gossip girl 7 英文-第20部分

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he　could　give　them　both　a　piece　of　his　mind。　

The　bell　rang；　signaling　the　end　of　first　period。　

〃May　we　go　to　class　now？〃　Blair　asked　sweetly；　as　if　missing　gym　was　really　going　to　mess　up　her　
day。　

〃You　may；〃　Mrs。　M　relented。　Serena　and　Blair　stood　up；　leaving　Jenny　alone　on　the　loveseat。　〃Just　
remember；　girls；〃　the　headmistress　added；　〃your　acceptance　at　college　can　be　revoked　if　you　do　
not　maintain　the　standards　promised　on　your　record。〃　

〃Thank　you　for　the　warning；〃　Serena　replied；　bobbing　her　head　in　sort　of　obedient　half…curtsy　
before　grabbing　Blair's　elbow　and　booking　out　of　the　room。　They　kissed　their　mothers　good…bye　
and　then　took　the　stairs　up　to　the　senior　lounge　three　at　a　time；　breathlessly　repeating　over　and　
over；　〃What　the　hell　was　that？！〃　

〃Jennifer；〃　Mrs。　M　and　Rufus　said；　pratically　in　unison。　

Jenny　crossed　her　ankles　and　sat　on　her　hands；　feeling　very　small　and　unprotected　now　that　the　
two　older　girls　had　gone。　Her　father　sat　down　beside　her　on　the　loveseat　and　put　his　arm　around　
her　shoulders。　He　smelled　like　stale　onion　bagels　and　bad　coffee。　There　were　little　cigarette　burns　
all　over　his　sweatpants。　

〃You've　always　been　a　good　kid。〃　He　gave　Jenny's　shoulders　a　squeeze。　〃Good　grades。　Great　Artist。　
Reads　a　lot。　Nice　to　her　daddy…　most　of　the　time。〃　He　shot　Mrs。　M　an　amused　look。　〃Are　you　
going　to　tell　me　I've　been　deluded　all　these　years？〃　

Mrs。　M　smiled　her　first　genuine　smile　in　weeks。　She　liked　Rufus　Humphrey。　Sure；　he　was　scruffy　
and　inappropriate；　but　he　was　as　ingle　dad　who'd　raised　two　kids　himself　and　done　a　decent　job　of　
it。　His　only　trouble　was　that　he　lived　on　the　other　side　of　the　park　and　didn't　play　by　the　same　rules　
that　the　rest　of　Upper　East　Side　had　played　by　since　they　started　nursery　school　at　Brick　Church　on　
Park　Avenue。　He'd　never　been　given　a　cent　to　the　school's　endowment　or　attended　a　fundraiser。　
He'd　never　offered　to　build　the　school　a　new　library　or　gym　or　swimming　pool　if　it　could　
guarantee　Jenny　a　place　at　Harvard　after　graduation。　He　was　also　more　protective　of　his　daughter　
than　most　of　the　parents　she　was　used　to；　mainly　because　he'd　changed　her　diapers　himself；　and　
stayed　up　with　her　when　she　couldn't　sleep；　and　punished　her　when　she'd　done　wrong；　and　
therefore　felt　a　certain　personal　responsibility　for　how　she　behaved。　

Whoa；　what　a　concept。　

Jenny　seriously　hoped　that　this　was　one　of　the　weird　dreams　she　often　had　when　she　ate　too　many　
Entenmann's　chocolate　donuts。　Not　that　she'd　eaten　any　donuts　recently。　As　far　as　she　could　


remember；　all　she'd　eaten　for　dinner　last　night　were　six　fine　breadsticks　imported　from　Italy　via　
Federal　Express　to　a　particular　suite　at　the　Plaza　Hotel。　

Not　to　mention　the　seventh；　which　she'd　wrapped　in　gold…embroidered　Plaza　Hotel　hand　towel　as　a　
memento。　

〃Thank　you　for　ing　at　such　short　notice；　Mr。　Humphrey〃　Mrs。　M　began。　〃And　I　have　to　admit　
I　agree。　Jennifer　is　an　intelligent；　creative　and　mostly　well…behaved　girl。　However；　she　is　building　
a　reputation；　for　being。。。　a　little　wild；　and　the　parents　of　her　peers　are　beginning　to　ask　questions。〃　

Rufus　gave　his　beard　a　perplexed　tug。　As　a　self…proclaimed　anarchist　he　must　have　felt　supremely　
unfortable　in　Mrs。　M's　patriotically　decorated　office；　having　to　defer　to　an　authority　figure　
about　his　daughter's　supposed　wild　behaviour。　

〃What　do　you　mean　by　a　'reputation　for　being　a　little　wild'？〃　

Mrs。　M　took　off　her　glasses　and　folded　them　carefully　in　front　of　her。　〃Mr。　Humphrey；　are　you　
aware　that　your　daughter　was　not　at　home　last　night？〃　

Rufus　nodded。　〃You　got　a　problem　with　that？〃　

Jenny　giggled　and　then　clamped　her　hand　over　her　mouth。　

〃Well；　where　do　you　imagine　that　she　was？〃　Mrs。　M　persisted；　her　soft；　rag…doll　face　being　
more　and　more　stern　by　the　minute。　

Rufus　snorted；　and　Jenny　could　sense　his　anarchist　blood　beginning　to　boil。　〃I　don't　have　to　
imagine　where　she　was。　She　told　me。　She　spent　the　night　at　her　friend　Elise's　house。　Right　around　
here　somewhere。〃　

〃Elise　Wells；〃　Jenny　elaborated　hoarsely。　〃She's　in　my　class。〃　

〃Yes。　Well。　Elise　wasn't　an　hour　late　to　school　this　morning。　In　fact；　she　arrived　at　school　on　time　
and　alone。　Your　daughter；　however；　only　just　arrived。　And　that　is　because　she　had　to　go　home　and　
change　first。　Because；　in　fact；　she　spent　the　night　at　a　hotel；　in　a　suite；　with　a　rather　well　known　
rock　music　group。〃　

Rufus's　jaw　fell　open；　revealing　his　crooked；　coffee…stained　teeth。　For　once；　he　was　pletely　
speechless。　Jenny　hugged　her　arms　around　her　chest；　keeping　her　eyes　fixed　on　the　royal　blue　rug。　

〃This　isn't　her　first　mishap；　either；〃　Mrs。　M　continued。　〃There　was　that　promising　image　of　her　
and　a　boy　that　was　passed　around　the　internet　a　few　months　back。　Afterwards；　I　sent　you　a　letter　
suggesting　Jennifer　see　a　therapist　a　few　times　a　week　here　at　school；　to　which　you　never　
responded。　And　then　last　month　Jennifer　appeared　in　a　popular　teen　magazine　in　only　an　exercise　


bra；　upsetting　more　than　a　few　of　her　classmates'　parents…　mostly　those　who　also　have　teenage　
sons。〃　

Rufus　swiped　his　hand　over　his　face。　〃Jesus；　Jenny；〃　he　breathed。　Even　Jenny　had　to　agree　that　
Mrs。　M　made　her　sound　like　a　first…class　slut；　but　she　wasn't　even　going　to　try　to　defend　herself。　
Besides　she'd　been　mostly　good　most　of　her　life…　it　was　kind　of　exciting　being　the　bad　girl。　

〃So　are　you　suspending　her；　or　what？〃　her　dad　demanded。　

Yes；　please。　Jenny　thought　with　silent　pleasure。　And　send　me　to　boarding　school。　

Mrs。　M　shook　her　head。　〃Not　yet。　This　is　only　a　warning。　But　if　Jennifer　continues　to　behave　in　
such　a　publicly　flagrant　way；　or　in　a　way　that　upsets　her　schoolmates　and　their　parents；　I　will　have　
to　take　measures　to　ensure　that　the　reputation　of　this　institution　remains　intact。〃　

The　third　bell　rang；　signaling　the　start　of　second　period。　

〃I'm　missing　Latin；〃　Jenny　squeaked。　〃May　I　go？〃　

〃Not　so　fast；　missy；〃　her　father　bellowed；　tightening　his　grip　around　her　shoulders。　Rufus　was　a　
softy　at　heart；　but　he　did　a　mean　disciplinarian　act　when　he　was　pissed　off。　

〃That's　all　right。　You　are　both　dismissed；〃　Mrs。　M　responded。　She　pushed　her　chair　back　and　
folded　her　arms　across　her　chest；　looking　dykier　than　ever。　

Jenny　jumped　to　her　feet　and　hurried　out　of　the　office　before　her　father　could　catch　up　and　have　
the　last　word…　and　before　Mrs。　M　could　send　her　home　for　being　so　pletely　out　of　uniform。　

〃You　look　tired；　Mr。　Humphrey；〃　she　heard　Mrs。　M　say　behind　her。　〃I've　got　a　wonderful　farm　in　
Woodstock。　You　really　should　visit　sometime。〃　

〃Woodstock…　I　love　Woodstock！〃　Rufus　exclaimed。　〃I　camped　out　there　back　in　1974。　I　was　living　
in　a　van　with　a　couple　poet　pals…〃　

Jenny　bolted　upstairs　to　Latin；　oddly　thrilled　at　how　close　she'd　e　to　getting　expelled　from　
Constance。　Who　cared　if　her　picture　was　in　the　gossip　columns　as　an　unidentified；　short；　
curly…haired；　〃publicly　flagrant〃　floozy？　Eventually　she'd　be　recognized　as　the　girl　who　always　
hung　out　with　the　Raves。　People　would　constantly　ask　if　she　was　Damian's　girlfriend；　and　she'd　be　
a　Page　Six　girl；　just　like　she'd　always　wanted！　


N'S　PERSONAL　LITTLE　CLUSTER　*％@#　

〃A　Pyrrhic　victory；〃　Mr。　Knoeder　mumbled　in　his　typical　impossible…to…follow　manner。　〃Archibald。　
Are　you　with　me？〃　

Nate　hadn't　done　his　homework。　He　wasn't　even　sure　what　day　it　was。　He'd　woken　up；　taken　a　
shower；　and　wandered　into　school；　hoping　for　some　guidance。　Now　this　asswipe　of　a　teacher　
wanted　him　to　answer　some　idiotic　question　about　the　Vietnam　War；　which　everyone　knew　had　
been　a　total　clusterfuck。　

〃Pyrrhus　was　a　Greek　king　or　whatever　who　kicked　the　shit　out　of　the　Romans　in　some　battle；　but　
there　were　a　ton　of　causalities；〃　Nate　heard　himself　saying。　No　wonder　I　got　into　Yale　and　Brown；　
he　congratulated　himself。　I'm　a　frigging　genius！　

〃Actually；　it　was　the　Battle　of　Pyrrhus；〃　Mr。　Knoeder　corrected；　sticking　his　pinky　in　his　ear　as　he　
wrote　something　on　the　board。　The　St。　Jude's　boys　all　called　him　Mr。　No　Dick　because　he　wore　his　
pants　so　high　and　so　tight；　he　couldn't　possible　have　a　dick。　〃But　your　answer　was　mostly　
accurate。〃　

Nate　got　out　his　cell　phone　and　started　texting　Jeremy；　who　was　seated　in　the　same　row　as　he　was；　
four　desks　down。　

HEY　THKS　DICKLESS；　he　wrote。　

WNT　2　HANG　L8R？　Jeremy　wrote　back。　

CAN'T。　GROUNDED；　Nate　replied。　

SORRY　TO　HEAR　ABT　B　&　THT　KID；　Jeremy　wrote　back。　

Nate　leaned　over　his　desk　and　shot　his　friend　an　annoyed　look　that　said；　〃Please　explain。〃　

KID　FRM　YALE　PRTY　THT　HKEDUP　W/　B；　Jeremy　clarified。　

So　that　was　who　was　in　Blair's　bed　last　night。　Nate　was　too　bummed　to　even　reply。　He'd　left　Blair　
alone　for　a　little　more　than　a　day；　and　she'd　had　to　go　and　hook　up　with　some　asshole　at　a　stupid　
Yale　party　that　she　probably　wasn't　even　invited　to？　He　ought　to　have　been　furious。　Instead；　he　just　


felt　depressed。　He　was　supposed　to　have　been　at　that　party。　He　could　even　have　brought　Blair　with　
him。　They　could　have　talked　bout　the　future　and　then　had　sex　afterwards。　It　might　have　been　
romantic。　But　as　usual　he'd　messed　everything　up。　

Well；　now　he　knows…　it　may　not　suck　to　be　the　cheater；　but　it　definitely　sucks　to　be　cheated　on。　

Fuck　it；　Nate　decided。　He　held　up　his　hand。　〃Mr。　Knoeder；　may　I　be　excused？　I　think　I　have　food　
poisoning　or　something。〃　

Oh；　e　now。　You　can　do　better　than　that。　

Mr。　Knoeder　didn't　even　notice。　His　back　was　turned　as　he　busily　drew　a　detailed　map　of　Saigon　in　
purple　chalk。　Nate　texted　a　despondent　SEE　YA　to　Jeremy；　gathered　up　his　things；　and　slipped　out　
of　the　classroom；　leaving　the　rest　of　the　St。　Jude's　senior　history　class　to　stare　after　him　and　
wonder　why　they　didn't　have　the　balls　to　do　the　same。　

Nate　stuffed　his　books　in　his　basement　locker　and　slammed　the　door。　Fuck　homework；　and　fuck　
school。　He　was　already　into　college；　and　now　that　he　was　grounded；　he　might　as　well　just　stay　
home；　eating　brownies　and　getting　high。　He'd　cut　the　rest　of　the　day's　classes；　light　up　a　big　fatty；　
fill　out　the　appropriate　forms；　and　send　in　his　deposit　to　Yale。　So　what　that　he　promised　Blair　that　
he　wouldn't　go　to　Yale　unless　she　got　in？　Every　promise　they'd　ever　made　to　each　other　had　been　
broken；　and　the　truth　was；　Yale　had　the　best　lacrosse　team　and　had　promised　to　make　him　captain　
his　sophomore　year。　He　wanted　to　go　there　whether　Blair　got　in　or　not。　

With　grim　determination；　he　headed　home；　trying　to　rid　himself　of　the　image　of　that　skinny；　
snoring；　girlfriend　stealing　asswipe　sleeping　in　Blair's　hotel　bed。　Mailing　in　his　Yale　deposit　wasn't　
exactly　going　to　be　a　victory　without　losses　though。　Blair　was　going　to　spit　fire　when　she　heard　
about　it。　

Unless　she　didn't　care　anymore；　which　was　almost　even　scarier。　

D；　THE　FUTIRE　OF　HIP…HOP　



Riverside　prep　was　housed　in　a　redbrick　church　built　in　the　late　1900's；　the　quaintest　little　
schoolhouse　on　the　Upper　West　Side。　The　school's　main　entrance　was　on　West　End　Avenue…　a　cute　
bright　red　door　over　which　hung　a　sing　that　said　RIVERSIDE　PREPARATORY　SCHOOL　FOR　
BOYS；　which　sounded　embarrassingly　like　some　sort　of　rich　boys'　finishin