gossip girl 7 英文-第17章

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She　stood　on　tiptoe　and　cupped　her　hand　around　Stan　5's　aristocratic　ear。　〃I'm　not　actually　in　yet；〃　
she　whispered。　〃I　got　wait…listed。〃　

〃Well；　we'll　just　have　to　see　what　we　can　do　about　that；〃　Stan　5　chuckled　sympathetically。　He　
snatched　two　flutes　of　champagne　off　a　passing　tray　and　handed　her　one。　They　clinked　glasses　and　
a　little　thrill　ran　up　Blair's　spine。　She　was　about　to　get　lucky；　she　could　just　tell。　

In　more　ways　than　one！　

Suddenly　there　was　a　rustle　of　tulle　and　Nate's　mother　enveloped　her　in　a　Chanel　No。5…　soaked　


embrace。　〃Darling；　where　is　Nate？〃　Mrs。　Archibald　demanded　in　her　dramatic；　Anglo…French　
accent。　

Blair　didn't　want　to　have　to　explain　to　Stan　5　who　Nate　was；　and　she　didn't　want　Nate's　mom　to　
think　she　couldn't　keep　her　own　boyfriend。　But　she　also　didn't　want　her　to　suspect　that　she　was　
hiding　something。　After　all；　she　was　dying　to　find　out　where　Nate　was　too…　so　she　could　kick　the　
shit　out　of　him。　

〃I've　been　staying　at　the　Plaza；　so　I　haven't　had　the　chance　to　check　my　messages　at　home；〃　she　
responded　vaguely。　〃I　think　maybe　his　cell　phone　broke　or　something　because　he　never　answers。〃　

〃I　know。〃　Mrs。　Archibald　pursed　her　fiery　red　lipsticked　lips。　〃The　gardener　found　his　cell　phone　
on　the　roof。〃　She　raised　her　eyebrows　suspiciously。　〃You　sure　he's　not　staying　at　the　Plaza　with　
you？〃　

Blair　glanced　self…consciously　at　Stan　5　and　then　shook　her　head；　refusing　to　have　to　admit　to　your　
boyfriend's　mom　that　actually　no；　you　hadn't　managed　to　lock　him　up　in　a　hotel　for　days　of　wild；　
passionate　sex。　In　fact；　that　plan　had　totally　backfired。　

〃Well　then。〃　Mrs。　Archibald　kissed　her　on　both　cheeks　and　smiled　tightly　as　if　to　say；　〃I　don't　
believe　a　word　you're　saying；　but　I'm　late　for　the　opera；　so　c'est　la　vie。〃　

〃If　you　do　see　him；　darling；　tell　him　his　mother　and　father　are　quite　cross　with　him；　and　have　gone　
to　La　Bohème。〃　

Blair　clasped　her　hands　behind　her　back　and　nodded　dutifully。　Where　the　fuck　was　Nate　anyway？　
She　watched　Nate's　father　help　Mrs。　Archibald　on　with　her　beaded　silk　Oscar　de　la　Renta　capelet　
and　then　escort　her　to　the　elevator。　She　thought　of　going　over　to　say　hello；　but　Admiral　Archibald　
was　famous　for　his　bad　temper；　and　if　he　was　angry　with　Nate；　it　was　probably　best　to　stay　out　of　
his　way。　

Besides；　she　had　more　important　things　to　do。　Like　flirt　with　Mr。　I…Can…Get…You…Into…Yale　the　
Fifth。　

Blair　noticed　that　he　was　wearing　what　looked　like　an　antique　Yale　insignia　ring。　〃It's　my　
Granddads；'　Stan　5　explained。　〃He　gave　it　to　me　when　I　got　in。　Yale　is　like　Granddad's　whole　life。　
I'd　introduce　you　but　he　disappeared　into　his　study　with　this　beautiful　blond　girl；　and　who　knows　
when　they'll　e　out。　Not　that　he's　a　pervert　or　anything。　He's　probably　just　boring　her　to　death　
with　his　Yale　stories。〃　

Blair's　eyes　swept　the　room。　The　〃beautiful　blond　girl〃　sounded　suspiciously　like　Serena。　Old　Mr。　
Parris　was　an　actual　trustee　of　Yale；　and　far　more　influential　than　his　grandson。　How　typical　of　
Serena　to　monopolize　the　one　person　in　the　room　who　could　probably　get　her　into　Yale　once　and　


for　all。　

A　man　in　a　catering　uniform　took　their　empty　champagne　glasses　and　handed　them　each　a　fresh　
one。　

〃To　Yale；〃　Stan　5　said；　before　clinking　his　glass　against　hers。　

Blair　fingered　the　pendant　around　her　neck　and　downed　her　drink；　wondering　if　she　should　
demand　an　introduction　to　his　grandfather。　Stan　5　took　a　step　toward　her　and　lowered　his　
aristocratic　chin。　〃Don't　worry；〃　he　murmured　reassuringly；　as　if　reading　her　mind。　〃Granddad　and　
I　are　very　close。〃　

Blair　clutched　the　stem　of　her　champagne　flute　and　batted　her　eyelashes；　willing　her　face　not　to　
flush　too　retardedly　red。　How　lucky　she　was　to　have　nabbed　the　younger；　hotter　Stanford　Parris　
while　Serena　was　stuck　with　the　old　moldy　one！　

〃I　kissed　my　Yale　interviewer；〃　she　confided　before　she　could　stop　herself。　It　wasn't　exactly　
something　she　was　proud　of。　But　she　wanted　Stan　5　to　know　what　he　was　up　against。　

Stan　5　smiled　delightedly。　〃Granddad　keeps　a　room　for　me　down　the　hall。　I've　got　this　whole　
collection　of　vintage　Yale　catalogs　in　there。　Want　to　take　a　look？〃　

Blair　giggles　giddily。　How　wonderful　to　meet　a　boy　who　was　as　crazily　enthusiastic　about　Yale　as　
she　was。　Eagerly；　she　followed　Stan　5　into　his　room。　She　couldn't　wait　to　kiss　his　catalogs。　

Kiss？　

Why　not；　when　she　had　more　in　mon　with　Stanford　Parris　V　than　she　did　with　any　other　boy　
she'd　ever　met；　including　her　lame…ass；　no…show　boyfriend；　who　was　already　into　Yale　anyway　and　
was　totally　unsympathetic　and　useless？　

Well；　then。　Guess　she　meant　kiss　after　all。　

N　ABANDONS　SHIP　



〃Oops；　I　think　I'm　winning。〃　Lexie　giggles　and　popped　another　Oreo　half　into　her　mouth。　

〃Nice　one；　〃Nate　responded；　not　even　trying　to　fend　off　her　chocolaty　lips。　

It　had　been　Lexie's　idea　to　smoke　another　joint　and　play　checkers　with　Oreos；　so　she'd　made　up　the　
rules：　Every　time　she　nabbed　one　of　Nate's　white…faced　Oreo　halves　with　her　whole　Oreos；　she　got　
to　eat　the　Oreo　half　and　kiss　Nate　on　the　lips。　

Nate　really　wasn't　into　the　game；　which　meant　that　he　was　sort　of　letting　Lexie　win；　but　kissing　
her　on　deck　where　everyone　else　was　hanging　seemed　safer　than　sitting　alone　with　her　up　in　the　
crow's　nest　where　one　thing　could　lead　to　another　and。。。　

Not　that　he　would　have　actually　let　anything　major　happen。　Right？　

As　usual；　Nate　was　suffering　from　the　Curse　of　Blair。　Whenever　he　fooled　around　with　another　
girl；　all　he　could　think　about　was　Blair　and　fooling　around　with　Blair；　making　him　feel　sort　of　
guilty　and　horny　at　the　same　time；　which　made　it　simultaneously　kind　of　hard　to　take　and　kind　of　
hard　to　stop。　

He　kept　his　eyes　open　as　Lexie　kissed　him；　making　eye　contact　with　Jeremy　on　the　other　side　of　
the　deck；　who　was　kissing　some　girl　with　long　brown　hair　and　fat　arms　whom　Nate　had　never　seen　
before。　All　of　a　sudden　Nate　felt　like　he　was　in　seventh　grade　at　one　of　those　parties　where　
everyone　just　lay　around　kissing　because　they　thought　that　was　what　they　were　supposed　to　do；　
even　though　it　was　kind　of　nasty　to　suck　on　a　girls　tongue　for　like　an　hour；　without　having　a　drink　
of　water　or　anything。　Except　that　time　with　Blair　in　Serena's　closet　at　a　party　back　in　eighth　grade…　
or　was　it　sixth？　They'd　kissed　and　talked　for　so　long　Serena　had　to　drag　them　out　so　they　wouldn't　
miss　the　entire　party。　If　only　Blair　would　suddenly　draw　up　alongside　the　Charlotte　in　a　little　dingy　
and　shout　at　him　to　grow　the　fuck　up　in　that　sexy；　bitchy　tone　she　sued　when　she　was　only　mildly　
infuriated　with　him。　Where　was　Blair　anyway？　He　wondered　in　stoned；　sleepless　confusion。　Why　
wasn't　she　with　him？　

Hello？　Anyone　home？　Wake　up！！！　

Lexie　had　her　eyes　closed　and　was　breathing　heavily　as　she　sucked　on　his　lips。　Her　tongue　tasted　
like　chocolate　and　beer；　which　was　kind　of　a　bad　bination。　Nate　could　hardly　wait　to　push　her　
off　his　lap　and　head　below　decks　to　gulp　a　few　glasses　of　cold　water。　He　could　also　hardly　wait　to　
tell　Blair　that　despite　this　bumpy　little　interlude　everything　would　turn　out　alright　once　he　got　back　
from　Bermuda；　or　New　Jersey；　or　wherever　the　fuck　they　were　headed。　

His　gaze　shifted　to　the　starboard　side　of　the　boat。　The　sun　was　going　down；　and　they'd　finally　
made　it　into　the　ocean。　The　dark　water　was　quiet　and　a　few　fishing　boats　twinkled　on　the　horizon。　


Nate　hadn't　checked　the　boat's　navigational　system　in　a　few　hours。　The　Charlotte　had　been　cruising　
on　autopilot　ever　since　they'd　headed　out；　but　since　he　was　the　only　one　who　knew　how　to　sail　her　
and　was　kind　of　responsible　for　the　safety　of　everyone　onboard；　he　thought　maybe　he'd　better　
check　it　out。　

Yeah；　maybe。　

He　pulled　away　from　Lexie　and　whispered　hoarsely　into　her　ear。　〃I　gotta　go　steer　the　boat。〃　

She　slid　off　his　lap；　popped　another　Oreo　into　her　mouth；　and　gave　his　bicep　a　squeeze。　〃Vhat　a　
stud。　You　know；　I　always　vanted　to　go　to　Ber…mooda。〃　

Nate　headed　aft　to　the　captain's　cabin；　stepping　over　the　prone　bodies　of　his　stoned；　drunk；　and　
half…asleep　shipmates。　Some　kid　from　his　world　religion　class　was　wearing　one　of　the　Charlotte's　
orange　life　vests　while　he　played　the　harmonica　and　sand　old　Neil　Young　tune：　

'helpless；　helpless；　helpless；　helpless。'　

Nate　was　creepily　reminded　of　the　movie　'Titanic'…　which　Blair　had　made　him　watch　not　once　but　
four　times…　right　before　the　boat　sinks。　

Charlie　and　Anthony　had　locked　themselves　into　the　cabin　and　were　sitting　cross…legged　on　the　
floor；　sharing　a　bong。　They'd　taken　off　their　shirts　and　were　trying　to　see　who　could　stick　their　
stomachs　out　the　farthest…　a　ridiculous　contest；　since　both　their　stomachs　were　so　flat　they　were　
verged　on　concave。　

〃Hey；〃　Anthony　greeted　Nate　〃We　were　wondering…　is　there　surfing　in　Bermuda？〃　

〃Because　we　should　have　brought　our　boards；'　Charlie　added。　

Nate　shook　his　head；　ignoring　them。　The　air　in　the　cabin　was　so　full　of　smoke　he　could　barely　read　
the　monitors。　From　what　he　could　tell；　though；　they　were　nearing　Cape　May；　which　meant　that　if　
they　traveled　at　a　normal　cruising　speed　in