gossip girl 7 英文-第19章

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〃No；　she　ahs　to　go　home；〃　Dan　slurred。　〃It's　late。〃　He　glanced　around　the　club　with　bleary　eyes。　
〃Isn't　it？〃　


Well　his　outfit　was　definitely　tired。　
Little　sister　lesson　number　two：　Don't　even　think　about　telling　her　what　to　do。　
〃No　way；〃　Jenny　corrected　her　brother。　〃I　am　so　ing。〃　
Damian　slid　down　the　fireman's　pole　and　bounded　up　to　them。　He'd　changed　into　an　olive　green　


tracksuit　with　the　words　JUICE　ME　smeared　on　the　butt　in　white　paint。　〃Ready　to　ruckus；　yeah？〃　


he　demanded；　clapping　Dan　and　Lloyd　on　their　backs。　
Monique　flashed　him　a　sweet　I'm…only…tolerating…you…because…you're…famous　sort　of　smile　and　
hooked　her　arm　possessively　through　Dan's。　


Lloyd　grabbed　Jenny　and　squashed　her　into　sort　of　a　three…way　bear　hug　with　Damian。　〃Damian；　


meet　Jennifer。　Jennifer；　meet　Damian。〃　
Jenny　was　so　excited；　it　was　a　good　thing　Lloyd　was　hugging　her　so　tightly　or　she　would　have　
collapsed　on　the　floor。　Damian　made　an　exaggerated　delighted　gasping　sound；　like　an　overly　gay　
man　discovering　the　cutest　little　doggie　raincoat　he'd　ever　seen。　Then　he　kissed　Jenny　on　the　tip　of　
her　nose。　


So　maybe　he　wasn't　Serena's　new　boyfriend。　


〃Why　don't　Danny　and　Monique　take　the　limo？　The　rest　of　us　can　squeeze　into　a　cab？〃　Damian　
offered。　
〃I　could　sit　on　someone's　lap；〃　Jenny　volunteered。　
〃Of　course　you　can；〃　said　Lloyd。　
〃Of　course　you　can；〃　Damian　agreed。　
Of　course　she　can。　



AIN'T　NOBODY　HERE　BUT　US　CHICKENS　

〃I　take　more　APs　than　anyone　else　in　my　class；　and　I　have　an　A　average；〃　Blair　plained。　

〃Then　you　should　have　applied　early　admission；〃　Stan　5　advised。　

〃But　you　don't　understand。　I　kissed　my　interviewer；〃　Blair　whispered　loudly；　sounding　like　a　
broken　record。　〃My　college　advisor　said　there　was　no　way　she'd　take　me　early。〃　

Stan　5　shrugged。　〃Smaller　pool　of　applicants。　Better　chance　to　shine。〃　

Blair　gritted　her　teeth　to　hold　back　a　volley　of　expletives。　She'd　planned　on　applying　to　Yale　early　
admission　since　she　was　thirteen　years　old。　Why　had　she　listened　to　clueless；　bloody…nosed；　
wig…wearing　Ms。　Glos　and　not　trusted　her　instincts？　And　why　hadn't　she　met　Stan　5　like；　a　year　
ago；　when　he　could　have　been　really　useful？　

They　were　lying　on　their　stomachs　on　the　double　bed　in　the　room　Stan　5's　grandfather　kept　for　him；　
and　had　already　thumbed　through　every　Yale　catalog　since　1947；　laughing　at　the　clothes　people　
wore　and　the　corny　phrases　underneath　the　photos。　Things　like；　〃Here's　looking　at　you　kid！〃　and　
〃Ain't　nobody　here　but　us　chickens！〃　The　room　was　decorated　with　Yale　paraphernalia：　Yale　swim　
team　pennants；　Stan　III's　B。A。　in　English　and　dramatic　arts；　a　New　Haven　newspaper　article　
featuring　Stan　III　as　one　of　Yale's　most　gifted　young　actors；　and　a　yellow　card　from　the　Yale　
University　registrar　listing　every　semester　old　Stan　had　made　the　dean's　list。　

〃It　looks　like　your　grandfather's　whole　life；〃　Blair　observed。　Her　shoes　where　half　on；　half　off；　and　
she　bounced　them　up　and　down　on　the　ends　of　her　toes。　

Stan　5　rolled　over　and　looked　at　the　ceiling。　〃Yeah；〃　he　answered　hollowly。　

Blair　wasn't　sure　why　he　sounded　so　bummed。　After　all；　Yale　was　her　whole　life　too；　but　she　was　
the　one　still　stuck　on　the　wait　list。　

Stan　5　reached　out　and　twirled　a　strand　of　Blair's　dark　hair　around　his　finger。　〃We　should　stop　
talking　about　this；〃　he　told　her　letting　the　twirl　go；　〃Or　you're　going　to　get　serisouly　depressed。〃　

〃But…〃　Blair　started　to　say。　Exactly　when　were　they　going　to　devise　a　plan　to　get　her　into　Yale？　

Stan　5　rolled　over　and　grabbed　her　arms；　pulling　her　toward　him。　〃We　should　stop　talking　period；〃　
he　said；　his　eyes　hungrily　searching　her　face。　〃Like　I　said；　my　grandfather　and　I　are　really　close。　
So　don't　worry　about　getting　in；　okay？〃　


This　was　the　part　in　the　movie　where　the　music　was　supposed　to　slow　down；　heads　were　supposed　
to　meet；　and　boy　and　girl　were　supposed　to　kiss　so　passionately　that　their　clothes　would　wind　up　in　
a　pile　on　the　floor　while　the　windows　steamed　up。　Stan　5　was　going　to　get　her　into　Yale！　But　for　
some　reason…　maybe　it　was　the　quantity　of　Yale　paraphernalia　on　the　walls　and　all　over　the　floor；　
or　maybe　it　was　because　she'd　drunk　four　glasses　of　champagne　at　a　party　she　hadn't　been　invited　
to；　or　maybe　it　was　because　kissing　any　other　boy　other　than　Nate　felt　truly　naughty…　Blair　couldn't　
manage　to　close　her　eyes　and　kiss　Stanford　Parris　V。　All　she　could　do　was　snort　and　giggle　like　a　
twelve…year…old。　

She　pushed　him　away；　snorting　and　giggling　so　hard　she　chocked。　

〃What？〃　Stan　5　asked；　pushing　himself　up　on　his　elbows。　His　blond　hair　fell　into　his　eyes　and　he　
pushed　it　away。　

Blair　snorted　again。　She　felt　giddy　and　confused　and　very　much　in　need　of　a　little　girl　talk　with　
Serena。　〃I　don't　know。〃　She　got　up　and　jammed　her　feet　into　her　shoes。　〃Um；　I　have　to　go　find　
someone。　Maybe　I'll　see　you　later？〃　

Stan　5　seemed　to　enjoy　how　hot　and　bothered　she　was。　He　grinned　cockily　at　her　and　raised　his　
blond　eyebrows。　〃Maybe。〃　

As　she　left　the　room；　Blair　tried　to　pull　herself　together。　

Not　maybe。　Definitely。　

THE　WOMEN　ARE　SMARTER　

〃I　never　really　thought　of　Hamlet　as　a　tragedy　per　se；〃　Serena　found　herself　telling　Stanford　Parris　

III。　She'd　only　skimmed　Hamlet　when　they　had　to　write　an　essay　on　it　for　English　class；　but　she'd　
always　been　an　excellent　bullshit　artist。　Even　without　reading　every　word　she'd　noticed　that　
Hamlet　reminded　her　of　Dan　Humphrey；　who　she'd　hooked　up　with　earlier　in　the　fall。　So　woeful　

and　neurotic。　〃I　mean；　all　he　needed　was　a　little　Zoloft　or　something　and　he's　probably　have　
conquered　all　of　Scandinavia　and　had；　like；　a　wife　in　every　country。〃　

Well；　hello；　Miss　I　Know　All　There　Is　To　Know　About　Shakespeare。　

Mr。　Parris　nodded。　〃Wellbutrin。　That's　what　I　take。〃　

Like　she　really　needed　to　know　that。　

〃I　like　reading；〃　Serena　went　on；　pletely　bemused　by　what　was　ing　out　of　her　mouth。　〃As　
long　as　I　have　nothing　else　to　do；〃　she　corrected　herself。　

Which　was　almost　never。　

〃I　guess　that's　the　trouble　I'm　going　to　have；　you　know；　with　picking　a　major？　I　won't　be　able　to　
decide　between　English　and　drama。〃　She　smiled　and　pulled　her　short　skirt　demurely　over　her　
knees。　

Since　when　is　the　cities　biggest　party　girl　worried　about　her　major？　

〃Elementary；　my　dear。　That's　why　they　invented　the　double　major！〃　Mr。　Parris　snapped　his　
suspenders；　obviously　delighted　with　the　opportunity　to　divulge　his　vast　wisdom　to　a　young　girl　of　
such　extraordinary　beauty　and　intelligence。　

All　of　a　sudden　Blair　burst　into　the　room；　dressed　a　little　too　sexily　for　an　academic　gathering　and　
wearing　the　Yale　pendant　her　mother　had　ordered　from　Cartier　for　baby　Yale。　Serena　had　never　
seen　her　best　friend　look　so　bizarre。　

〃Thank　God　I　found　you！〃　Blair　babbled　breathlessly。　She　glanced　at　Mr。　Parris。　〃Sorry　for　
interrupting；　sir；　but　this　is　an　emergency！〃　

Serena　could　always　tell　when　Blair　was　up　to　something　or　was　just　plain　freaking　out；　because　
her　nostrils　flared　like　a　wild　animal　and　she　forgot　to　blink。　Right　now　she　looked　like　a　squirrel　
with　rabies。　Serena　stood　up　and　shook　Mr。　Paris's　hand。　〃It　was　truly　a　pleasure　talking　to　you；　Mr。　
Paris。〃　

Mr。　Parris　bent　down　and　kissed　her　hand。　〃The　pleasure　is　entirely　mine。〃　

Blair　coughed。　Of　course　Serena　had　pletely　enchanted　the　old　man；　which　was　totally　unfair　
because　Blair　was　the　one　who　actually　needed　to　enchant　him；　〃This　really　is　an　emergency；〃　she　
blurted　impatiently。　

Not　exactly　enchanting。　


〃Okay；　I'm　ing；〃　Serena　murmured。　She　looped　her　arm　through　Blair's　and　Blair　dragged　her　t　

o　the　front　hall　and　pushed　the　button　for　the　elevator。　〃Where　are　we　going　anyway？〃　Serena　
demanded　as　the　elevator　doors　rolled　open。　
〃The　Plaza！〃　Blair　squealed；　dragging　her　inside。　
And　it'd　probably　safe　to　say　they　weren't　going　to　discuss　Shakespeare　once　they　got　there。　


AND　YOU　THOUGHT　ANDY　WARHOL　WAS　DEAD　

Vanessa　and　Beverly　walked　up　an　enclosed　ramp　that　led　into　the　warehouse　space　in　
Williamsburg　where　Beverly's　friends'　party　was　taking　place。　Vanessa　could　hear　music　ing　
from　inside…　something　airy　and　rhythmic　that　might　have　been　Bjork；　although　she　wasn't　sure。　A　
woman　pushed　open　the　black　metal　door　at　the　top　of　the　ramp　and　stomped　past　wearing　a　
yellow　bandana　in　her　hair；　black　knee　socks；　and　fluorescent　yellow　clogs。　She　looked　like　she'd　
been　crying；　and　was　cradling　her　left　hand　against　her　chest。　

〃Hey；　Bethene；〃　Beverly　called　to　her　as　she　stomped　away。　

〃What　are　those？〃　Vanessa　peered　into　a　bucket　of　what　she　hoped　were　very　well　produced　
stuffed　animals；　sitting　on　the　floor　halfway　up　the　ramp。　

〃Kittens；〃　Beverly　replied；　as　if　no　further　explanation　was　required。　

The　ramp　seemed　to　be　fashioned　as　a　sort　of　display；　and　was　scattered　with　random　art　objects。　
Besides　the　bucket　of　kittens　was　a　life　sized　wax　figure　of　Santa　Claus　carrying　a　huge　
see…through　plastic　sack　full　of　naked　Barbie　dolls　with　their　heads　missing。　At　Santa's　face　was　a　
lava　lamp　with　real…looking　eyeballs　floating　around　inside　it。　The　ramp　was