gossip girl 7 英文-第21章

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sprawled　facedown　on　the　bed　under　the　duvet；　her　long　legs　spread　wide；　her　hair　hidden　
discreetly　under　a　pillow；　and　her　rather　large　feet　sticking　out　at　the　end　of　the　bed。　She　totally　
passed　for　a　guy。　Even　the　rumpled　little　gray　skirt　on　the　floor　could　easily　have　been　a　pair　of　
boxers。　

Serena　lifted　her　had　and　grinned　devilishly。　Blair　giggled　and　waved　her　back　into　place。　Then　
she　opened　the　door；　but　only　about　four　inches。　〃Now's　not　really　a　good　time；〃　she　whispered　
mysteriously。　


Nate　looked　disheveled　and　tired。　In　fact；　she　was　pretty　sure　he　was　wearing　exactly　the　same　
faded　black　T…shirt　and　khakis　that　he'd　been　wearing　when　she'd　left　his　house　the　afternoon　
before；　and　his　hair　was　definitely　dirty；　because　ethere　was　no　gold　highlights　in　it。　It　just　looked　
brown。　Also；　there　was　dark　brown　crap　between　his　teeth；　like　brownie　crumbs。　

Pr　pre…chewed　Oreos。　

〃I　need　to　take　a　shower；〃　Nate　yawned。　

〃Well；　you　can't　do　it　here。〃　Blair　insisted。　She　readjusted　her　bathrobe　to　insinuate　she　was　naked　
underneath。　Then　she　took　a　step　backward　so　Nate　could　see　into　the　room。　〃I'm　busy。〃　

She　watched　as　Nate's　gaze　traveled　from　the　gold…and…white…painted　door　across　the　golden　beige　
carpet　to　the　bed。　Two　nights　ago　she　would　have　grabbed　him　by　the　scruff　of　the　neck　and　hurled　
him　on　top　of　the　covers　so　she　could　ravage　his　ridiculously　hot　body　and　he　could　ravage　hers；　
just　like　they'd　been　doing　since　she　decided　to　go　all　the　way。　But　he　hadn't　called　her　in　two　
whole　days　and　he　really　needed　to　brush　his　teeth。　He'd　missed　his　chance。　

From　beneath　the　covers；　Serena　did　her　best　imitation　of　a　studly　postsex　snore。　Blair　clenched　
her　teeth　to　keep　from　smiling。　Actually　she　didn't　much　feel　like　smiling。　She　was　too　pissed　off　
at　Nate。　

Nate　pressed　his　palms　against　his　cheeks　like　he　was　trying　to　hold　his　face　together。　He'd　been　
counting　on　staying　with　Blair　tonight　a）　because　she　was　in　a　hotel　suite　and　it　would　be　
awesome　to　take　a　nice　hot　shower；　and　have　lots　of　sex；　take　a　bubble　bath；　order　tons　of　room　
service；　and　watch　movies　until　they　fell　asleep　in　each　others　arms；　b）　because　he　really　didn't　
want　to　go　home　and　endure　the　wrath　of　Admiral　Archibald。　He'd　definitely　be　grounded；　which　
meant　he　wouldn't　be　bale　to　go　out　at　all　for　the　rest　of　his　life；　and　he'd　probably　never　see　Blair　
again；　and　c）　because　he　was　fooling　around　with　Lexie　he'd　realized　that　he　really　didn't　enjoy　
kissing　anyone　but　Blair　anymore。　

Well；　maybe　he　should　have　thought　of　that；　like；　yesterday。　

Serena　kicked　her　foot　and　bellowed　through　her　nose　like　a　sleeping　elephant。　

Who　the　fuck　is　that　anyway？　Nate　was　dying　to　ask；　but　the　thought　of　knowing　who　it　was　made　
him　press　his　hands　against　his　face　even　harder。　His　gaze　shifted　back　to　Blair；　who　looked　like　
she　was　bored　with　whatever　game　they　were　playing。　

〃I　was　on　the　boat；〃　he　started　to　explain。　〃I　lost　my　phone。〃　Then　he　realized　that　didn't　really　
explain　anything。　

Sometimes　it　just　sucks　to　be　you；　doesn't　it？　


〃Go　home；　Nate；〃　Blair　dismissed　him。　〃Your　parents　are　looking　for　you。〃　

Nate　let　go　of　his　face；　stuffed　his　hands　into　his　pockets　and　took　a　step　backwards　towards　the　
elevators。　Chocolate　Oreo　gunk　was　smeared　on　the　crotch　of　his　pants。　He　was　a　mess。　〃You　
haven't　heard　anything　from　Yale　yet；　have　you？〃　he　asked　in　a　lame　effort　to　find　some　mon　
ground。　

〃No；〃　she　responded　coldly。　

Nate　waited　for　her　to　say　something　more　but　she　didn't。　Instead；　Blair　stretched　her　arms　over　
her　head　and　yawned　lazily；　like　she'd　been　having　so　much　sex　with　the　big；　hot；　studly　man　in　
her　bed　she　couldn't　even　talk。　

〃Why　don't　you　e…mail　me　or　something？〃　she　told　Nate；　and　reached　for　the　door　handle。　

As　if　she　and　Nate　ever　municated　by　e…mail。　

When　you　saw　someone　naked　every　day　for　hours　after　school；　it　was　hardly　necessary　to　e…mail　
them。　

The　corners　of　Nate's　mouth　drooped　like　he　was　about　to　cry。　Blair　wasn't　breaking　up　with　him　
officially…　she　never　did；　which　is　why　they'd　been　breaking　up　and　getting　back　together　on　and　
off　for　the　last　three　years。　But　that　was　before　they'd　bee　as　intimate　as　you　can　be　with　
someone；　and　now　there　was　some　random　guy　in　Blair's　bed。　〃Okay。　Have　a　good　day　at　school　
tomorrow。〃　

〃See　you；〃　Blair　closed　the　door　and　leaned　against　it。　〃He's　gone；〃　she　whispered。　

Serena　lifted　her　head　and　her　pale　blond　hair　cascaded　all　over　the　bed。　〃That　was　fun；〃　she　
observed；　but　the　way　she　said　it　made　it　sound　like　a　question。　

Blair　went　over　and　sat　down　on　the　end　of　the　bed。　〃Really　fun；〃　she　agreed　hollowly。　The　girls'　
eyes　met。　Neither　of　them　was　smiling。　

Then　Serena　giggles。　〃I　guess　it　would　have　been　more　fun　if　I'd　really　been　Stan　5。〃　

Blair　didn't　say　anything。　She'd　basically　just　broken　up　with　Nate…　again…　after　passing　up　a　
perfectly　good　opportunity　to　fool　around　with　a　boy　who　could　very　well　get　her　into　Yale。　Well；　
one　thing　was　for　sure：　She　wasn't　about　to　let　Stan　5　get　away。　

Serena　threw　back　the　covers　and　grabbed　the　leather　bound　room　service　menu　from　beside　the　
table。　〃Let's　order　filet　mignons　and　French　fries　and　beer　and　watch　old　movies！〃　

She'd　always　been　an　expert　at　changing　the　subject。　


Blair　scooted　her　feet　up　underneath　her　and　reached　for　the　TV　remote。　There　might　be　an　Audrey　
Hepburn　movie　on　TCM　or　AMC。　She　flicked　through　the　channels　hopefully。　Aha！　'My　Fair　
Lady'。　Well；　at　least　that　was　something。　

Serena　lit　a　Merit　Ultra　Light；　took　a　puff；　and　then　stuck　it　in　Blair's　mouth。　The　n　she　picked　up　
the　phone　massaging　Blair's　shoulders　as　she　ordered　nearly　everything　on　the　Plaza　Hotel's　room　
service　menu。　

Maybe　life　sucked　for　some　people；　but　Serena　wouldn't　let　it　suck　for　them。　

TWO　DOORS　DOWN；　A　SUITE　GETS　TRASHED　

Just　down　the　hall；　in　an　even　bigger　suite；　Dan；　Jenny；　two　members　of　the　Raves；　and　a　very　tan　
French　girl　were　lounging　round　smoking　cigars　that　had　been　FedExed　to　the　room　from　Cuba　
that　day。　The　whole　room　was　filled　with　ripped…open　FedEx　boxes：　Peaches　from　Georgia；　
candles　from　France；　Vodka　from　Finland；　strong　brown　ale　from　Ireland；　breadsticks　from　Italy；　
shower　gel　from　LA；　and　extra…sharp　cheddar　cheese　from　Vermont。　

As　if　you　couldn't　buy　all　of　the　above　in　the　city　that　has　everything。　

Lloyd　asked　the　concierge　to　send　up　more　bathrobes；　and　one　by　one　they　all　removed　their　
clothes　and　donned　robes。　Jenny　wasn't　quite　sure　what　to　do　with　her　pants　and　shirt；　and　it　was　
nearly　impossible　to　hide　her　bra；　because　the　bathrobe　had　the　troublesome　habit　of　popping　
outward　in　the　cleavage　area。　She　decided　to　stuff　her　clothes　into　the　gold…and…white　vanity　
cupboard　under　the　bathroom　sink　and　cinched　the　belt　of　the　bathrobe　as　tight　as　it　would　go　
before　stepping　out　into　the　suite　once　more。　

〃Have　a　peach；〃　Damian　offered　in　his　adorable　Irish　accent。　He　pulled　one　of　the　perfectly　
ripened　fruit　out　of　the　box　and　held　it　up。　He'd　changed　into　a　robe；　and　Jenny　wondered　if　he　
was　still　wearing　his　underwear。　The　thought　made　her　cheeks　turn　red　and　her　bathrobe　pop　open　
once　more。　Damian　patted　the　seat　cushion　of　the　gold　damask　loveseat　he　was　sitting　on。　〃e；　
sit　down。　Eat　one　of　these　and　then　show　me　how　badly　you　can　kick　my　ass　at　Terminator。〃　


Jenny　glanced　at　the　selection　of　PlayStation　games　on　the　coffee　table。　Kick　his　ass？　She'd　never　
played　a　video　game　in　her　life。　

〃Or　would　you　prefer　something　more　refined；　like　a　fine　Italian　breadstick？〃　Lloyd　asked　from　
the　sofa　on　the　other　side　of　the　coffee　table。　He　drummed　two　breadsticks　on　his　knees。　〃They're　
excellent　with　ale。　Just　dunk；〃　he　explained；　dipping　an　entire　breadstick　into　a　bottle　of　Irish　ale；　
〃and　munch。〃　Then　he　patted　the　seat　cushion　next　to　him　just　like　Damian　had　done。　〃Try　it。〃　

Unable　to　decide　between　which　guy　was　cuter；　Jenny　sliced　a　tiny　piece　of　cheddar　cheese　of　the　
huge　brick　of　it　on　the　coffee　table　and　knelt　down　on　the　floor。　Monique　was　sitting　on　the　floor　
too；　smoking　a　hand…rolled　cigarette　and　reading　a　French　magazine　and　looking　bored　because　
Dan　had　gone　to　the　bathroom　to　shower　and　change　into　his　robe。　

〃Ooh　la　la；　I　just　realized　who　you　are！〃　Monique　squealed；　ashing　on　the　floor　in　her　excitement。　
〃You're　zee　model　in　zee　fantastique　W　pages。　I　love　zohze　photos。　And　zat　blond　girl…　so　
beautiful；　non？〃　

〃Well；　you're　even　prettier；〃　Jenny　responded　shyly；　thrilled　to　be　recognized。　She　wished　she　had　
a　cool　French　accent　like　Monique's。　Everything　sounded　so　much　cooler　with　an　accent。　

Dan　came　out　of　the　bathroom　with　his　hip　hop　clothes　all　wadded　up　under　his　arm。　No　wtaht　he　
was　de…puked　and　sobered　up　a　little；　he　was　tempted　to　chuck　the　clothes　out　the　window。　

〃Hey　man；　you　never　told　us　your　sister　was　a　bloody　fashion　model；〃　Damian　said。　

〃If　bloody　Monique　is　impressed；　she　must　be　pretty　fucking　huge；〃　Lloyd　agreed。　

Boys。　Give　them　some　strong　Irish　ale　and　all　of　a　sudden　they　have　British　accents