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gossip girl 8 英文-第26部分

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Speaking of?wherewas Mookie? He usually came with Aaron when Aaron stayed over at 
Vanessa?s instead of sleeping in Blair?s brother Tyler?s room or passing out on the leather sofa in 
the penthouse library after too many organic beers。 

 Nudge; nudge。 

?Maybe now that I?m into Yale; I won?t mind being at ho ?? Blair?s voice trailed off as 
inspiration hit and a new; fabulous idea began to form in her head。 

After her father had moved out of the penthouse and before he?d left for France to live with his 
gay French lover?Jacques or Jean…Claude; or whatever the fuck his name was?he?d camped out at 
the Yale Club for a few months。 It was right across the street from Grand Central Station; but; 
unlike the old train station; the Yale Club had never really been renovated and still had that 
shabbily elegant Old New York vibe。 It was the type of place Blair?s former best friend Serena 
would adore; while Blair would normally have preferred a more sumptuously elegant suite at the 
Carlyle or one of the city?s other landmark hotels。 But she?d already stayed in a suite at the Plaza; 
where she?d been treated like just another well…to…do guest。 At the Yale Club she?d be ?Harold 
Waldorf?s daughter;? which was almost as good as being royalty。 

 Almost。 


?Actually; I?m moving to the Yale Club?at least until I figure out what I?m doing this summer;? 
she announced into the phone; smiling down at her perfectly manicured coral pink fingernails as if 
this had been her plan all along。 

?Is that so?? 

Blair looked up from her overstuffed black Barneys shopping bags full of shoes。 Vanessa was 
standing in the open doorway to the apartment; hands on her pale; round hips; wearing a black 
wifebeater T…shirt and black cotton Hanes underwear。 That scraggly boy Blair thought Vanessa had 
dumped for good was standing behind her; wearing only a pair of gray Fruit of the Looms; while 
the rest of his worn…too…often…to…ever…e…clean clothes were bundled in his arms。 A huge grapey 
bruise stood out on his throat; just below his Adam?s apple。 

 Ew?a hickey! 

 ?It?s the one with the graffiti all over the door。 I?ll be downstairs in five minutes;? Blair 
instructed Chuck before hanging up。 She put her hands on her hips; trying to think of a nice way to 
tell Vanessa that she was out of there。 It was amusing being friends with the shaven…headed girl 
everyone in her class thought was so weird; and Blair genuinely liked Vanessa for her no…bullshit 
approach to everything and her dark; sarcastic sense of humor。 But as graduation approached; 
Vanessa had grown slightly manic?asking Blair to paint her toenails on an almost nightly basis and 
even getting Blair to try that stupid brush…on hair…highlighting kit with her。 Thank God it had only 
been temporary。 Vanessa seemed to crave pany; so if two…timing Blair?s stepbrother; Aaron; 
with this straggly Dan guy made her happy; Blair honestly didn?t care。 She personally was 
through with men。 In just a few short minutes; Vanessa would have the apartment all to herself 
again?she could go ahead and have a full…fledged orgy if she wanted to。 

?Someone?s ing to pick me up;? she said in lieu of an explanation。 

Vanessa had just been caught cheating on Blair?s stepbrother; Aaron; with Dan; who was 
supposed to be history。 Most people would have acted at least slightly sheepish in such a situation。 
Not Vanessa。 She blinked her big brown eyes accusingly at Blair。 ?You?re leaving? How e? 
Are you pissed at me?? She cocked her shaved head and corrected herself。 ?I mean; more than 
usual?? 

To call Blair and Vanessa the Odd Couple was an under…statement。 Blair had been raised by a 
team of nannies and had attended preschool at Park Avenue Presbyterian; just like all the other 
children from the best Upper East Side families。 Vanessa had been raised by her hippie artist 
parents in Vermont and been homeschooled until the age of ten。 She?d moved to Williamsburg to 
live with her older sister; Ruby; at the age of fifteen and had spent her first two summers working 
double shifts at the local Kinko?s copy shop to earn enough money to buy her first digital video 
camera。 Blair had spent her summers playing tennis on her father?s estate in Newport; Rhode 
Island; or helping Serena filch bottles of Stoli out of the liquor cabinet in Serena?s Ridgefield; 
Connecticut; country house。 Blair modeled herself after Audrey Hepburn; and her favorite color 


was bright pink。 Vanessa modeled herself after no one; except maybe the great Swedish 
avant…garde filmmaker Ingmar Bergman; and wore only black。 They couldn?t have been more 
different。 

?No。? Blair shrugged; allowing a small smile to play on her foxlike face。 ?Why would I be 
mad?? 

Vanessa padded into the kitchen and retrieved one of the waterlogged tofu pups Aaron had left in 
the pot on the stove; eating half of it in one bite。 She?d developed a taste for them since hooking 
up with Aaron。 ?Want one?? she offered both Blair and Dan; waggling it at them like a chewed…on 
finger。 

 Gee; thanks。 

?I?m good;? Dan mumbled; fumbling with his rumpled pants。 

Blair flapped her hands at the tofu pup; the half…naked Dan and his icky hickey; the 
dingy…despite…its…new…coat…of…paint apartment; and all of Williamsburg outside。 ?It?s just not me;? 
she tried to explain。 

Vanessa nodded slowly。 Ever since Blair had found Serena and Nate colluding in the pool house 
bathtub at Isabel Coates?s Hamptons beach house; she?d been acting a little manic。 ?Are you sure 
the Yale Club will even take you? It?s not like you?re an alumna yet。? 

Blair shoved an armload of jewel…toned Juicy Couture tracksuits into her already…heaving duffel 
bag。 She used to be so sensitive about the subject of Yale; but that was before she got in。 ?My 
dad?s a member。 They?ll take me or he?ll kick their asses。? 

Vanessa was still watching her。 Blair could hear the ticking of the electric clock on the old 
stove。 ?Oh。 I almost forgot。? She picked up the Browns of London shopping bag she?d lugged all 
the way home from school。 

Not that she?d actually walked all the way。 

?I got you a dress for graduation。 It was too perfect; and I figured you didn?t know where to buy 
anything that isn?t black。 I even have the perfect shoes you can have to go with it。? 

Vanessa tugged the white…tissue…wrapped bundle out of the bag and shook out the dress。 Even 
though it was white; it was awesome。 Sort of Morticia…Addams…meets…Bride…of…Frankenstein。 Of 
course; she didn?t have the heart to tell Blair that Aaron had proposed they leave town before 
graduation even happened。 

And we thought she?d forgotten all about that。 


Vanessa stood on one foot and scratched the back of her calf with the black…painted toenails of 
her other foot; still holding the dress。 She was already freaking out about graduating and what lay 
ahead; and now this。 ?Shit。 This is sad。? She threw her arms around Blair。 ?I?m going to miss 
you。? 

Blair hugged her back。 ?Look; we?re practically the same height;? she murmured gently; giving 
Vanessa?s doughy half…naked body an affectionate squeeze。 ?We?ll totally be next to each other in 
the graduation lineup。? 

Vanessa smiled and wiped away a stray tear。 She pointed to one of the myriad pairs of Manolo 
stilettos scattered on the dusty wooden floor。 ?Not when you wear those。? 

?Well; you can always borrow a pair;? Blair offered gently。 The two girls laughed; and in an 
instant all was forgiven。 Even the loud sex with Aaron last night and the random sex with Dan on 
the roof in what was supposed to have been Blair and Vanessa?s special spot。 If that was what she 
needed to do to fend off pregraduation jitters; then so be it。 

?I?m going to take a shower;? Dan announced; even though neither of the girls was paying any 
attention to him。 

Vanessa picked up the black jean skirt Blair had discarded on the floor and pulled it over her butt 
without even attempting to button it。 Then she slung the handles of one of the Louis Vuitton duffel 
bags and two of the Barneys bags full of shoes over her shoulder。 ?e on。 I?ll help you carry 
your bags downstairs。? 

Chuck was waiting on the corner behind the wheel of his new silver convertible Jag?an early 
graduation present。 The car looked pletely incongruous with the funkily rundown 
neighborhood。 He popped open the trunk and the girls dropped Blair?s bags inside。 

?I left some other stuff for you in the closet。? Blair gave her classmate a quick hug。 ?See you 
tomorrow in English。? 

Vanessa hugged her back。 ?See you tomorrow; bitchface;? she answered tenderly。 

Blair watched the graffitied door slam closed behind her as Vanessa went inside。 Then she 
opened the Jag?s passenger…side door。 

?I heard that back in the forties all the alums used to keep prostitutes at the Yale Club;? Chuck 
announced as Blair reached for her seat belt。 ?And they didn?t even have a ladies? room。? He 
pulled away from the curb and slipped his hand over Blair?s bare knee。 ?I knew it would never 
last。 You?re a boy?s girl; not a girl?s girl。? 

Blair shoved his hand away and rolled her blue eyes in annoyance。 Chuck was and always would 
be a slimeball; tolerated only because he and Blair and the rest of their ilk had all been born at 


Lenox Hill Hospital at Seventy…seventh and Park and had all gone to nursery school together。 
They?d attended dancing school together and vacationed with their families in St。 Barts。 Their 
parents were on the boards of the Metropolitan Museum and the Metropolitan Opera; and they all 
spoke the same unspoken language。 But unlike his other Upper East Side cohorts; Chuck had 
failed to get into any of the private colleges he?d applied to。 His parents were sending him to a 
random military academy in northern New Jersey instead。 So it was easy to understand why he 
was so critical of the Yale Club: He was a teensy bit jealous。 

 You think? 

Justin Timberlake?s new CD was playing on the Blaupunkt car stereo; and Blair turned it up as 
loud as it would go。 Chuck put his hand on her knee again as they approached the Williamsburg 
Bridge。 She picked it up and put it on the gearshift。 Had Chuck confused her with a slut like 
Serena; who had no morals and would fool around with a boy just because he was good…looking 
and she was vaguely horny? ?Drive;? she ordered。 ?Just drive。? She folded her hands primly in her 
lap。 She wasn?t like that。 

Oh; wasn?t she? 

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Disclaimer: All the real names of places; people; and events have been altered or abbreviated to 
protect the innocent。 Namely; me。 

 hey people! 

Don?t know much about nothing but s…e…x 

Finals are next week and no one seems to care。 Instead of staying in and memorizing time lines 
for AP American history or irregular conjugations for French; everyone?s staying in; ordering 
Chinese food; and going to bed ? with a friend。 We?re such a predictable bunch。 But what better 
way to get rid of prefinals and pregraduation stress? 

Did someone mention gifts? 

Graduation?the actual ceremony; I mean?is really for the parents。 The gifts we get for graduating 
make sitting through it totally worthwhile。 Let?s guess what some of our favorite people are 
asking Mom and Dad for。? 


B:She claims to be over men; but what she really wants is a new hunky boyfriend。 One that 
wouldn?t cheat on her with her best friend at a party in a bathtub。 

V:An alternative…boy calendar so she can keep them all straight。 

N:A lifetime supply of Kleenex with a nice blue plaid Ralph Lauren Kleenex…box holder。 
D:A used Hyundai; a driver?s license ? oh; and a life。 
S:A hobby other than stealing her best friend?s boyfriend。 Whatever happened to her 
modeling/acting career; anyway? 
J:Wait; she?s not graduating。 But she still needs a school to go to next year。 

Something we all want: a single gigantic; fantabulous party for everyone to go to。 None of that 
irritating never…get…to…finish…your…drink party…hopping busi
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