gossip girl 11 英文-第2部分

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fingers。　All　he　wanted　was　to　crawl　back　down　into　theCharlotte　？s　tiny　bedroom；　get　under　the　
covers　with　her；　and　never　e　out；　except　maybe　to　smoke　a　joint。　

It？s　good　to　see　that　he　has　his　priorities　in　order。　

？Let？s　go　to　your　house；？　he　suggested；　releasing　her。　？Myrtle　makes　the　best　quesadillas；　and　
I？m　freaking　starving。？　She　turned　around　and　grinned　at　him。　？Okay；　then；　let？s　get　the　hell　out　
of　here；　sailor。？　

Nate　headed　back　to　the　boat　to　grab　the　rest　of　their　bags；　whistling　as　he　jumped　on　board。　
He？d　avoided　his　moment　of　truth　with　the　Captain？and　Blair？for　so　long；　maybe　he　could　keep　
on　avoiding　it　a　little　while　longer。　

Blair　slid　her　enormous　tinted　Prada　aviators　over　her　eyes　and　starting　walking　down　the　gray　
wooden　dock。　Things　couldn？t　have　worked　out　better？Blair　and　Nate；　the　couple　always　most　
likely　to　end　up　together；　heading　off　to　Yale　in　ten　short　days。　It　was　almost　too　good　to　be　true。

　Yes；　quite。　


things　worth　having　are　worth　cheating　for　

？Oh　my　God；　youhave　to　burn　this　one！？　Serena　held　out　a　picture　of　her　first…grade　self　in　a　
fuzzy　alligator　costume　and　dug　her　feet　into　the　butter…soft　forest　green　Pratesi　sheets　covering　
Nate？s　bed。　His　bed　was　always　unmade；　despite　the　fact　that　his　family　had　a　maid　who　
bulldozed　through　his　room　every　day；　washing　everything　in　sight。　Serena　and　Nate　lay　side　by　
side　on　their　stomachs；　a　worn　leather　photo　album　between　them。　

？I　don？t　even　rememberwearing　that；？　she　mused；　tossing　the　aging　photo　onto　the　already　messy　
floor。　Even　though　he？d　only　been　home　for　one　day；　his　room　was　a　total　disaster。　Piles　of　clothes　
were　strewn　everywhere；　and　his　huge　wooden　desk　was　pletely　covered　with　notebooks；　
magazines；　and　PlayStation　games。　A　broken　Brine　lacrosse　stick　leaned　dejectedly　in　one　corner。　

？Ido。？　Nate　laughed；　retrieving　the　photo。　？It　was　Halloween。　We？d　just　gone　to　the　Bronx　Zoo　
on　some　field　trip；　and　you　became　obsessed　with　alligators。？　He　smiled　lazily　at　her。　？You　ran　
around　telling　everybody　you　were　going　to　live　with　the　alligators。？　Serena？s　bare　foot　was　right　
next　to　Nate？s；　and　she　moved　it　a　fraction　of　an　inch　closer；　feeling　the　heat　from　his　body　as　he　
turned　the　pages　of　the　photo　album。　She　bit　her　lip。　She　needed　to　focus　on　the　job　they？d　e　
there　to　do？to　choose　the　pictures　for　the　slide　show　at　Blair？s　graduation　party。　Blair。　Nate？s　
girlfriend。　The　love　of　his　life。　She　looked　down　at　the　tan　leather　photo　album　again　and　took　a　
deep　breath；　letting　it　out　slowly。　There　was　Blair？s　tanned；　happy　face；　her　arms　entwined　around　
Nate？s　neck　as　she　pulled　his　face　closer　to　hers；　grinning　into　the　camera。　They？d　probably　kissed　
moments　after　they　took　that　picture。　Because　they　werein　love　。　Her　heart　sank　with　the　thought。　

？This　is　so　weird；？　Nate　said；　turning　the　page。　

？What　is？？　Serena　asked；　hoping　Nate　hadn？t　suddenly　developed　the　ability　to　read　minds。　She　
twirled　a　lock　of　blond　hair　around　one　finger；　waiting　for　him　to　finish　his　thought。　

？Oh；　noway　！？　she　exclaimed；　pointing　at　the　photo　album　as　he　turned　to　the　next　page。There　
was　Nate；　blissfully　passed　out　between　a　smiling　Serena　and　Blair；　the　words　BUCK　NAKED　
scrawled　in　red　marker　across　his　bare；　hairless　chest。　？I　didn？t　even　know　we　had　this！　I？ll　let　you　
keep　the　alligator　one　if　you　promisenever　to　burn　this　one。　。　。　。？　She　looked　up　and　gave　him　a　
mischievous　smile。　

？Deal。？　Nate　stuck　his　hand　out；　and　she　shook　it；　slowly　drawing　her　hand　away。　

Looking　down　at　eighth…grade　Nate；　so　peaceful　and　sleepy；　Serena　couldn？t　help　remembering　
how　warm　his　skin　always　was；　and　how；　on　the　night　they？d　lost　their　virginity　to　each　other；　she　
hadn？t　needed　a　blanket　at　all？sleeping　with　Nate　was　like　sleeping　with　your　own　personal　
furnace。　


And　just　as　dangerous　。　。　。　

？What　were　you　saying　though　before？what？s　weird？？　Serena　looked　down　at　the　ends　of　her　
hair　again；　afraid　of　his　answer。　

？I　don？t　know。？　Nate　flipped　the　page　and　pointed　to　a　picture　of　Blair　on　the　steps　of　the　Met　
with　Serena；　their　arms　wrapped　around　each　other；　tongues　sticking　out　at　the　camera。　？Things　
seemed　so　much　easier　back　then。　No　college。　No　worries。　No　responsibilities。？　？Like　taking　
theCharlotte　for　a　month　without　asking？？　she　said；　grinning。　？It　must？ve　been　awesome。？　She　
cleared　her　throat　and　rolled　over　onto　her　back；　her　hands　on　her　belly。　Her　stomach　dipped　and　
rolled　in　anticipation　and　nervousness。　She　wasn？t　sure　she　really　wanted　to　know　the　answer　to　
that　question；　but　at　the　same　time；　she　couldn？t　seem　to　stop　herself　from　asking。　

？It　was。？　Nate　closed　the　photo　album　and　looked　at　her。　？Being　out　there　with　no　parents；　
nothing　to　worry　about；　just　me　and　Blair　。　。　。　it　was　probably　the　best　month　of　my　life；？　he　said；　
although　he　was　really　thinking　about　how　kissable　Serena？s　lips　always　looked？the　way　they　
were　always　a　little　parted；　with　just　a　trace　of　a　smile。　

Serena？s　heart　plummeted　in　her　chest。　She　wanted　so　badly　to　have　been　the　one　out　there　with　
him；　totally　alone；　nothing　around　but　the　endless　expanse　of　blue　water　and　their　half…naked　
bodies。　She　wondered　for　the　millionth　time　if　he　had　found　her　letter　and　read　it。　Somehow；　she　
doubted　he　had。　If　he？d　found　the　letter；　he　would？ve　said　something；　right？　But　there　was　
probably　no　point　in　asking　anyway。　He　loved　Blair。　There　was　no　question。　She　felt　dizzy　at　the　
thought。　How　could　she　go　up　to　Yale　with　them　in　a　week　and　watch　as　Nate　and　Blair　stared　into　
each　other？s　eyes　for　four　long　years？　She　didn？t　think　she？d　be　able　to　stand　it。　

Nate？s　phone　rang；　breaking　the　peaceful　silence。　He　grabbed　it　from　the　floor　and　as　he　reached　
out；　his　T…shirt　rode　up　a　little；　exposing　the　smooth；　tanned　skin　of　his　back。　Serena　swallowed　
and　tried　to　look　away。　Nate　pushed　the　speakerphone　button　and　a　gravelly；　decidedly　grumbly　
voice　was　released　into　the　air。　

？Nate？　Is　that　you？？　

Nate　looked　over　at　Serena　in　confusion；　wrinkling　his　forehead。　

？Uh；　yeah；？　he　said　cautiously。　？This　is　Nate。？　

？Well；　this　is　Chips；？　the　voice　growled　menacingly。　？Meet　me　at　the　New　York　Yacht　Club　in　
half　an　hour。？　There　was　a　click；　then　the　sound　of　a　dial　tone。　

？Fuck；？　Nate　mumbled　under　his　breath。　After　a　moment　he　jumped　to　his　feet　and　slid　them　into　
a　beat…up　pair　of　black　and　white　Marc　Jacobs　Vans。　


？I？m　sorry；？　he　said；　putting　his　cell　phone　into　his　pocket。　？But　I？ve　gotta　go。？　？Sounds　like　
you？ve　got　a　hot　date。？　She　winked　and　waited　for　his　sly　eback；　but　he　only　gave　her　a　
halfhearted　smile。　Serena　searched　his　eyes；　trying　to　figure　out　what　was　going　on。　Nate　turned　
and　started　digging　through　one　of　his　desk　drawers；　pulling　out　some　rolling　papers；　a　stick　of　
deodorant；　and　some　random　unicorn　stickers　Blair　had　probably　given　him　in；　like；　seventh　grade　
or　something。　？But　before　you　go；　I　just　wanted　to　tell　you　that　they？re　pushing　up　the　release　date　
forBreakfast　at　Fred？s。　。　。　。　？　？Seriously？？　He　turned　to　look　at　her　again；　producing　his　iPod　from　
the　drawer　and　throwing　it　into　his　navy　blue　Jack　Spade　canvas　backpack　along　with　his　keys。　？I　
guess　you？ll　be　a　real　movie　star　soon。？　He　grinned；　closing　his　backpack。　？Sure　you？ll　still　have　
time　for　us　little　people？？　？I？ll　always　have　time　for　you；　Natie。？　Her　voice　was　small　but　serious。　
As　she　held　his　green…eyed　gaze；　Nate　leaned　over　and　kissed　her　softly　on　the　forehead；　his　lips　
lingering　for　a　moment　on　her　skin。　He　stroked　the　top　of　her　head　briefly　with　one　hand　and　then　
walked　quickly　to　the　door。　Before　the　door　swung　shut；　he　looked　back　at　her　？a　kind　of　wordless　
question　swimming　in　his　green　eyes。　And　then　he　was　gone。　

Serena　sat　there　in　a　daze；　one　hand　tracing　the　path　of　his　lips　on　her　face。　Her　forehead　felt　
strange　and　electric？like　her　skin　had　just　been　branded　by　the　soft　pressure　of　Nate？s　mouth。　She　
could　still　feel　the　silky　warmth　of　his　lips；　and　all　she　wanted　was　to　chase　him　out　the　door　and　
kiss　him　back。　

But　not　on　the　forehead　this　time。　

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