gossip girl 11 英文-第50部分

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And　so　did　Serena？she　just　hadn？t　realized　it　until　now。　Serena　shuddered　and　her　perfect　skin　
broke　out　in　a　rash　of　goose　bumps。　Her　whole　body　seemed　to　be　having　an　adverse　reaction　to　
the　idea　of　revealing　something　she？d　kept　so　well　hidden　for　so　long；　even　from　herself。　

Nate　wrapped　his　lacrosse…toned　arms　around　her　long；　narrow　waist　and　pulled　her　close；　
tucking　her　pale　gold　head　into　the　crook　of　his　neck　and　massaging　the　ruts　between　the　ribs　on　
her　back　with　his　fingertips。　The　best　thing　about　Serena　was　her　total　lack　of　embarrassing　flab。　
Her　entire　body　was　as　long　and　lean　and　taut　as　the　strings　on　his　Prince　titanium　tennis　racket。　

It　was　painful　having　such　a　ridiculously　hot　best　friend。　Why　couldn？t　his　best　friend　be　some　
lard…assed　dude　with　zits　and　dandruff？　Instead　he　had　Serena　and　Blair　Waldorf；　hands　down　the　
two　hottest　girls　on　the　Upper　East　Side；　and　maybe　all　of　Manhattan；　or　even　the　whole　world。　

Serena　was　an　absolute　goddess？every　guy　Nate　knew　talked　about　her？but　she　was　mysterious。　
She？d　laugh　for　hours　if　she　spotted　a　cloud　shaped　like　a　toilet　seat　or　something　equally　
ridiculous；　and　the　next　moment　she？d　be　wistful　and　sad。　It　was　impossible　to　tell　what　she　was　
thinking　most　of　the　time。　Sometimes　Nate　wondered　if　she　would？ve　been　more　fortable　in　a　
body　that　was　slightly　less　perfect；　because　it　would？ve　given　her　moreincentive　；　to　use　an　SAT　
vocabulary　word。　Like　she　wasn？t　sure　what　she　had　to　aspire　to；　since　she　basically　had　
everything　a　girl　could　possibly　want。　

Blair　was　petite；　with　a　pretty；　foxlike　face；　blue　eyes；　and　wavy　chestnut…colored　hair。　She　let　
everyone　know　what　she　was　thinking；　and　she　was　fiercely　petitive。　For　instance；　she　always　
found　opportunities　to　point　out　that　her　chest　was　almost　a　whole　cup　size　larger　than　Serena？s　
and　that　she？d　scored　almost　100　points　higher　than　Serena　on　the　practice　SAT。　

Way　back　in　fifth　grade；　Serena　had　told　Nate　she　was　pretty　sure　Blair　had　a　crush　on　him。　He　
started　to　notice　that　Blair　did　stick　her　chest　out　when　he　was　looking；　and　she　was　always　either　
bossing　him　around　or　fixing　his　hair。　Of　course　Blair　never　admitted　that　she　liked　him；　which　
made　him　like　her　even　more。　

Nate　sighed　deeply。　No　one　understood　how　difficult　it　was　being　best　friends　with　two　such　
beautiful；　impossible　girls。　

Like　he　would　have　been　friends　with　them　if　they　were　awkward　and　butt…ugly？　

He　closed　his　eyes　and　breathed　in　the　sweet　scent　of　Serena？s　Fr？d？ric　Fekkai　Apple　Cider　
clarifying　shampoo。　He？d　kissed　lots　of　girls　and　had　even　gone　to　third　base　last　June　with　
L？Wren　Knowes；　a　very　experienced　older　Seaton　Arms　School　senior　who　really　did　seem　to　


know　everything。　But　kissing　Serena　would　be　。　。　。　different。　He　loved　her。　It　was　as　simple　as　that。　
She　was　his　best　friend；　and　he　loved　her。　

And　if　you　can？t　kiss　your　best　friend；　whocan　you　kiss？　

upper　east　side　schoolgirl　uncovers　shocking　sex　scandal！　

？Ew；？　Blair　Waldorf　muttered　at　her　reflection　in　the　full…length　mirror　on　the　back　of　her　closet　
door。　She　liked　to　keep　her　closet　organized；　but　not　too　organized。　Whites　with　whites；　off…whites　
with　off…whites；　navy　with　navy；　black　with　black。　But　that　was　it。　Jeans　were　tossed　in　a　heap　on　
the　closet　floor。　And　there　were　dozens　of　them。　It　was　almost　a　game　to　close　her　eyes　and　feel　
around　and　e　up　with　a　pair　that　used　to　be　too　tight　in　the　ass　but　fit　a　little　loosely　now　that　
she？d　cut　out　her　daily　after…dinner　milk…and…Chips…Ahoy　routine。　

Blair　looked　at　the　mirror；　assessing　her　outfit。　Her　Marc　by　Marc　Jacobs　shell　pink　sheer　cotton　
blouse　was　fine。　It　was　the　fuchsia　La　Perla　bra　that　was　the　problem。　It　showed　right　through　the　
blouse　so　that　she　looked　like　a　stripper。　But　she　was　only　going　to　Nate？s　house　to　hang　out　with　
him　and　Serena。　And　Nate　liked　to　talk　about　bras。　He　was　genuinely　curious　about；　for　instance；　
what　the　purpose　of　an　underwire　was；　or　why　some　bras　fastened　in　front　and　some　fastened　in　
back。　It　was　a　big　turn…on　for　him；　obviously；　but　it　was　also　sort　of　sweet。　He　was　a　lonely　only　
child；　craving　sisterhood。　

　Right。　

She　decided　to　leave　the　bra　on　for　Nate？s　sake；　hiding　the　whole　ensemble　under　her　favorite　
belted　black　cashmere　Lora　Piano　cardigan；　which　would　e　off　the　minute　she　stepped　into　his　
well…heated　town　house。　Maybe；　just　maybe；　the　sight　of　her　hot　pink　bra　would　be　the　thing　to　
make　Nate　realize　that　he？d　been　in　love　with　her　just　as　long　as　she？d　been　in　love　with　him。

　Maybe。　

She　opened　her　bedroom　door　and　yelled　down　the　long　hall　and　across　the　East　Seventy…second　
Street　penthouse？s　vast　expanse　of　period　furniture；　parquet　floors；　crown　moldings；　and　French　
Impressionist　paintings。　？Mom！　Dad？　I？m　going　over　to　Nate？s　house！　Serena　and　I　are　spending　
the　night！？　When　there　was　no　reply；　she　clomped　her　way　to　her　parents？　huge　master　suite　in　her　
noisy　Kors　wooden…heeled　sheepskin　clogs；　opened　their　bedroom　door；　and　made　a　beeline　for　
her　mom？s　dressing　room。　Eleanor　Waldorf　kept　a　tall　stack　of　crisp　emergency　twenties　in　her　
lingerie　drawer　for　Blair　and　her　ten…year…old　brother；　Tyler；　to　parse　from？for　taxis；　cappuccinos；　
and；　in　Blair？s　case；　the　occasional　much…needed　pair　of　Manolo　Blahnik　heels。　Twenty；　forty；　
sixty；　eighty；　one　hundred。　Twenty；　forty；　sixty；　eighty；　two　hundred。　Blair　counted　out　the　bills；　
folding　them　neatly　before　stuffing　them　into　the　back　pocket　of　her　peg…legged　Seven　jeans。　

？If　I　were　a　cabernet；？　Blair？s　father？s　dramatically　playful　lawyer？s　voice　echoed　out　of　the　
adjoining　dressing　room；　？how　would　you　describe　my　bouquet？？　


　Excusez…moi？　

Blair　clomped　out　of　her　mom？s　dressing　room　and　reached　for　the　chocolate　brown　velvet　
curtain　hanging　in　the　doorway　of　her　dad？s。　？If　you　guys　are　in　there　together；　like；　doing　it　while　
I？m　home；　then　that？s　really　gross；？　she　declared　flatly。　？Anyway；　I？m　going　over　to　Nate？s；　so？？　
Her　father；　Harold　J。　Waldorf；　Esquire；　pulled　aside　the　velvet　curtain；　dressed　in　his　cashmere　
tweed　Paul　Smith　bathrobe　and　nothing　else；　his　nicely　tanned；　handsome　face　looking　slightly　
flushed。　？Mom？s　out　looking　at　dishes　for　the　Guggenheim　benefit。　I　thought　you　were　out。　Where　
are　you　going　exactly？？　Blair　stared　at　him。　He　wasn？t　holding　a　phone；　and　if　her　mom　was　out；　
then　who　the　fuck　had　he　just　been　talking　to？　She　stood　blinking　at　him　with　her　hands　on　her　
hips；　tempted　to　peek　inside　his　dressing　room　to　see　who　he　was　hiding　in　there。　

Does　she　really　want　to　know？　

Instead；　she　stumbled　out　of　the　master　suite；　clomped　her　way　across　the　penthouse；　grabbed　her　
blood　orange…colored　Jimmy　Choo　treasure　chest　hobo；　and　ran　for　the　elevator。　

Outside　it　was　breathtakingly　cold；　and　fat　flakes　fell　at　random。　Usually　she　walked　the　twelve　
blocks　to　Nate？s　house；　but　today　Blair　had　no　patience　for　walking？she　had　just　discovered　that　
her　father　was　a　lying；　cheating　scum…bag；　after　all；　and　a　cab　was　waiting　for　her　downstairs。　Or　
rather；　a　cab　was　waiting　for　Mrs。　Solomon　in　4A；　but　when　the　hunter　green　uniform…clad　
doorman　saw　the　terrifying　look　on　Blair？s　normally　pretty　face；　he　let　her　take　it。　

Besides；　hailing　cabs　in　the　snow　was　probably　the　highlight　of　his　day。　

The　stone　walls　bordering　Central　Park　were　blanketed　in　snow。　A　tall；　elderly　woman　and　her　
Yorkshire　terrier；　dressed　in　matching　red　Chanel　quilted　coats　with　matching　black　velvet　bows　in　
their　white　hair；　crossed　Seventy…second　Street　and　entered　the　Ralph　Lauren　flagship　store。　
Blair？s　cab　hurtled　recklessly　up　Madison　Avenue；　past　Agn？s　B。　and　Williams…Sonoma　and　the　
Three　Guys　coffee　shop　where　all　the　Constance　Billard　girls　gathered　after　school；　and　finally　
pulled　up　to　Nate？s　town　house。　

？Let　me　in！？　she　yelled　into　the　inter　outside　the　Archibalds？　elegant　wrought…iron…and…glass　
front　door　as　she　swatted　the　buzzer　over　and　over　with　her　hand。　

Inside；　Nate　and　Serena　were　still　cuddling　in　the　kitchen。　Serena　raised　her　head　from　his　
shoulder　and　opened　her　eyes；　as　if