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protect　the　innocent。　Namely；　me。　

　hey　people！　

I？m　not　ashamed　to　admit　that　？Summer　Lovin？？　（from　our　secretfavorite　
I？m…staying…in…Friday…night　movie；Grease　）　is　one　of　thebest　songs　I？ve　ever　heard。　Not　only　is　it　
catchy；　it？s　true：summer　is　all　about　love　and　gettin？　some　lovin？；　right？　Butthere　seems　to　be　a　
shortage　this　summer。　

It？s　been　almost　three　weeks　and　our　friend　S　is　still　a　solo　performer！　What　gives？　Sure；　she？s　
been　spotted　around　townwith　T；　but　there？s　no　law　that　friends　can？t　have　dinner　together；now　is　
there？　Besides；　we　think　T　might　have　his　eye　on　someone　else。　You　heard　it　here　first。　

Meanwhile；　B　is　throwing　herself　into　her　work？word　is　she？salready　the　second？most　feared　
person　on　that　movie　set。　Wehaven？t　gotten　close　enough　to　verify　the　rumors　that　she？ssporting　
an　engagement　ring　on　her　right　hand？to　throw　offthe　paparazzi；　just　like　the　stars。　Word　also　has　
it　that　B？slooking　a　little　rosy　in　the　cheeks：　mother…to…be　flush；　secretlove；　or　great　new　facialist？　
Break　out　your　camera　phones；people：　we　need　evidence！　

More　summer…lovin？　updates：　it　seems　D　and　V　are　definitely　on　the　outs；　and　again；　you　heard　it　
here　first。　He？s　looking　surprisingly　tan　and　toned。　Swearsies！　And　what　about　N　andhis　summer　
lover？　How　long　till　he　shows　his　true　city…boy　colors？　He　might　say　he？s　not　like　the　rest　of　the　
city　crowd；but　N　can　only　forsake　creature　forts　like　nightclub　bottleservice；　black…tie　
fundraisers　on　Lilypond　Lane；　and　private　helicopter　rides　back　to　the　city　for　so　long。。。。　

　trouble　brewing　

My　spies　at　Michael？s　have　tipped　me　off　about　a　very　tense　meeting　between　a　certain　highly　


respected　photographer…turned…filmmaker　and　the　Hollywood　heavyweights　（literally　a　pair　of　
rotund　brothers）　who　are　bankrolling　his　latest　venture。　It　seems　that　the　deep…pocketed　producers　
are　less　than　thrilled　with　the　dailies　and　want　to　rethink　the　casting。　Could　this　mean　that　V　won？t　
be　the　only　one　to　get　canned？　Stay　tuned。

　sightings　

B；　Frappuccino　and　clipboard　in　hand；　desperately　trying　to　hail　a　cab　on　Park　Avenue。　Whatever　
happened　to　that　graduation　present？　Is　it　true　that　she　doesn？t　actually　have　her　license？　Oops！　N　
at　the　Amagansett　farmer？s　market；　deliberating　over　the　wildflowers。　We　knew　he　was　a　closet　
romantic！　T　showing　an　unidentified　special　guest　around　the　set？we　hear　the　private　tour　included　
a　lengthy　visit　to　the　star？s　trailer。　V　at　Forbidden　Planet；　stocking　up　on　ic　books？but　
definitely　not　visiting　D　at　the　Strand；　which　is；　after　all；　just　right　across　the　street。　Interesting　。　。　。　

and　they　call　it　puppy　love　。　。　。　

Speaking　of　love；　I？ve　finally　met　someone。　Actually；　two　some…ones：　they？re　both　irresistibly　
adorable　and　neither　can　stop　showering　me　with　kisses。　I　know　it？s　wrong　to　e　between　
brothers；　but　I　could　never　choose　between　my　dear　Luke　and　Owen。　

You　might　have　seen　that　big　story　about　them　in　last　week？s　Sunday　Styles：　they？re　puggles；　the　
only　hybrid　for　me：　half　beagle；　half　pug；　but　100　percent　love。　And　mine　just　happen　to　have　
e　from　the　shelter。　I？m　a　sucker　for　strays　with　impeccable　breeding。　It？s　the　new　couture　for　
a　cause；　so　don？t　waste　your　time　with　some　haughty　Chihuahua　or　a　slobbery　French　bulldog。　

　your　e…mail　

Q：　
Dear　GG；　

I？m　a　paralegal　at　a　law　firm　in　Midtown　and　I？ve　been　dying　over　one　of　my　coworkers　for　
weeks。　He　used　to　e　out　with　us　for　happy　hour；　but　suddenly　he？s　turned　totally　
homebody？he　practically　runs　back　to　his　apartment　after　work。　Do　you　think　it？s　something　
embarrassing；　like　a　porn　addiction？

　？Crushed

　A：　
Dear　Crushed；　

Sounds　like　he？s　definitely　addicted　to　something？or　someone？at　home。　But　there？s　only　one　
good　reason　a　happy…hour　hottie　turns　stay…at…home　stud：　a　girl。　Here？s　my　advice：　offer　to　tie　him　


up　with　his　new　mallard…print　tie　and　see　what　he　says。　Yes　=　porn　addiction。　No；　thanks　=　
girlfriend。　Good　luck！　

　？GG　

What　else　is　happening　out　there；　people？　Send　me　the　scoop：　hot　gossip；　the　latest　sample　sales；　
the　location　of　that　new　secret　As　Four　boutique；　the　dirt　on　the　set。　And　can　someone　please　tell　
me　the　date　and　location　of　the　totally　top…secretBreakfast　at　Fred？s　wrap　party？　I？ll　need　to　
reserve　a　preparty　coiffing　with　Mr。　Fekkai　himself；　of　course。　So　spill！　

You　know　you　love　me。　

　gossip　girl　

n　hits　the　town　

？Fuck　you　all　very　much！？　The　British…born　lead　singer　of　the　jokingly　named　Sunshine　
Experience　wiped　a　hand　across　his　brow　and　flung　his　sweat　into　the　crowd。　Bare…chested　and　
clad　only　in　tight　black　leather　pants；　the　scrawny　singer；　who　was　better　known　for　squiring　
models　and　actresses　than　actually　singing；　spat　angrily　onto　the　stage　and　stormed　off；　
disappearing　into　the　thick　crowd　of　revelers。　

？God；　I　love　them！？　Tawny　cried；　squeezing　Nate？s　upper　thigh　and　inadvertently　spilling　half　of　
her　Smirnoff　sea　breeze　on　the　Ultrasuede　banquette　and　her　faux…Pucci　print　XOXO　capri　pants。　

　What　a　pity。　

Nate　nodded　and　took　a　swig　of　his　third　pint　of　Newcastle　brown　ale　of　the　night。　He　glanced　
around　the　packed　main　room　of　Resort；　the　East　Hampton　nightclub：　the　dance　floor　was　teeming　
with　blond　girls　in　Diane　von　Furstenberg　dresses　and　perfectly　groomed　stockbroker　types　in　
khakis　and　Thomas　Pink　shirts？not　exactly　the　type　of　crowd　you？d　nor…mally　see　at　a　Sunshine　
Experience　show。　

The　Hamptons　had　been　abuzz　with　word　of　this　？surprise？　show　by　the　English　punk　band　for　a　
week　now；　and　when　Tawny　suggested　they　go；　Nate？s　enthusiasm　surprised　even　him。　He　hadn？t　
made　it　out　to　Resort　yet　that　summer？　in　fact；　he　hadn？t　really　done　much　of　anything　besides　
clean　out　gutters；　cut　grass；　fix　shingles；　and　smoke　weed　with　Tawny。　It　felt　good　to　get　out；　to　be　
where　the　action　was；　with　a　cold　beer　and　a　hot　blonde　and　nothing　to　worry　about。

　？Archibald！？　


Tawny　nudged　Nate　gently　with　her　elbow。　？Is　that　a　friend　of　yours？？　

Anthony　Avuldsen　wove　through　the　crowd；　lifting　his　whiskey　and　soda　high　into　the　air　to　
avoid　a　spill。　He？d　shaved　his　blond　hair　close　to　his　head　and　had　a　deep　summertime　tan　that　
made　his　smile　seem　even　brighter　than　usual。　The　bouncer？a　burly　guy　with　no　discernible　neck？　
gave　him　a　quick　nod；　allowing　him　to　step　up　onto　the　platform　that　doubled　as　the　club？s　VIP　
room。　

？Archibald；　you　son　of　a　bitch；？　Anthony　said；　knocking　his　glass　against　Nate？s　bottle　in　

greeting。　？Where　the　hell　have　you　been　keeping　yourself？？　

？Hey；？　Nate　greeted　him。　

？Coach　working　you？？　Anthony　plopped　next　to　Nate　on　the　banquette；　nodding　his　head　in　time　

to　the　thumping　bass　line。　

？Something　like　that；？　Nate　admitted。　

？Dude；？　Anthony　continued；　shouting　to　be　heard　over　the　deafening　din　of　the　music。　？I　hear　

Blair？s　back　in　town。　What？s　the　story？？　
Nate　frowned；　then　draped　an　arm　around　Tawny；　pulling　her　even　closer。　？I　don？t　know。？　He　

shrugged。　

？I？m　Tawny；？　the　girl　said；　leaning　across　Nate？s　lap　and　smiling　in　Anthony？s　direction。　

？What？s　up？？　Anthony　nodded　in　greeting。　？Anthony。？　

？You　two　know　each　other　from　school？？　she　wanted　to　know。　

　？Yeah；？　Anthony　responded。　？How　do　you　two　know　each　other？？　

Nate　signaled　to　the　waitress。　He　needed　another　drink；　immediately。　

？Nate　just　fell　at　my　feet　one　day；？　Tawny　replied；　draining　the　last　of　her　cocktail。　？I　guess　I？m　

just　lucky。？　

Anthony　studied　her；　then　yelled　at　Nate；　？You？re　the　lucky　one；　bastard。？　

The　waitress　approached；　looking　exactly　like　Jessica　Simpson　playing　Daisy　inThe　Dukes　of　

Hazzard　。　？Another　round？？　she　asked。　

？Please；？　Nate　told　her。　If　Anthony　was　going　to　ask　him　any　more　questions；　he？d　need　to　get　a　
stronger　buzz　on。　


？I　haven？t　seen　you　around　the　city；？　Anthony　continued。　？Where　do　you　go　to　school？？　
？Oh；　I？m　not　from　the　city；？　Tawny　explained。　？I　live　in　Hampton　Bays。？　
？Cool；？　Anthony　exclaimed。　？I　don？t　think　I？ve　ever　met　a　townie　before。？　
Nate　jabbed　Anthony　roughly　with　his　elbow。　
？What？？　Anthony　demanded。　？It？s　cool。　No　offense；　man。？　
？What？？　asked　Tawny；　cupping　her　palm　over　her　ear。　？It？s　so　loud！？　
？Dude；？　Anthony　continued；　oblivious。　？Isabel　is　having　a　party　tomorrow。　I　heard　Serena？s　


going　to　be　there。　You　seen　her　lately？？　
The　last　time　Nate　had　seen　Serena；　he？d　been　kissing　Jenny　at　Blair？s　graduation　party。　It　was　
just　a　？for　old　times？　sake？　kiss；　but　he　was　pretty　sure　she　and　Blair　had　bonded　over　how　mad　at　

him　they　were。　
What　else　is　new？　
Nate　shook　his　head。　He　felt　pletely　out　of　touch　with　all　the　people　he？d　grown　up　with。　
？Wait；Serena　？？　asked　Tawny　excitedly；　leaning　across　Nate？s　lap。　From　this　vantage　he　had　an　

unobstructed　view　down　her　blouse　to　her　pierced　navel　and　could　seeeverything　in　between。　？As　
in；　Serena　with　the　foreign…sounding　last　name？？　
She　leaned　further　forward；　giving　Nate　another　glimpse　of　the　Promised　Land。　
Is　she　doing　that　on　purpose？Nate　wondered。　

Nate　glanced　at　Anthony　to　make　sure　he　wasn？t　sneaking　a　peek　as　well；　but　he？d　turned　to　talk　
to　some　dark…haired　beauty　Nate　vaguely　remembered　went　to　Grafton　and　was　a　year　younger　
than　them。　

？I　guess　so；？　Nate　allowed；　enjoying　Tawny？s　surprised　expression。　Did　Serena？s　name　sound　
foreign？　He？d　never　noticed。　But　forget　Serena？Tawny　was　clearly　impressed。　He　didn？t　feel　that　
way　often；　girls　thought　he　was　cute　or　cool　or　popular　or　whatever；　but　she　was　looking　at　him　
with　something　he？d　never　really　seen　in　Blair　or　Serena？s　eyes。　She　looked　。。。awed　。　

？We　kind　of　used　to　see　each　other；？　Nate　bragged。　That　was　the　truth；　but　it　didn？t　quite　cover　it。　
？Nate　Archibald！？　Tawny　cried；　leaning　across　the　table　once　more；　pushing　her　breasts　together　


invitingly。　？You　are　such　a　mystery　man。？　

？You　know　Serena；　too？？　Anthony　leaned　back　into　the　conversation；　clearly　trying　to　get　a　
sneak　peek　down　Tawny？s　shirt。　？There？s　going　to　be　some　kind　of　blowout　when　that　movie　
wraps　in　a　couple　days。　You　should　totally　e！？　he　yelled　over　the　booming　music。　

？You　meanBreakfast　at　Fred？s　？？　Tawny　looked　like　her　eyes　were　going　to　pop　out　of　her　
head。　？I　am；　like；　Thaddeus　Smith？s　number　one　fan。Ever　！？　

The　waitress　returned　with　their　drinks　and　Nate　grabbed　his　greedily。　

？I　don？t　know。？　He　shook　his　head。　All　of　a　sudden　he　felt　like　he　was　treading　water　in　a　really　
dark；　deep　pool。　His　thinking　was　a　little　cloudy　from　a　pre…going…out　joint　and　the　three　beers；　but　
even　in　that　state　he　knew　it　wasn？t　such　a　great　idea　to　show　up　at　Serena？s　wrap　party　with　
Tawny　on　his　arm。　Blair　would　definitely　be　there；　and　he　didn？t　want　her　to　think　that　he？d　
already　moved　on。　

But　hadn？t　he？　And　hadn？tshe　？　

？Please；？　Tawny　begged。　？I？ddie　to　meet　Thaddeus　Smith。　

Die！？　？Dude；？　Anthony　teased。　？Can？t　say　no　to　a　pretty　girl。？　Nate　Archibald　never　could　never　
say　no。　Period。　

b　takes　charge　

The　bang　of　the　slammed　door　echoed　off　the　walls　of　the　underfurnished　apartment。　It　was　hard　
to　stomp　in　angrily　after　climbing　all　those　stairs？and　in　rubber　flip…flops；　no　less？but　Serena　did　
her　best；　stomping　on　the　wood　floor；　dropping　her　oversize　white　leather　Jil　Sander　duffel　without　
a　thought　for　the　iPod　Nano　and　glass　Dolce　&　Gabbana　sunglasses　inside。　

？You　home；　roomie？？　Blair　called　from　inside　the　apartment？s　one　bedroom；　which　they？d　
decided　to　share。　They　were　basically　sisters　anyway。　

They　certainly　fought　like　they　were。　

？Yeah；？　Serena　called　back。　She　grabbed　a　Corona　from　the　fridge　and　perched　on　the　
windowsill　overlooking　the　back　of　the　town　house；　her　feet　dangling　out　of　the　window　over　the　
fire　escape。　

？How　was　work？？　Blair　strolled　into　the　kitchen　wrapped　up　in　a　massive　white　Frette　towel　


she？d　swiped　from　her　mom？s　well…stocked　linen　closet。　She　pulled　a　pack　of　Merits　from　
Serena？s　abandoned　purse　and　used　the　gas　stove　to　light　one。　

？Work　was　work。？　Serena　stared　glumly　down　through　the　slats　of　the　fire　escape　at　the　slate　
backyard　below。　She　sighed。　？Honestly；　Blair；　it　kind　of　sucks。？　

？What　do　you　mean？？　Blair？s　workday