girls　who　were　all　smoking　Gauloises　and　
wearing　crocheted　Marni　halter　tops　and　gold　Gucci　toe…ring　sandals　because　that　French　model；　
Pru；　had　just　worn　a　crocheted　Marni　halter　top　and　gold　Gucci　toe…ring　sandals　on　the　cover　of　
the　June　issue　of　FrenchVogue　。　Serena　had　changed　her　outfit？luckily。　Otherwise　Blair　would　
have　broken　her　perfect；　aristocratic　nose。　

？I　thought　you　told　me　they　broke　up；？　Tina　Ford；　who？d　just　graduated　from　Seaton　Arms；　
mented　to　Isabel　Coates。　She　bit　into　an　Absolut　Citron？soaked　ice　cube。　？Isn？t　that　why　they　
both　missed　graduation？？　

？I　heard　they　were　never　really　together；？　Kati　Farkas　trilled　in　reply；　even　though　Tina　wasn？t　
even　talking　to　her。　？Nate？s　gay。　He　came　out　last　week。　And　he？s　in　so　much　trouble。　His　parents　
are　disowning　him。　They？re　not　even　going　to　pay　for　Yale。？　

？So　why　is　Serena　still　pretending　to　go　out　with　him？？　Isabel　demanded；　lifting　up　her　ripped　
red　T…shirt　and　exposing　her　tummy　just　to　give　that　innocent…looking　Catholic　school　boy　Chuck　
had　brought　with　him　a　little　thrill。　

The　other　girls　rolled　their　eyes。　？Oh；　you　know　how　she　is。　She　always　has　to　be　sonice　to　
everybody；？　Rain　plained。　？Nate？s　dad　probably；　like；hired　her　to　flirt　with　Nate　so　he　
wouldn？t　be　gay　anymore！？　

Actually；　that　does　sound　like　something　Captain　Archibald　would　do。　

As　they？d　filed　out　of　Brick　Church；　and　in　the　seconds　before　their　families　caught　up　with　them；　
Serena　had　tried　to　explain　to　Blair　why　she？d　almost　missed　graduation；　while　Blair　had　
pretended　not　to　listen。　Obviously　Serena？s　secondBreakfast　at　Fred？s　audition　was　way　more　
important　than　listening　to　Blair？s　speech　or　getting　her　diploma。　At　least　Blair　had　the　satisfaction　
of　knowing　that　Serena　would　never　get　the　part。　She　was　way　too　tall；　too　blond；　and　too　
blue…eyed？totally　wrong　for　it。　


？I　got　the　part！？　Serena　screamed　at　the　top　of　her　lungs；　so　excited；　she　didn？t　care　who　was　
listening。　She　grabbed　Nate　and　squeezed　him　with　her　long；　perfectly　toned　arms。　？Ken　Mogul　
just　called。　I　got　the　part！？　

Blair　nearly　fell　off　Lord　Marcus？s　knee。　She？d　already　been　hating　Serena　all　over　again　for　
missing　her　graduation　speech　and　for　wearing　the　exact　same　Oscar　de　la　Renta　suit　she　had。　And　
of　course　she　still　secretly　hated　her　for　being　with　Nate。　It　hadn？t　seemed　possible　to　hate　her　any　
more？until　now。　But　Blair　had　already　started　talking　to　Serena　again？she？d　even　taken　Serena？s　
chemistry　exam　for　her；　for　Christ？s　sake；　so　now　she　was　stuck　with　the　awkward　choice　of　
suddenly　acting　like　a　bitch　for　no　reason　in　front　of　Lord　Marcus；　or　being　pletely　fake　and　
pretending　to　be　nice　so　Lord　Marcus　wouldn？t　think　she　was　a　bitch　and　change　his　mind　about　
wanting　to　marry　her。　

As　if　he　hadn？t　already　noticed　her　bitchy　side。　

Nate　stood　next　to　Serena　like　a　hired　piece　of　celebrity　arm　candy。　He　rubbed　his　eyes　and　
smiled　at　Blair　and　Marcus　blearily；　and　for　the　first　time　in　a　long　time；　Blair　wondered　what　
she？d　ever　seen　in　him。　No　matter　how　often　they　broke　up；　her　happily…ever…after　fantasies　had　
always　featured　Nate；　but　now　they　had　a　new　and　improved　co…star。　She　leaned　back　against　
Marcus？s　chest；　making　it　very　clear　that　she　was　supremely　fortable　on　his　lap　and　totally　
unruffled　by　Serena？s　news。　Her　perfectly　tailored　suit　was　a　little　warm　in　the　stuffy　room；　but　it　
looked　so　good　on　her；　she　didn？t　care。　

All　of　a　sudden；　another　good…looking　but　shorter　couple　stepped　around　Nate　and　Serena　and　
gazed　tensely　around　the　room；　as　if　they　were　worried　someone　might　yell　at　them　for　crashing　
the　party。　Blair　sat　up　and　unbuttoned　her　Oscar　de　la　Renta　suit　jacket；　flinging　it　onto　the　floor　in　
disgust。　The　male　part　of　the　new　couple　was　her　twelve…year…old　brother　Tyler；　attempting　to　look　
like　a　rock　star　by　wearing　a　vintage　Armani　tuxedo　jacket　over　a　ripped　black　AC/DC　T…shirt。　The　
dimple…cheeked；　waiflike　girl　on　his　arm　was　wearing　the　same　fucking　white　Oscar　de　la　Renta　
suit　Blair　was。　She　was　even　wearing　the　same　fucking　Manolo　Blahnik　shoes　as　Blair。　Her　
fucking　hair　was　the　same　color　as　Blair？s；　and　it　was　cut　in　a　short　layered　bob；　just　like　Blair？s。　
Blair　squinted。　She　had　never　seen　this　fucking　girl　in　her　life；　but　if　she　wasn？t　mistaken；　she　was　
also　wearing　Chanel？s　fucking　Stroppy　lip　gloss；　Blair？s　fucking　favorite。　

　Growl。　

Blair　hitched　up　the　straps　o