gossip girl 7 英文-第26部分

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She　pressed　her　lips　against　his；　trying　to　relax　and　get　into　it；　but　it　was　hard；　especially　in　front　
of　an　audience。　Stan　5's　lips　were　salty；　unfamiliar；　and　weirdly　wet。　She　was　about　to　break　away　
just　to　catch　her　breath；　when　she　remembered　the　time　she　and　Nate　were　in　a　kissing　contest　at　a　
party　at　Serena's　house　at　the　end　of　seventh　grade；　They　went　into　Serena's　walk…in　closet　and　
Serena　stood　outside　and　timed　then　while　they　made　out。　They　lasted　forty…seven　minutes；　but　the　
truth　was；　they　weren't　really　kissing　the　whole　time。　They　were　whispering　ever　so　softly　with　
their　lips　pressed　together　so　it　was　almost　like　they　were　kissing　when　they　were　talking；　and　vice　
versa。　Which　was　actually　way　more　romantic。　

〃Time's　up；〃　Aaron　called。　

Blair　broke　away　from　Stan　5。　thinking　about　Nate　while　she　was　kissing　him　had　made　his　lips　
taste　much　better。　〃I　could've　lasted　longer；〃　she　declared；　sliding　off　his　lap。　She　sat　down　in　her　
chair　and　polished　off　her　drink。　〃You're　next；〃　she　told　Stan　5。　〃Truth　or　dare。〃　

〃Truth。〃　

Blair　tried　to　think　of　something　juicy　to　ask　him；　but　she　only　knew　him　in　the　context　of　Yale；。　
〃If　your　grandfather　wasn't　on　the　board　at　Yale；　would　you　have　gone　to　another　school？〃　

Stan　5　cleared　his　throat　and　loosened　his　preppy　pink…and…green…striped　tie。　His　neck　was　red。　
〃The　truth？〃　he　asked。　He　glanced　at　Blair　and　swiped　his　hand　over　his　face。　〃I'm　not　going　to　
Yale；〃　he　said　quietly。　〃I　didn't　get　in。〃　

Nobody　said　anything。　Blair　felt　bile　rise　in　her　throat。　She　scooted　her　chair　back　and　lunged　
across　the　room　toward　the　bathroom。　

Serena　smiled　her　mother's　cool；　fuck…off…and…die　smile　ay　Stanford　Paris　V。　〃I　dare　you　to　leave　
right　now；〃　she　told　him　pleasantly。　

Stan　5　shrugged　his　shoulders　as　if　he　didn't　see　what　the　big　deal　was。　〃Is　she　going　to　be　okay？〃　

As　if　he　really　cared。　

〃She'll　be　fine；〃　Serena　assured　him。　

〃There's　a　car　service　place　around　the　corner；〃　Vanessa　informed　him；　too　giddy　to　get　what　was　
going　on。　


Stan　5　stood　up　and　straightened　his　tie。　Serena　walked　him　to　the　door。　〃Thanks　for　the　pizza；〃　he　
said　lamely　before　leaving。　

Vanessa　and　Aaron's　fingers　touched　beneath　the　table。　〃Truth　or　dare？〃　she　whispered。　

〃Truth；〃　Aaron　responded。　

〃Do　you　think　I　should　grow　my　hair？〃　

Aaron　leaned　over　and　kissed　her　quickly　on　the　lips。　〃No　fucking　way。〃　

Serena　went　to　check　on　Blair；　expecting　to　find　her　kneeled　in　front　of　the　toilet；　where　she　found　
her　countless　times　before。　Instead　Blair　was　sprawled　naked　in　the　bathtub；　covered　in　green　
Vitabath　bubble；　a　wet　washcloth　folded　over　her　eyes；　looking　like　an　overworked　drama　queen。　

〃I　don't　know　what　I　was　thinking；〃　she　moaned；　turning　her　head　toward　Serena。　She　was　just　so　
mad　at　Nate；　and　she　wanted　to　go　to　Yale　so　badly；　and　Stan　5　had　made　it　seem　like　she　didn't　
have　anything　to　worry　about。。。　

Serena　kicked　off　her　shoes　and　rolled　up　her　jeans。　Then　she　sat　on　the　edge　of　the　tub　and　
dunked　her　feet　into　the　water。　〃I　don't　know　either。〃　She　wiggled　her　pink…polished　toes　
underneath　the　bubbles；　daring　herself　to　tell　Blair　about　going　to　Yale　next　year。　

Blair　reached　out　blindly　and　plopped　a　big　pouf　of　bubbles　on　Serena's　cheek。　〃I　dare　you　to　get　
in　with　me。〃　

Serena　giggled　and　began　to　unbutton　her　jeans。　They　could　talk　about　Yale　some　other　time。　

Back　in　the　living　room；　things　were　getting　just　as　steamy。　

〃Is　this　what　you're　supposed　to　do　when　you're　about　to　graduate　from　high　school？〃　Vanessa　
asked；　helping　Aaron　remove　his　flimsy　orange　shirt。　She　kissed　her　way　up　his　neck　to　those　thin　
red　lips　she'd　loved　the　moment　she'd　seen　them。　

〃You　mean　make　friends　with　the　bitchiest；　most　high…maintenance　girl　in　your　class　and　then　
hook　up　with　her　stepbrother？〃　he　responded　honestly；　then　laughed。　〃I'm　not　sure。〃　He　traced　his　
finger　over　the　stubbly　top　of　Vanessa's　shaved　head。　〃I　guess　at　this　point　we're　all　trying　new　
things。〃　

Guess　so！　


Gossipgirl　

HEY　PEOPLE！　

A　STAR　IS　BORN　AND　SHE　COULDN'T　CARE　LESS　

Remember　a　few　months　back　when　a　certain　shaven…headed；　Brooklyn　dwelling；　filmmaking　
genius　won　her　school　film　contest？　The　prize　was　a　trip　to　Cannes　Film　Festival　to　pete　for　
the　Most　Promising　New　Filmmaker　award。　Any　normal　girl　would　have　been　shopping　for　the　
right　dress；　the　right　shoes；　the　right　hairstyle；　the　right　escort；　as　soon　as　she'd　found　out　that　she'd　
won。　She　would　have　been　counting　the　days。　Winning　the　award　would　be　like　being　queen　for　a　
day。　Not　that　our　filmmaking　genius　friend　even　cares。　She　skipped　the　whole　thing；　and　festival　
MC　and　independent　filmmaker　Ken　Mogul　had　to　accept　the　award　on　her　behalf；　calling　her　〃the　
most　original　voice　in　filmmaking；　since　Charlie　Chapman。〃　Not　necessarily　a　pliment；　since　
Charlie　Chapman　made　silent　films。　Still；　it's　not　every　day　that　thousands　of　fabulously　dresses　
celebrities　rise　to　their　feet　to　applaud　you。　Most　of　us　would　have　wanted　to　be　there。　One　thing's　
for　sure；　she'd　not　in　it　for　the　clothes　or　the　fame…　something　I　find　impossible　to　understand！　

NOW　ABOUT　HER　FILM。。。　

Remember　a　few　months　back　when　a　certain　shaven…headed　filmmaker　was　camped　out　in　the　
park；　interviewing　any　senior　kid　who　was　willing　to　talk　about　schools　they'd　gotten　into　or　not　
gotten　into　and　how　their　lives　sucked　or　didn't　suck？　Well　guess　what　film　won　the　New　
Filmmaker　award　in　Cannes？　Do　we　dare　show　our　faces　in　France　ever　again？　

Your　e…mail：　

Q：　Dear　GG；　
I　was　wait…listed　at　Yale　and　I　just　got　a　letter　from　them　this　morning。　A　rejection　letter。　I　heard　no　
one's　getting　of　the　wait　list　cuz　everyone　who　applied　is　going。　2　bad　4　me。　
…dumdum　
A：　Dear　dumdum；　
You　are　so　not　a　dumdum　for　not　getting　in。　Your　guidance　councilor　wouldn't　let　you　apply　if　she　
didn't　think　you　had　a　chance。　I　know　lots　of　crazily　smart　people　who　didn't　get　in；　and　some　
dumdums　who　did。　Anyway；　does　this　mean　everyone　who's　on　the　wait　list　will　be　hearing　back　
this　week？　Guess　we'll　find　out　soon　enough。。。　
…GG　
Q：　Dear　GG　

Please　tell　me　how　to　win　back　the　heart　of　the　boy　I　love。　He　is　depressed　because　his　father　
won't　let　him　go　out　of　the　house　because　he　is　being　punished　for　a　crime。　But　I　love　him　and　I　
must　see　him　or　I　will　die。　
…tristesse　

A：　Dear　tristesse；　
I　take　it　English　is　not　your　first　language。　Let　me　put　it　into　simple　terms：　maybe　the　boy　in　
question　isn't　as　into　you　as　you　are　into　him；　n'est　ce　pas？　
…GG　
Sightings：　

B　and　S　at　the　Five　and　Dime　in　Williamsburg　on　movie　night；　drinking　cosmos　and　lip…synching　
along　with　Audrey　Hepburn　in　Charade。　V　and　A　at　the　Mousy　Brown　salon　in　Williamsburg。　Tell　
me　he's　not　getting　his　head　shaved　to　match　hers！　K　and　I　making　laminated　NO　BOYS　
ALLOWED　signs　at　an　Upper　East　Side　Kinko's。　Silly　girls　don't　they　know　that's　just　asking　for　
trouble？　A　dark…haired　French　girl　in　a　fringed　Prada　poncho　and　a　Fendi　moccasins　scaling　the　
walls　of　N's　East…Side　town　house。　He　certainly　has　a　penchant　for　crazy　women。　J　and　the　rest　of　
the　Raves；　on　the　lead　singer's　roof；　singing　her　heart　out　in　the　middle　of　the　night…　Sunday　night；　
that　is。　Guess　who　spent　the　whole　weekend　partying　at　a　certain　rock　star's　house？　Now　there's　a　
girl　who'd　in　it　for　the　fame。　Is　she　trying　to　get　her　face　in　the　papers；　or　does　it　just　e　
naturally　to　her？　

Now　we　have　something　to　talk　about　in　school　on　Monday…　as　if　we're　ever　lacking　things　to　talk　
about！　

P。S　Thursday　night　is　the　long…awaited　Archibald　Benefit　Cruise　to　the　Hamptons。　Don't　forget　to　
bring　your　monogrammed　Louis　Vuitton　life　jacket！　
You　know　you　love　me；　
Gossip　Girl　

A　MIND　IS　A　TERRIBLE　THING　



Tuesday　morning；　as　Jenny　was　lining　her　eyelids　with　Chanel's　black　liquid　liner　for　a　smokey；　
up…all…night…effect　that　went　perfectly　with　her　new　enormous　pink　Gucci　sunglasses　that　would　
be　the　envy　of　Constance　Billard's　entire　ninth　grade；　her　dad　knocked　on　her　door　and　announced；　
〃You're　not　going　to　school　today；　babe。〃　

Jenny　put　down　her　eyeliner　and　opened　the　door。　〃What　do　you　mean？　Why　not？〃　

Rufus　was　wearing　a　child…sized　Mets　baseball　that　he'd　bought　for　Dan　when　he　was　eight。　It　sat　
like　a　beanie　atop　a　nest　of　wild　and　wooly　gray　hair。　He　was　also　wearing　blue…and…white…striped　
elastic…waist　cotton　pants　that　looked　exactly　like　pajama　bottoms。　

〃Mrs。　M　and　I　had　a　little　talk　last　night；〃　Rufus　told　her。　

Uh…oh。　

Jenny　tugged　on　her　super…short　seersucker　school　uniform。　〃How　e？〃　she　asked　innocently；　
even　though　she　knew　perfectly　well　how　e。　

Rufus　ignored　her　Miss　I…Didn't…Do…Anything　act。　〃She　basically　laid　it　on　the　line。　Either　you　
repeat　ninth　grade；　or　next　year　you're　going　to　school　elsewhere。〃　

Jenny　resisted　hurling　herself　at　her　father　and　smothering　him　in　a　bear　hug。　She　was　going　to　
boarding　school！　It　was　really　happening！　

Not　so　fast；　missy。　

〃I'm　not　going　here；〃　Jenny　insisted　before　the　cab　even　stopped。　

〃That's　what　you　think；〃　her　father　grumbled。　He　paid　the　cabbie　and　opened　the　door。　〃e；　
Your　Tartiness。　Let's　take　a　look。〃　

They'd　pulled　up　in　front　of　the　Sloan　Centre　for　Bright　Minds；　a　hippie　experimental　school　on　a　
flat；　wide　strip　of　boring…looking　three…story　buildings　in　Flushing；　Queens。　It　was　miles　away　
from　Manhattan　and　nothing　like　the　ivy…trimmed　brick　buildings　of　the　boarding　school　of　her　
dreams。　On　the　way　over　Rufus　had　shoved　a　Sloan　Centre　brochure　at　her；　and　she'd　thumbed　
through　it。　There　was　no　real　dress　code；　the　lunchroom　was　organic　and　vegetarian；　the　students　
all　had　greasy　hair　and　acne；　and　none　of　the　teachers　wore　Chanel　suits。　In　other　words；　jenny　
hated　it　already。　

A　giant　birchbark　peace　sign　greeted　them　as　they　passed　through　the　biodynamically　grown　
natural　oak　school　doors。　The　peace　sign　was　hanging　from　the　ceiling　of　the　entryway；　spinning　


round　and　round　in　the　breeze　created　by　the　student…built　watermill　standing　at　the　base　of　the　
stairs。　Pure　spring　water　cascaded　down　a　bamboo　gutter　at　the　centre　of　the　stairs；　feeding　the　
mill。　

〃Our　upper…schoolers　built　the　water　mill　last　winter；〃　explained　Calliope　Trask；　the　school's　
director；　at　the　start　of　their　tour。　〃Every　January　we　have　what's　called　Winter　Work。　There　are　no　
academics；　and　the　students　focus　on　building　something　functional　with　their　hands。　The　year　
before　we　had　a　chicken　coop　with　twenty　laying　hens；　right　here　in　out　gym。　We　had　so　many　
eggs　we　had　an　egg　scale　and　raised　money　to　buy　new　hemp　mats　for　our　pre…schoolers　to　nap　
on！　

Woo…hoo！　

Calliope　Trask's　hair　hung　in　a　gray　braid　down　to　her　bottom　and　she　was　wearing　a　
mustard…yellow…linen　Eileen　Fisher　tank　dress　that　did　wonders　for　her　frizzy　black　underarm　hair。　
Her　legs　were　unshaven　too；　and　coarse　black　leg　hairs　stuck　out　between　the　straps　of　her　
tied…at…the…ankle　beige　canvas　Earth　shoes。　

〃Those　are　wonderful　sunglasses。〃　She　pointed　at　the　gigantic　pair　of　pink　Gucci　shades　masking　
Jenny's　smoldering　brown　eye