gossip girl 12 终结-第9部分

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Serena　laughed；　remembering　all　the　mini　fights　she　and　Blair　had　had　in　elevators　on　the　way　to　parties　over　the　years。　It　all　seemed　so　long　ago。

Does　that　mean　it’s　time　for　a　rematch？

The　elevator　doors　slid　open　to　reveal　the　living　room　of　Thaddeus’s　apartment。　It　was　an　enormous；　loftlike　space；　with　floor…to…ceiling　windows　that　looked　out　onto　the　inky　black　Hudson　River　below。　The　space　was　already　crowded　with　scantily　clad　girls　in　red　and　white；　and　guys　in　jeans　and　white　button…downs　or　red　T…shirts。　The　air　felt　twenty　degrees　hotter　than　in　the　elevator。

“Serena；　baby！”　Ira　Green；　the　producer　of　Coffee　at　the　Palace；　greeted　her；　slapping　his　fleshy　palm　against　her　bare　back。　“I　noticed　your　boyfriend　was　here。　Great　career　move。”　Ira　nodded　importantly。

“My　boyfriend？”　Serena　asked　in　confusion；　glancing　around　the　crowded　room。

“Breckin　O’Dell？　Says　in　Page　Six　you’ve　been　canoodling。”　Ira　grabbed　a　glass　of　champagne　off　the　tray　of　a　passing　server　clad　in　a　white　bikini　and　red　stilettos。　“Look；　I’m　all　for　it；　but　I　don’t　want　you　to　get　exclusive。　Not　good　for　pre…film　buzz。　In　fact；　I’d　love　for　you　to　really　spend　the　evening　mingling。　I’ve　got　a　couple　of　my　own　friends　who’d　love　to　meet　you。”

“I’d　like　to　meet　them；”　Amanda　piped　up；　sticking　her　hand　out　for　Ira　to　shake。　Serena　took　that　moment　to　gracefully　duck　away；　weaving　between　party　guests　toward　the　bar　set　up　in　the　corner。　She　usually　loved　parties；　but　right　now；　all　she　wanted　to　do　was　say　hi　to　Thaddeus　and　then　hop　a　cab　to　the　Tribeca　Star　and　spend　the　night　partying　with　Blair。　Tomorrow；　they　could　have　a　lazy　brunch；　nursing　their　hangovers　with　glasses　of　fresh…squeezed　orange　juice。　Then　they’d　watch　Breakfast　at　Tiffany’s　and　all　the　other　old　movies　Blair　loved。

“Serena！”　someone　shouted　from　behind　her。　Breckin　O’Dell　was　lumbering　over　to　her　from　the　bar；　looking　extremely　pleased　with　himself。　His　reddish　hair　was　artfully　spiked　into　peaks；　and　he　wore　a　skinny　purple　tie　and　a　black　vest。

Hell　is　other　people’s…　outfits？

Serena　made　a　beeline　for　the　bathroom。　She　really　didn’t　feel　like　getting　into　another　conversation　with　Breckin。　He　was　definitely　attractive　and　had　appeared　in　a　couple　spy　thriller　movies；　but　his　conversation　topics　ranged　from　his　abs　to　his　agent。

She　swung　open　the　bathroom　door。　A　bare…assed　girl　was　straddling　a　half…naked　guy　on　the　edge　of　the　onyx　sink。

Definitely　occupied。

“Sorry！”　Serena　squealed；　slamming　the　door　shut。　Gross。

“Serena！”　Breckin　sidled　up　to　her。　“May　I　say　you　look　lovely。”　He　snaked　his　arm　around　her　shoulders；　drawing　her　closer　to　him。　“My　agent　thinks　we　should　date。　What　do　your　people　say？”

Serena　stifled　a　giggle。　Her　people？　The　phrase　made　her　think　of　little　green　aliens　landing　their　UFO　on　Earth。　“Do　you　always　do　what　your　agent　tells　you；　or　do　you　have　a　mind　of　your　own？”

“Oh；　I　have　a　mind　of　my　own；”　Breckin　said　slimily。　He　plucked　two　flutes　of　champagne　from　a　passing　waiter　and　offered　one　to　her。　“And　there’s　a　lot　going　on　in　there。”　He　winked。

“Cheers！”　Serena　clinked　glasses　with　him　while　sneaking　a　glance　at　her　gold　Cartier　tank　watch。　Eleven　fifteen。　She’d　planned　to　leave　the　party　by　eleven；　and　she　still　hadn’t　said　hi　to　Thad　or　talked　to　any　of　Ira’s　producer　friends。

It’s　a　tough　job；　but　somebody’s　gotta　do　it。

“So…？”　Breckin　asked；　clearly　waiting　for　her　opinion　on　their　dating　future。

“My　people　will　be　in　touch；”　Serena　lied　as　she　backed　away。　She　pulled　her　iPhone　from　her　silver　Chanel　clutch；　sending　a　text　to　Blair　that　she　was　on　her　way。

“Serena　van　der　Woodsen；　you　are　beautiful！”

Serena　whirled　around；　relaxing　when　she　saw　Thad。　He　wore　a　tight　white　cashmere　muscle　tank　and　a　pair　of　white　linen　pants。　A　six…foot…tall　girl　with　straw…colored；　ass…skimming　hair　held　his　hand。　She　wore　a　red　cleavage…baring　dress　with　an　amoeba…shaped　cutout　at　the　middle。　Serena　recognized　her　as　an　up…and…ing　singer　who’d　won　some　reality　show　petition。

“This　is　Carilee　Roberts。　Our　agent　introduced　us；”　Thaddeus　said　tightly；　brushing　his　blond　curls　from　his　forehead　as　if　he　had　a　headache。　“Carilee；　this　is　Serena　van　der　Woodsen。”

“Hey　there；　sugar。　Why；　don’t　you　look　like　just　the　sweetest　thing？　I　could　just　eat　you　up！　Of　course；　I　don’t　mean　that　literally。　I　only　like　boys！”　Carilee　said　enthusiastically；　yanking　Serena’s　shoulders　toward　her　and　kissing　her　aggressively　on　both　cheeks。

“Nice　to　meet　you。”　Serena　said　as　she　backed　away。

Thaddeus’s　light　blue　eyes　flicked　down　to　Serena’s　almost　empty　champagne　glass。　“We　need　to　get　you　a　drink。　And　we　need　to　get　me　ten。　Can　you　hang　out　with　us　for　a　bit？　Serge　couldn’t　make　it。　He　decided　to　go　to　a　Boys’　Night　Out　party　instead；”　Thaddeus　whispered。　Serena　could　detect　a　hint　of　desperation　in　his　voice。　Thad　obviously　wished　he　was　at　a　Boys’　Night　Out　party；　rather　than　the　Hollywood…heavy　party　Ira　had　insisted　he　host。

“Of　course。”　Serena　smiled　as　she　trailed　after　Carilee　and　Thaddeus　to　the　bar。　It　was　the　least　she　could　do。　Blair　would　understand。

Of　course　she　would。

What　the　fuck；　Blair　murmured　as　she　listened　to　Serena’s　voice…mail　message　click　on　for　the　tenth　time　tonight。　She　was　sitting　on　the　edge　of　the　bathtub　in　Chuck　Bass’s　Tribeca　Star　suite。　Serena　had　promised　that　she’d　only　stay　at　her　Hollywood　is　Hell　party　for　an　hour；　but　it　was　now　almost　eleven　thirty。　Of　course；　Serena　had　invited　Blair　along；　offering　to　“add　her　to　the　guest　list。”　Like　Blair　was　so　pathetic　she　needed　her　movie　star　best　friend　to　get　her　in　places。　She’d　demurred　and　opted　to　meet　Serena　here　instead。

Blair　sighed　in　frustration　as　she　tossed　her　phone　back　in　her　clutch　and　sauntered　out　of　the　bathroom。　She　couldn’t　believe　Serena　would　just　ditch　her　like　this。　They’d　always　spent　New　Year’s　Eve　together。　Blair　remembered　so　many　parties　in　this　very　suite；　splashing　around　in　the　raised　hot　tub　in　their　skimpiest　Calypso　bikinis；　trying　to　find　the　cutest　guy　in　the　room　to　make　out　with　when　the　clock　struck　midnight。

Of　course；　they　always　wound　up　kissing　each　other。

“I　heard　Blair　and　her　Yale　boyfriend　had　this　secret　wedding　in　Mexico；　but　then　they　had　to　have　it　annulled；”　Laura　Salmon　whispered　to　Rain　Hoffstetter　over　by　the　makeshift　bar　in　the　kitchen　annex。　She　wore　a　glittery　sheath　dress；　and　a　matching　Swarovski…studded　headband　was　perched　on　her　dark　roots。

“Really？　I　heard　Blair　found　out　she　was　pregnant　with　Nate’s　baby　and　now　she’s　trying　to　make　it　seem　like　the　Yale　guy　is　the　father。　Luckily；　she’s　not　really　showing；”　Rain　Hoffstetter　whispered　back。　A　diamond　stud　glittered　in　her　left　nostril；　drawing　attention　to　her　pug　nose。

Blair　strode　over　to　her　former　Constance　classmates；　aware　their　eyes　were　on　her。

“Hey；”　she　said　to　the　group。　She　grabbed　a　bottle　of　Ketel　One　and　liberally　poured　it　into　a　tumbler；　then　added　a　splash　of　tonic。　The　suite　was　pretty　empty。　In　the　corner；　a　group　of　flannel…clad　guys　were　playing　Xbox；　entranced　by　the　flat　screen　against　one　wall。　The　hot　tub；　constructed　in　an　anteroom　between　the　bedroom　and　the　main　suite；　was　filled　with　flat…chested　girls　Blair　vaguely　recognized　as　members　of　the　freshman　peer　group　she’d　led　last　year　at　Constance。　Blair　squinted　to　take　a　closer　look。　Through　the　steam；　she　noticed　two　topless　girls　making　out　with　each　other。　Obviously　slutty　L’école　girls；　trying　to　get　attention。　Blair　wrinkled　her　nose。　Was　this　seriously　how　she　was　spending　her　New　Year’s？　This　party　was　lame　even　by　high　school　standards。

“Where’s　Chuck？”　she　asked　Rain；　trying　not　to　stare　at　the　infected　boil　that　erupted　from　her　nose　piercing。　She’d　heard　Chuck　was　in　military　school　or　monkey　training　school　or　something。

You　know；　either　one。

“I　don’t　know。”　Rain　shrugged。　“More　importantly；　did　you　see　Isabel？”

Blair　shook　her　head　blankly。　Why　the　hell　would　she　care　about　Isabel　Coates？

“Look。”　Laura　Salmon　pointed　a　pearly　manicured　finger　tow