gossip girl 12 终结-第28部分

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rena　and　Blair　were　both　laughing；　their　faces　turned　toward　him。

Nate　picked　up　the　frame　and　held　his　index　finger　over　Blair；　so　he　could　only　see　him　and　Serena；　his　arm　draped　over　her　shoulder。　They　both　looked　so　happy。　Then；　he　experimentally　moved　his　thumb　so　it　covered　Serena。　In　the　photo；　Blair’s　face　gazed　adoringly　at　Nate。　Nate　sighed　in　frustration。

“How　is　she？”　he　asked。　He　couldn’t　help　himself。　He’d　tried　to　forget　about　Blair；　and　sometimes；　he　could　almost　convince　himself　he　had。　But　seeing　the　photograph　of　her　grinning　so　easily　at　him　stirred　up　all　the　feelings　he’d　tried　so　hard　to　get　rid　of。

“I　don’t　know。”　Serena　and　Blair　hadn’t　talked　all　year；　and　Serena　didn’t　really　feel　like　talking　about　her　now　either。　Especially　not　with　Nate。　She　pulled　her　dusky　rose　duvet　cover　around　her　and　leaned　back　against　the　carved…oak　headboard。　“She　was　in　LA　visiting　her　family；”　she　offered；　remembering　the　strained　e…mail　she’d　received　from　Blair　after　Thanksgiving。　“She　and　her　boyfriend　were　there　together。”

“She’s　still　with　him？”　Nate　dropped　the　photo。　It　bounced　once　on　the　bed；　then　clattered　to　the　hardwood　floor。　He　wasn’t　sure　why　he　was　so　surprised。　Blair　was　at　Yale；　not　a　nunnery。　For　all　he　knew；　she’d　had　hundreds　of　boyfriends　since　last　year。

“I　think　so。　I　don’t　know；”　Serena　said　softly；　feeling　a　tingling　in　her　fingertips　that　always　preceded　tears。　She　turned　away　from　Nate　so　she　faced　the　window。　Outside；　the　treetops　were　barren。　Icicles　hung　from　the　building’s　eaves；　slowly　melting　in　the　morning　sun。　She　didn’t　want　to　turn　around　until　Nate　spoke。　To　say　that　he　was　in　love　with　her；　to　say　that　Blair　didn’t　mean　anything　to　him；　to　say　he　was　glad　Blair　had　a　boyfriend　because　all　he　wanted　was　Serena。

Serena　breathed　in　and　out　slowly；　trying　to　even　out　her　breath　so　each　inhale　and　exhale　lasted　exactly　three　seconds。　It　was　a　trick　she’d　learned　from　one　of　her　acting　teachers；　a　way　to　remain　in　control　if　you　felt　like　your　emotions　might　overtake　you　in　a　scene。

Too　late。

Angry　tears　pricked　her　navy　blue　eyes。　Was　he　still　in　love　with　Blair？　Would　she　always　be　his　backup？

“Serena？”　Nate　tentatively　touched　her　shoulder；　as　if　she　were　a　stranger。

“You　know；　I　have　a　lot　of　stuff　to　do　today；”　she　announced；　swinging　her　feet　onto　the　hardwood　floor。　She　yanked　a　rose…colored　sheet　off　the　bed　and　primly　wrapped　it　around　her　body　like　a　bathrobe。　No　way　was　Nate　allowed　to　see　her　naked　now。

“Serena；　wait；”　Nate　said　helplessly。　He　wanted　to　hold　her　and　kiss　her　and　make　it　better。　After　all；　he　loved　her；　too。

Serena　whirled　around。　“What？”

“I　just…”　Nate’s　glittering　green　eyes　clouded　and　he　looked　at　his　hands。

“Happy　New　Year；　Nate；”　she　said；　and　closed　the　bathroom　door　behind　her；　not　wanting　to　let　him　see　her　cry。

（Happy）　New　Year；　indeed。

d　earns　his　poetic　license

From：　colmdoyle@columbia。edu

To：　dhumphrey3@columbia。edu

Subject：　Re：　poetry　submission

Danny　Boy！

I　thought　you　were　going　to　submit　shite；　but　this　is　the　real　thing；　boyo。　Sent　it　to　Jaymi　Matteo　at　The　New　Yorker。　She　wants　it。　They’re　going　to　crash　it　into　their　next　issue；　printing　tonight！　What’s　it　called？

CD

　

From：　dhumphrey3@columbia。edu

To：　colmdoyle@columbia。edu

Subject：　Re：　re：　poetry　submission

Dear　Professor　Doyle；

Thank　you；　sir。　I’m　honored。　You　can　call　the　poem　Serena。

Sincerely；

Dan　Humphrey

true　confessions

“Are　you　all　right；　miss？”　a　black…vested　waiter　asked　as　he　rolled　the　room　service　cart　into　Blair’s　Tribeca　Star　suite　Wednesday　morning。　“Your　usual；”　he　added；　lifting　the　silver　cover　from　the　plate。　It　was　the　same　waiter　who’d　brought　her　dinner　last　night。　And　dinner　the　night　before。　Blair　glared　mutinously　at　him。　Didn’t　he　have　a　life？

Doesn’t　she？

“I’m　fine；”　Blair　growled；　causing　the　waiter　to　scurry　out　of　the　room；　leaving　her　alone　with　her　leek　and　goat　cheese　omelet　and　bacon。　Blair　took　the　tray　from　the　side　table　and　brought　it　back　to　the　bed；　balancing　it　on　her　knees。　Her　boyfriend　had　deserted　her。　She　didn’t　have　to　worry　about　calories。

It　had　been　four　days　since　Pete　had　gone　to　stay　with　his　brother　Jason　in　Philadelphia。　Since　then；　Blair　had　barely　left　the　Tribeca　Star。　She’d　been　ordering　room　service；　but　room　service　was　never　fun　when　you　had　no　one　to　share　it　with；　and　she’d　caught　up　on　all　of　her　favorite　gossip　blogs　and　online　shopping　sites　until　she　felt　like　she’d　reached　the　end　of　the　Internet。　She’d　meant　for　this　break　to　be　relaxing；　a　reward　for　surviving　an　academically　challenging　semester。　Instead；　it　was　more　stressful　than　an　early　morning　final　exam。

The　hotel　room　looked　like　it　had　just　been　cleaned　by　the　maid　service；　even　though　she’d　placed　a　DO　NOT　DISTURB　sign　on　the　doorknob　Saturday　morning。　She’d　kept　the　room　clean　just　so　it　would　be　ready　for　Pete　whenever　he　came　back。　It　was　only　now　that　she　realized　he　probably　wasn’t　ing　back。　All　of　her　phone　calls　had　gone　directly　to　voice　mail。　All　of　her　texts　had　been　unanswered。

Last　semester；　she’d　taken　a　psychology　class　in　which　they　learned　about　the　five　stages　of　loss。　Right　now；　Blair　had　just　passed　stage　one—denial—and　was　in　stage　two：　anger。　How　could　Pete　do　this　to　her？　At　least　she’d　been　honest　with　him。

Blair　pushed　her　anemic…looking　omelet　around　on　her　plate；　suddenly　losing　her　appetite。　It　was　cold　and　she　was　tempted　to　call　the　downstairs　restaurant　and　plain；　just　to　have　the　satisfaction　of　hearing　someone　apologize　to　her。

Or　the　chance　to　speak　to　another　human　being？

She　unearthed　her　iPhone　from　the　depths　of　her　white　down　forter；　but　dialed　her　mother　instead。

“Hello；　Blair　darling；”　Eleanor　Waldorf　answered　the　phone　breathily。　“I’m　just　in　the　middle　of　my　private　doga　session。　Mookie　loves　it！　I　may　not　let　Aaron　bring　him　back　to　Boston；”　she　trilled；　naming　Blair’s　stepbrother　and　his　mangy　mutt。

“Hi；　Mom；”　Blair　sighed。　She　was　immediately　reminded　why　she　didn’t　often　call　her　mother。　Eleanor　Waldorf　had　always　been　slightly　batty；　but　living　in　LA　had　pushed　her　over　the　edge。　Now；　in　addition　to　a　maid　and　a　chef　on　the　payroll；　she　also　had　a　reflexologist；　an　astrologist；　and　a　crystal…arts　healer。　And　apparently；　a　dog…yoga　teacher；　too。

It　takes　a　village。

“So；　how　is　New　York？”　Eleanor　asked；　doga　forgotten。

Blair　shrugged；　even　though　her　mom　couldn’t　see　her。　She　flipped　the　channels　on　the　muted　TV；　setting　down　the　remote　when　she　got　to　an　old　black…and…white　film。　“It’s　sort　of　weird　to　not　have　a　home　here　anymore。”

“That　must　be　hard；”　Eleanor’s　voice　softened　a　bit。　“But　you　must　be　having　fun　showing　Pete　around。　Has　he　met　Serena　and　Nate　yet？”

No；　but　he　knows　all　about　them。

“Yeah；”　Blair　said　dismissively。　“But　I　don’t　think　I’ll　be　back　here　for　a　while。”　She　took　a　bite　of　crispy　bacon　and　wiped　her　fingers　on　the　duvet。

“Blair；　don’t　be　ridiculous。　It’s　your　city　no　matter　where　we　live。　Now；　do　me　a　favor；　go　to　Barneys　and　buy　yourself　something　fabulous；”　her　mother　urged。　Mookie　barked　in　the　background。　“Oops。　I　think　Mookie’s　losing　his　focus。　Gotta　jet—love　you；　sweetie！”　Eleanor　trilled　before　hanging　up。

Blair　sighed　and　lay　back　on　the　bed。　If　only　her　life　could　be　sorted　out　by　a　pair　of　Manolos。　But　Eleanor　did　have　a　point。　It　wasn’t　healthy　to　be　by　herself　in　the　room；　watching　endless　ancient　movies　and　episodes　of　year…in…review　shows。　Maybe　a　little　shopping　trip　was　what　she　needed。　Audrey　had　said　that　nothing　bad　could　ever　happen　at　Tiffany；　but　surely　that　rule　applied　to　Barneys；　too。

After　her　shower；　Blair　pulled　on　a　pair　of　new　J　Brand　skinny　jeans　she’d　ordered；　pleased　that　they　felt　a　little　loose　around　her　hips；　and　pulled　on　a　thin　eggplant…colored　Theory　cashmere　sweater。　She　belted　her　Burberry　coat；　pausing　for　a　moment　at　the　door。　What　if　Pete　came　back　and　she　wasn’t　here？　She　shook　her　head；　dismissing　the　notion；　and　let　the　door　close　with　a　definitive　click。

She　rode　the　elevator　downstairs　an