gossip girl 7 英文-第24部分

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the　mouth　piece。　〃Do　they　even　have　Nobu　in　Brooklyn？〃　
Vanessa　waved　a　pizza　menu　in　her　face；　and　Blair　saw　that　there　was　something　called　the　
Cheeseless　Paradise　Pie　under　vegetarian　selections。　〃Don't　worry；〃　she　told　her　stepbrother。　〃I　got　
you　covered。〃　


〃So　what's　Vanessa　like　exactly？〃　Aaron　asked　curiously。　
Blair　grinned　devilishly。　〃That's　for　me　to　know　and　you　to　find　out。〃　



EVEN　FRENCH　GIRLS　GET　DISSED　

〃Allo？〃　Lexie's　distinct　French…　accented　English　rang　out　over　Nate's　inter。　〃Mayee　I　pleeze　
e　up？〃　

Locked　in　his　room　all　week　with　a　bong；　playing　Grand　Theft　Auto　San　Andreas　on　his　Xbox；　
Nate　hadn't　received　any　visitors　except　Jeremy；　Anthony；　and　Charlie；　who　stopped　by　every　now　
and　then　to　replenish　his　stash　and　fill　him　in　on　what　was　going　on　at　school。　His　wing　of　the　
house　smelled　like　half…eaten　burritos；　spilled　bong　water；　and　pizza　flavored　Pepperridge　Farm　
goldfish…　not　that　there　was　anyone　around　to　smell　it。　After　grounding　him；　his　parents　had　taken　
the　Charlotte　up　the　Hudson　to　visit　friends　in　Kingston　and　to　ensure　that　Nate　didn't　steal　the　
boat　again　before　their　benefit　cruise。　If　only　he　hadn't　messed　things　up　with　Blair；　they'd　have　
had　the　whole　house　to　themselves　and　could　have　had　sex　on　top　the　grand　piano　in　the　living　
room　if　they'd　wanted。　

Oh；　well。　

〃I'm　sick；〃　he　lied　into　the　inter。　〃It's　really　contagious。　I've　missed　a　whole　week　of　school。〃　

〃It's　okay；　I'm　sick　too！〃　Lexie　responded　brightly。　She　coughed　to　demonstrate　just　how　sick　she　
really　was。　〃We　can　share　our　germs！〃　

What　fun！　

Nate　had　just　heisted　a　Hummer；　but　when　Lexie　buzzed　he'd　gotten　distracted　and　the　cops　had　
gone　right　up　his　ass。　He　kicked　the　Xbox　controls　across　the　room　and　licked　his　bong…chapped　
lips。　His　mouth　felt　like　it　was　coated　with　pot…flavored　road　tar；　and　he　hadn't　changed　his　shirt　in　
how　many　days。　

〃I　smell；〃　he　confided　into　the　speaker。　〃Seriously；　It's　bad。〃　

〃We'll　'av　a　bath；〃　Lexie　told　him　gaily。　〃Buzz　me　in。　I'll　give　you　a　mah…ssage；　bay…bee；〃　she　
added；　sounding　even　more　French　than　she'd　sounded　only　a　moment　ago。　

Nate　could　tell　she　wasn't　going　to　give　up；　and　it　wasn't　like　Blair　wasn't　cheating　on　him　right　
then　too。　Besides；　Lexie　was　hot　and　obviously　desperate　for　it；　and　he　was　seriously　bored。　

〃Okay；〃　he　replied　slowly；　about　to　press　the　buzzer　to　let　her　in。　

〃Oh；　I　love　you！〃　Lexie　cried　into　the　inter。　

Nate　blinked　slowly。　Did　she　say　love？　He　let　his　hand　drop。　Girls…　all　they　ever　seemed　to　do　was　


fall　in　love　with　him　and　get　him　into　trouble。　Blair；　Serena；　Jennifer；　Georgie；　and　now　this　horny；　
fake…accented；　hippie　French　chick；　Lexie。　

Wait；　is　this　like；　another　ephiphany？　
The　thing　was；　he　was　about　to　graduate　and　go　off　to　Yale。　He　wanted　to　hang　out　with　the　girls　
he'd　grown　up　with　and　always　known　and　loved。　Not　some　new　chick。　


Especially　not　one　who　didn't　even　speak　the　same　language。　
〃Look；　I'm　grounded；〃　he　said　firmly。　〃Go　home。〃　
〃Mais　non！〃　Lexie　wailed；　starting　to　cry。　
Mais　oui。　


WILL　S　OWN　UP　OR　CHICKEN　OUT？　

The　door　to　Vanessa　and　Blair's　apartment　stood　open。　Serena　stepped　inside；　her　freshly　glossed　
mouth　agape　at　how　changed　it　was　since　Vanessa's　birthday　party。　Only　a　few　weeks　ago　there　
had　been　black　sheets　hanging　in　the　windows　and　plaster　crumbling　onto　the　barely　furnished　
floors。　Now　it　was　freshly　painted　and　filled　with　cool　modern　furniture。　Lemongrass…scented　
candles　burned　on　the　coffee　table；　and　cool　black…and…white　toile　curtains　billowed　from　the　open　
windows　in　the　living　room。　

〃Whoa；〃　she　gasped。　

〃I　know；〃　Vanessa　called　over　from　the　open　kitchen　where　she　was　busy　filing　little　ceramic　
bowls　with　Greek　olives；　baby　carrots；　and　tamari…roasted　almonds　so　their　guests　would　have　
something　to　munch　on　before　the　pizza　arrived。　〃Can　you　believe　it？〃　she　trust　her　pale　leg　into　
the　air　and　waggled　her　foot　so　Serena　could　see　that　she'd　borrowed　Blair's　wedge…soled　black　
patent　leather　Sigerson　Morrison　Mary　Janes。　〃Like　my　shoes？〃　


Blair　padded　barefoot　out　of　the　bedroom　with　an　empty　tumbler　of　ice　in　her　hand；　looking　very　
Williamsburg　in　a　tight　black　T…shirt；　a　short　black　Seven　jeans　skirt；　and　mod　silvery　pink　lipstick。　
She　kissed　Serena's　cheek。　〃Isn't　it　great？〃　she　asked。　Looking　genuinely　thrilled。　

While　her　cab　idled　in　traffic　on　the　Williamsburg　bridge　on　the　ride　over；　Serena　had　geared　
herself　up　to　tell　Blair　that　she'd　decided　to　go　to　Yale　next　year。　But　now　that　they　were　
face…to…face；　she　could　feel　herself　chickening　out。　

She　dipped　her　hand　into　Blair's　glass　and　stole　a　vodka　tonic…soaked　ice　cube。　〃I　hope　you　took　
before　and　after　pictures。〃　

Don't　worry。〃　Vanessa　stomped　out　of　the　kitchen　in　Blair's　shoes　and　handed　Serena　a　vodka　tonic　
of　her　own。　〃I　even　got　the　painters'　butt　cracks。〃　

Of　course　she　did。　

The　three　girls　sat　down　on　Ruby's　old　futon　sofa；　which　had　been　refurbished　with　a　new　birch　
frame　and　a　new　gray　faux…suede　cover。　

〃So　what　happened　with　Damian？〃　Blair　wanted　to　know。　〃I　thought　we　were　going　to　be　reading　
about　you　guys　in　the　paper　tomorrow。〃　

Serena　rolled　the　leg　of　her　jeans　up　to　her　bony　knees。　〃Well；　he's　good…looking　and　everything；　
but。。。〃　she　hesitated　and　rolled　her　pant　leg　back　down　again。　Then　she　took　a　sip　of　her　drink　and　
quickly　changed　the　subject。　〃Who　else　is　ing　over　tonight　anyway？〃　

Blair　bit　her　lip。　It　hadn't　really　occurred　to　her　that　Serena　might　be　the　odd　one　out。　〃You're　not　
going　to　like　this；　but　I　kind　of　invited　that　Stanford　Parris　kid　from　the　Yale　party？　And　Aaron…　
you　know；　my　stepbrother？　I　think　he　and　Vanessa　are；　like；　made　for　each　other。〃　

Vanessa　took　a　huge　gulp　of　her　rum　and　Coke。　〃We'll　see；〃　she　belched　loudly。　

Serena's　huge　dark　blue　eyes　shone　as　she　digested　this　information。　She'd　actually　been　in　love　
with　Aaron　for　a　week　or　two　that　winter；　but　enough　time　had　passed　now　that　she　could　handle　
hanging　out　with　him　on　a　just…friends　basis。　And　Blair　was　right…　Vanessa　and　Aaron　were　perfect　
for　each　other。　〃Cool；〃　she　told　her　friend　graciously；　even　though　she　thought　that　Stan　5　guy　was　
a　conceited　jerk。　

The　downstairs　buzzer　rang　and　Blair　and　Vanessa　shot　out　of　their　seats　and　bolted　to　the　window　
overlooking　the　street。　Aaron　Rose　and　Stanford　Parris　V　were　standing　on　the　sidewalk；　each　
looking　dubiously　up　at　the　second　floor　apartment。　

〃Oh　my　God；　they're　here！〃　the　oddly　paired　roommates　squealed　in　unison。　


All　of　a　sudden　Serena　felt　like　a　chaperone　at　a　junior　high　sleepover　party。　She　rolled　her　eyes。　
〃Do　you　girls　want　me　to　get　the　door　so　you　can　fix　your　hair　or　something？〃　she　offered　
jokingly。　

〃Yes；　please！〃　Blair　cried。　She　grabbed　Vanessa's　arm　and　dragged　her　toward　the　bathroom。　

Serena　chewed　on　a　piece　of　ice　and　pressed　play　on　Vanessa's　CD　player　as　she　waited　for　the　
boys　to　mount　the　stairs。　The　Raves　song　〃Ice　Cream〃　came　on　and　she　quickly　selected　the　next　
disc　one　of　Ruby's　weird　German　disco　albums。　

Someone　knocked　on　the　door　and　she　hurried　over　to　answer　it。　Now　if　they　could　just　avoid　the　
topic　of　college　for　the　rest　of　the　evening。。。　

Not　likely。　

WAY　TO　ALIENATE　YOUR　SISTER　AND　LOSE　YOUR　JOB　

Dan　would　have　perfectly　happy　eating　sushi　with　Monique　and　taking　in　an　old　French　film　down　
at　the　artsy　movie　theater　on　Twelfth　Street。　But　Monique　had　insisted　that　they　could　slip　into　
Damian's　party　unnoticed；　steal　a　bottle　of　champagne　and　a　few　cigars；　and　then　creep　out　onto　
one　of　the　fire　escapes　and　have　a　party　of　their　own。　

Bedford　Street　was　exactly　the　kind　of　uber…cool；　exclusive；　West　Village　neighborhood　Dan　
envisioned　himself　living　in　when　he　became　an　absurdly　famous　rock　star；　and　it　felt　extremely　
cool　to　swagger　down　the　street　with　gorgeous　Monique　on　his　arm。　She　was　wearing　an　
ankle…length；　pletely　see…through；　white　silk　sundress　and　white　sandals；　and　he　was　wearing　
his　favorite　pair　of　worn…in　rust…colored　corduroys　and　a　soft　black　T…shirt。　He　thought　they　looked　
pretty　good　together。　

Guess　no　one　told　him　about　the　white　thing　either。　

The　door　to　Damian's　town　house　was　standing　open　and　the　scent　of　shrimp　pad　Thai　wafted　out　
of　it。　Before　they　wanted　reached　the　top　of　the　white　marble　steps；　Dan　distinctly　heard　the　voice　


of　his　sister；　Jenny。　And　she　wasn't　talking…　she　was　singing。　

Happy　birthday　to　me；　happy　birthday　to　me！　

Dan　let　go　of　Monique's　hand　and　blinked　in　the　bright　whiteness。　His　fingers　trembled　and　his　
palms　began　to　sweat。　Damian's　entire　place　was　white；　white；　white。　Even　all　the　other　guests　at　
the　party　were　wearing　white。　Sure；　it　was　cool。　He　just　wished　someone　had　told　him。　

Jenny's　voice　continued　to　blare　out　over　the　stereo。　

Happy　birthday　to　me；　happy　birthday　to　me！　

〃Hey；〃　Dan　called　unevenly。　He　walked　over　to　where　Jenny　sat　on　the　white　sectional　sofa；　her　
butt　in　Lloyd's　lap　and　her　calves　resting　on　Damian's　knees。　〃What's　going　on？　Dad　told　me　you　
were　spending　the　weekend　up　at　Elise's　country　house。〃　

Jenny　giggles；　obviously　enthralled　with　her　own　craftiness。　〃Elise　is　in　the　country。〃　She　giggled　
and　leaned　back　against　Lloyd's　chest。　〃But　I'm　here。　Dad's　so　totally　gullible。〃　

Dan　didn't　like　the　idea　of　Jenny　lying　to　their　dad。　Sure；　he'd　told　his　share　of　harmless　untruths；　
but　little　sisters　were　supposed　to　be　pure　and　innocent　and　true；　not　lying　schemers　who　sat　on　
older　guys'　laps；　flirting　their　heads　off　while　dressed　in　flimsy；　see…through　white　undershirts　and　
a　pair　of　guy's　boxer　shorts。　He　would　have　written　a　poem　about　how　she　kind　of　reminded　him　
of　Ophelia；　except　he　was　too　friggen'　pissed　off。　

〃With　doz　breasts；　you　must　get　away　with　murder！〃　Monique　pointed　at　Jenny's　barely　clad　
boobs。　

Dan's　hands　were　shaking　uncontrollably　now。　He　reached　for　the　pack　of　Camels　in　his　back　
pocket　and　trust　one　ion　his　mouth。　〃I　don't　even　know　what　you're　doing　here；〃　he　growled　at　his　
sister　with　the　unlit　cigarette　between　his　teeth。　〃This　is　my　band；〃　he　added；　sounding　pletely　
immature。　

Damian　raised　his　nicely　arched　strawberry　blond　eyebrows。　〃Actually；　Jenny　is　singing　for　us　
now。〃　

Dan　waited　for　Damian　to　bust　into　a　fit　of　giggles　and　tell　him　he　was　joking；　but　Damian　kept　a　
straight　face。　

〃Dad's　always　saying　I　need　a　job　to　support　my　shopping　habit；〃　Jenny　gushed；　her　face　shinny　
with　excitement　and　full　of　adorable　dimples。　

〃And　we　decided　we　need　a　softer　sound；〃　Lloyd　added；　stroking　Jenny's　curly　hair。　〃Of　course；　
we'll　still　use　your　songs。　Just　with　Jennifer's　voice。　


Excusez…moi？　
Dan　lit　his　cigarette　with　his　neon　green　plastic　Bic　and　tossed　the　lighter　on　the　white　sofa　out　of　


sheer　rebellion。　The　way　Damian　was　holding　Jenny's　bare　feet　while　not　wearing　a　shirt　over　his　
well…developed；　manly　chest　was　totally　infuriating。　
Damian　eyed　Monique　warily。　〃I　thought　you　went　back　to　St。　Barts；　sweetie。〃　
Monique　grinned。　〃Vell；　I　have　been　trying　to　get　Dan　to　o　there