gossip girl 12 终结-第17部分

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way　she　and　Pete　could　be　together　when　she　and　Nate　had　always　been　destined　for　each　other。　Pete　had　been　a　charming　distraction；　but　he　wasn’t　her　leading　man。

Blair　turned　off　the　TV　and　glanced　down　at　her　Rolex。　It　was　almost　eight。　Nate　should　be　back　from　Le　Cirque；　where　he’d　been　forced　to　attend　dinner　with　his　parents　before　they　went　off　to　the　opera。　And　Serena　probably　wouldn’t　be　back　from　rehearsal　for　hours。

She　dialed　Nate’s　number。　“Are　you　home　yet？”　she　demanded。

“Yeah；　my　parents　actually—”

“Great。　I’ll　be　over　in　ten　minutes；”　Blair　said。　She　was　having　a　serious　Nate　craving；　especially　now　that　there　was　nothing　to　keep　them　apart。

She　rummaged　through　Serena’s　closet　and　found　a　long　Dries　van　Noten　black　tunic　that　looked　like　it　had　never　been　worn。　Knowing　Serena；　it　probably　hadn’t。　She　pulled　it　on　over　a　pair　of　gray　Wolford　stockings；　then　eased　her　feet　into　her　slouchy　black　Frye　boots。　She　pulled　on　a　gray　beret；　slung　her　large　Lanvin　hobo　bag　over　her　shoulder；　and　ran　out。

Snow　was　beginning　to　fall；　and　Blair　wished　she’d　worn　a　coat　as　she　walked　the　familiar　path　from　Serena’s　limestone　building　on　Eighty…third　and　Fifth　to　Nate’s　stately　town　house　on　Eighty…second　and　Park。　Blair　gingerly　picked　her　way　up　the　icy　steps　and　pressed　the　button　for　Nate’s　room；　relieved　that　he　had　his　own　private　doorbell。

The　buzzer　rang　to　allow　her　in；　and　Blair　gingerly　pushed　the　door　open；　inhaling　the　entryway’s　familiar　scent　of　floor　polish　and　lilacs。　Everything—the　Van　Gogh　above　the　mantle；　the　austere　chandelier　in　the　main　dining　room；　the　white　marble　kitchen—looked　exactly　like　it　had　since　she’d　first　started　ing　to　Nate’s　house　when　she　was　five。　She　took　the　stairs　two　at　a　time　and　burst　into　Nate’s　bedroom。

“Hey！”　Nate　was　seated　at　his　desk　in　front　of　his　Mac　Air。　He　wore　the　moss　green　sweater　Blair　had　given　him　in　high　school。　Back　then；　she’d　secretly　sewn　a　gold　heart　pendant　into　the　inside—the　same　gold　heart　he’d　given　her　from　Tiffany—so　Nate　would　always　be　wearing　her　heart　on　his　sleeve。　“I　have　a　surprise　for　you；”　Nate　said；　swiveling　in　his　Eames　chair　to　face　her。

“Really？”　Blair　asked　uncertainly；　tugging　her　hat　off　and　shaking　her　hair　out　around　her　shoulders。　She’d　had　enough　surprises　for　the　day。

Nate　grinned。　He　couldn’t　wait　to　tell　Blair　what　he’d　decided。　He　hooked　his　fingers　underneath　the　sweater　and　pulled　it　up。

“That’s　the　surprise？”　Blair　rolled　her　eyes；　even　though　she　got　a　little　excited　at　the　sight　of　Nate’s　taut；　tanned　abs。

“No；　look！”　Nate　yanked　the　sweater　over　his　head　to　reveal　a　white　T…shirt　with　a　navy　blue　Yale　insignia。

Blair　gasped。　He　was　ing　back　to　school　with　her？　This　was　way　better　than　any　ring。　“Oh；　Nate！”　she　exclaimed；　throwing　her　arms　around　his　neck。

Nate　smiled　happily。　He　couldn’t　believe　it　had　taken　him　so　long　to　realize　that　he　and　Blair　were　meant　to　be　together。　Sure；　she　could　be　a　pain　in　the　ass；　but　she　was　his　pain　in　the　ass。　And　after　his　conversation　with　Chuck　the　other　night；　college　suddenly　seemed　like　a　good　option。　He　couldn’t　sail　around　the　world　forever。

“I　don’t　want　to　say　goodbye　to　you　again。　Maybe　I　can　even　get　placed　in　your　dorm。”　He　grinned。　He　still　couldn’t　believe　how　easy　the　decision　had　been。

“I’ll　arrange　everything；”　Blair　said　matter…of…factly。　She　couldn’t　believe　how；　after　her　shitstorm　of　a　year；　her　life　had　finally　settled　down。　Everything　was　perfectly　in　place。　“We’ll　get　an　apartment　together。　Then　we　can　have　a　huge　party　and　I’ll　introduce　you　to　everyone！”

Blair　ran　her　hands　over　the　Yale　insignia　across　his　strong　chest。　“I　love　you；　Nate；”　she　whispered。

Looks　like　someone　got　a　Bulldog　for　Christmas。

les　liaisons　dangereuses：　upper　west　side　edition

Vanessa　slammed　down　the　top　of　her　MacBook　Pro　in　frustration。　It　was　now　totally　dark　outside；　and　she’d　spent　the　past　two　hours　sitting　at　the　laminate　counter　in　the　Humphreys’　kitchen；　Googling　Hollis。　She’d　found　out　he　ran　track　in　high　school；　that　his　mom　was　a　sociology　and　gender　studies　professor　at　UCLA；　his　dad　was　a　pioneer　in　philanthropic　microlending　to　developing　countries；　and　that　he’d　won　several　film　contests　as　an　undergrad。　He’d　also　showed　up　in　a　couple　Tribeca　Film　Festival　party　photos；　above　the　caption　“The　Sexy　Side　of　Celluloid。”

She　couldn’t　stop　thinking　about　him。　She　wondered　what　his　bedroom　looked　like　and　if　he　had　a　girlfriend　and　what　he　was　doing　now。　And；　of　course；　what　he　thought　of　the　kiss。

The　kiss。

It　shouldn’t　have　happened。　Vanessa　knew　that。　She’d　immediately　broken　it　off　and　run　all　the　way　down　the　four　flights　of　stairs　and　hailed　a　cab。　It　wasn’t　until　she　was　halfway　home　that　she’d　realized　she’d　left　her　video　camera　at　his　apartment。　She’d　sent　him　a　quick　e…mail　asking　him　to　drop　it　off　at　the　Cantor　Film　Center；　where　she’d　pick　it　up　next　semester；　but　hadn’t　heard　anything　back。　Which　was　a　good　thing。　Maybe　Hollis　regretted　the　kiss　just　as　much　as　she　did。　After　all；　Dan　would　be　back　in　a　few　days—back　for　good。　They　were　about　to　start　a　new　life　together。　Entertaining　a　crush　on　her　former　TA　was　not　a　promising　start。

The　loud　screech　of　the　buzzer　yanked　Vanessa　out　of　her　reverie。　She　slid　off　the　steel　stool　and　ran　over　to　the　ancient　inter　system。

“Hello？”　she　asked　curiously。　Maybe　it　was　one　of　Rufus’s　Beat　poet　friends。　They　sometimes　stopped　by　without　warning。

“Vanessa？”　a　gravelly　voice　asked。　Hollis。　Fuck。　Why　had　he　e　here？　Was　he　stalking　her？

Asks　the　girl　who’s　spent　the　entire　afternoon　on　a　Googlefest。

“Hey；”　Vanessa　said。　She　tried　to　sound　casual；　but　it　came　out　more　like　a　bark。

“I　have　your　camera。　Buzz　me　up？”　Hollis　yelled　into　the　inter。　Vanessa　looked　around　in　panic。　The　general　level　of　cleanliness　of　the　Humphrey　apartment　always　hovered　somewhere　between　dusty　and　disastrous；　and　it　was　closer　to　the　disastrous　end　of　the　spectrum　today。　With　Rufus　and　Dan　away；　Vanessa　had　gotten　lazy。　There　were　half…empty　mugs　of　tea　everywhere；　her　clothes　created　a　messy　trail　from　the　living　room　to　the　bedroom；　and　she　was　in　her　pj’s；　a　cut…up　black　sweatshirt　and　boy　shorts。

She　quickly　ran　into　the　bathroom　and　bed　her　fingers　through　her　short　black　hair。　Right　now；　the　back　was　misbehaving；　turning　up　in　a　little　ducktail　no　matter　how　many　times　she　smoothed　it　down。　She　frowned　as　she　noticed　a　deodorant　stain　on　the　outside　edge　of　her　sweatshirt。　She　hurriedly　threw　the　sweatshirt　on　the　floor　and　ran　into　her　bedroom。　She　rifled　through　the　dresser　drawer　and　picked　out　a　gray　long…sleeve　thermal　T…shirt　and　an　old　Marc　by　Marc　Jacobs　jean　skirt　she’d　co…opted　from　Blair　Waldorf　during　the　few　weeks　they’d　been　roommates　the　year　before。　She　just　finished　buttoning　the　skirt　when　she　heard　a　knock　on　the　door。

She　swung　open　the　door　and　stood　in　the　entrance。　Hollis　wore　a　messenger　cap　and　square　Prada　glasses。　His　gray　eyes　looked　slightly　tired；　like　he　hadn’t　gotten　a　good　night’s　sleep　in　a　few　days。

Vanessa　grinned　firmly；　but　kept　her　body　wedged　in　the　doorframe。　It　probably　wasn’t　a　good　idea　to　let　him　inside。

“Ever　heard　of　e…mail？”　she　challenged；　crossing　her　arms　over　her　chest。　In　her　haste　to　get　ready；　she　hadn’t　put　on　a　bra；　and　hoped　it　wasn’t　obvious。

Hollis　grinned。　Vanessa　tore　her　eyes　away　from　his　broad；　easy　smile。　“Hey　yourself；　Cinderella。”

“Sorry　about　that；”　Vanessa　apologized。　It　must　have　seemed　pretty　weird　when　she’d　run　away　at　the　stroke　of　midnight。

Hollis　gently　brushed　past　her　and　into　the　apartment；　surveying　the　surroundings。　A　large　abstract　charcoal　portrait　Jenny　had　done　of　Dan　and　Rufus　hung　above　the　lumpy；　mustard…yellow　couch。　“So；　this　is　your　place。”　The　way　Hollis　said　it；　she　couldn’t　tell　if　he　was　making　fun　of　her。

“Sort　of；”　Vanessa　said　defensively。　“I　mean；　I　live　with　my　friend’s　family。”

Doesn’t　she　mean　boyfriend’s　family？

“For　some　reason　I　always　thought　you　were　a　Williamsburg　girl。”　Hollis　shrugged　off　his　coat　and　hung