gossip girl 12 终结-第37部分
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“Vodka soda?” the server said; plunking a tumbler on top of a pink star…shaped coaster。 “And what would your friend like?”
“Nothing。” Blair impatiently waved the server away with her hand。 “You came to tell me something?” Blair asked pointedly; as if she were conducting a job interview with someone who had absolutely no shot in hell of getting the position。
“Look; I know you’re mad at me。 I’m sorry。 I hate how we fight。 It’s so pointless。 And I wanted you to know—I’m ing to Yale next fall;” Serena blurted。 “We’ll be at the same school again—without Mrs。 McLean watching us!” she joked; hoping Blair would laugh; remembering their Talbots pantsuit–loving former headmistress。 Blair just raised her eyebrow and sighed。
The sound track at the bar suddenly changed to a cheesy pop song; reminding Serena of how much fun the two of them used to have; back when they would dance around her bedroom until they collapsed in a tired heap on top of each other。 Back before Nate came between them。 Serena managed a watery smile。 “Can’t we be friends?” she asked finally。
Blair stared into Serena’s large blue eyes; which looked so innocent and pleading。 They’d had so many fights; followed by so many teary makeup sessions。 For a moment; Blair wanted to throw her arms around Serena and tell her everything would be okay; that they would always be friends。 But that wasn’t exactly true。 Everything wasn’t okay。 Serena had stolen Nate; had cost her Pete; and now wanted to e to Yale—and who knew what she would do once she got there?
Blair stood up。 Maybe forgiveness had worked in the past; but she had to move forward。 And her future had no place for Serena。 Serena had taken Nate from her and now that she’d already lost him; she wanted to take Yale。 She could have it。 Blair wasn’t going to be around to watch。
“Actually; I’m going abroad next year; so we won’t really see each other。” She slung her Chloé hobo bag over her shoulder。 “’Bye!” she called; not bothering to look back。
Au revoir…
III
hey people!
a note to all you study abroaders
We know who you are。 We can hear and smell you from a mile away。 You’re the guys and girls who pronounce everything with a slightly clipped British accent; like Madonna; or roll your r’s even when you’re speaking English。 You’re the ones talking about how the siesta really suits you; or how a glass of wine with lunch really calms the nerves。 You’re the ones who won’t shut up about how much better your adopted country is—even though you’ve spent most of your first semester getting drunk with fellow study abroaders and you can only say one sentence in the language of your host country: “Where’s the bathroom?” or “toilet;” as they say in the U。K。
Don’t get me wrong—I understand the appeal of your international environs。 Take a look at B。 Even though a bevy of well…bred British boys have been following her through the medieval streets of Oxford; she’s been spotted drinking pints and sharing snogs with a fellow American… a very familiar one。 Is it just me; or are American boys that much sexier when they go abroad?
on the home front
I haven’t forgotten about all of you who stayed stateside。 My first subject: S; current cause célèbre at Yale。 Sadly for the Yale drama club and all the other school societies eager to claim her as a member; she’s practically a part…time student; hopping on the Metro North every Thursday afternoon after Moral Philosophy class。 Her destination? The Upper West Side; where she spends most of her time holed up with D。 Those two only venture out occasionally; blissfully disheveled; for pancakes and coffee on Sunday mornings。 Boring couple alert!
Meanwhile; V has been keeping a low profile at her Williamsburg loft; occasionally emerging to walk her adorable dog。 Whatever happened to that filmmaker boyfriend of hers? It’s an awfully big apartment for just one person。 N has been spotted out at Deep Springs; his eyes glittering for one girl only… a newborn albino calf named Gertie。 Or perhaps I should refer to her as Baby G? Finally; little J is back in the city for the holidays; last seen lunching at Balthazar and poring over college catalogs with her dark…haired; violet…eyed boarding school friend。 Is our little J all grown up? All I can say is; boarding school has been very good to her。
your e…mail
q: Dear Gossip Girl;
So; I’m a freshman and when I got my housing assignment last August; I was thrilled to find out I was rooming with S。 As in; the famous S。 But she’s never around; and when she is; all she does is read philosophy and have sappy convos on her cell with her boyfriend。 Isn’t she supposed to be the dancing…on…tables life…of…the…party? What happened?
—roomie
a: Dear Roomie;
It’s called acting far beyond her years; because she’s all boring and married。 Hopefully she’ll grow out of it soon and will start having fun with the rest of us。 Or at least attempting to entertain us again。
—GG
sightings
J piled in a car with S and D。 Destination: Providence; Rhode Island。 Can’t believe she’s ready to tour colleges!… B being picked up at Logan Airport in Boston by her gay dad; H; his new husband; and her adopted stepbrother and sister。 What a beautiful; accepting family!… N at Grand Central; drinking a large coffee and glancing wistfully at the clock in the center of the station。 Headed somewhere; or just remembering the road not taken?… V walking her chow…poodle mix around Williamsburg; watching all the hipster couples holding hands。 Lonely much?
college confidential
For most of us; the exhausting process of choosing a college is in our distant past。 But for those of you using the holiday break to plan your future; here’s a helpful hint: College tours never give an accurate representation of what your experience will be like。 You may never even set foot in that fabulous science library or use the multimillion…dollar athletic plex。 But you do have to make friends。 My advice: Go on a tour of your own and see what—or who—you e across。
You know you love me;
gossip girl
an almost missed connection
“This is the John Hay Library;” Naomi; Nate’s tour guide at Brown; explained; stopping in front of a large Gothic building in the chilly late…December afternoon。 The aged brick buildings of the Brown campus looked stately in the crisp winter air and there was a light dusting of snow on the campus green。 “It houses our collection of rare books。 Most students prefer to study at the John D。 Rockefeller library; which we call the Rock;” Naomi continued with a smile。 She was a pixieish junior with spiky short brown hair who majored in feminist dance; and had proudly explained that Brown allowed its undergrads to design their own major。 Back in high school; Nate had thought designing a major seemed cool; but now it seemed sort of dumb。 What was feminist dance; anyway?
I’m sure he could get a private lesson。
“They say rubbing the nose of the John Hay statue brings good luck。” Naomi rolled her eyes as if to show how ridiculous she thought the tradition was。 It didn’t stop several students from dipping away from the group to forcefully rub the sculpture; determined to increase their chances of admission。
Nate sighed。 He’d been at Deep Springs for the last year; but the college was only a two…year program。 Afterward; students transferred to schools like Harvard; Dartmouth; Yale; or Brown; which Nate had always heard was the most flexible and mellow of all the Ivies。 But no matter how laid…back Brown was; after living on a farm with thirty dudes; going to an actual university was going to be a giant jolt to the system。
“Let’s keep going! I can’t wait to show you the science library!” Naomi trilled; walking backward。 Nate tried not to groan。 The more he heard; the less he felt like he belonged anywhere。
He jammed his hands in the pockets of his khakis。 It was just a few days after Christmas; and the Brown campus was practically deserted。 Nate looked around dazedly; trying to place himself here; but he couldn’t。
As he approached the campus gates; he noticed a pretty girl in a bright red coat; squinting at the campus map。 She was obviou