gossip girl 12 终结- 第27部分

Serena　glanced　up　at　the　entrance　again。　If　she　didn’t　e　in　five　minutes；　she　was　leaving。

That　won’t　be　necessary。

Sweeping　into　the　bar；　not　bothering　to　take　off　her　oversize　Louis　Vuitton　sunglasses；　was　Blair。　She　wore　a　dark　pair　of　skinny　jeans　and　an　oversize　black　sweater；　looking　like　a　more　glamorous　version　of　Katie　Holmes。

“Blair！”　Serena　called；　standing　up　and　waving　wildly。　Blair　flicked　her　eyes　to　Serena’s　corner；　as　if　she　were　pletely　uninterested　or　unimpressed　to　see　her　there。

Blair　put　her　hands　on　her　hips　and　glared　at　her　former　friend。　What　the　fuck　was　Serena　doing　here？　First　Nate；　now　this？　That　was　it；　she　was　never　ing　back　to　New　York　after　this　trip。　She’d　have　bagels　FedExed　to　her　in　New　Haven　and　deal　with　the　Barneys　at　The　Grove　when　she　visited　her　mom　in　LA。　She　could　probably　go　through　the　rest　of　her　life　never　ing　to　the　city　again。

“What　are　you　doing　here？”　Blair　finally　asked。　She　felt　like　hell。　She’d　barely　slept　last　night。　Chuck　had　been　true　to　his　word　and　had　picked　her　up　for　brunch。　It　might　have　been　fun—Chuck　had　ridiculous　stories　about　life　at　Deep　Springs；　and　had　done　his　best　to　avoid　the　topic　of　Nate—but　Blair　had　been　hungover　and　shaky　and　tired。　She’d　been　napping　on　and　off　all　afternoon。　She　probably　looked　like　hell；　too。　She　was　still　wearing　the　same　jeans…and…sweater　bination　she’d　been　wearing　last　night；　but　no　way　did　she　want　to　go　back　to　her　own　hotel　room　and　take　the　chance　of　running　into　Nate　or　Pete。　She　was　sure　they　were　both　gone　by　now—long　gone。　But　just　in　case。

“I　wanted　to　see　you。　Please　sit　down？”　Serena　begged。　Blair　paused；　but　then　reluctantly　slid　onto　a　leather　ottoman　opposite　Serena。

“What　is　it？”　Blair　snapped。

Serena　took　a　deep　breath。　At　first　she　wanted　to　tell　Blair　everything：　that　she’d　been　burned　by　Nate；　that　she　hadn’t　been　able　to　stop　thinking　about　Dan　Humphrey　for　two　days；　and　that；　most　important；　she　was　going　to　Yale。　But　she　didn’t　know　where　to　begin。

“Vodka　soda？”　the　server　said；　plunking　a　tumbler　on　top　of　a　pink　star…shaped　coaster。　“And　what　would　your　friend　like？”

“Nothing。”　Blair　impatiently　waved　the　server　away　with　her　hand。　“You　came　to　tell　me　something？”　Blair　asked　pointedly；　as　if　she　were　conducting　a　job　interview　with　someone　who　had　absolutely　no　shot　in　hell　of　getting　the　position。

“Look；　I　know　you’re　mad　at　me。　I’m　sorry。　I　hate　how　we　fight。　It’s　so　pointless。　And　I　wanted　you　to　know—I’m　ing　to　Yale　next　fall；”　Serena　blurted。　“We’ll　be　at　the　same　school　again—without　Mrs。　McLean　watching　us！”　she　joked；　hoping　Blair　would　laugh；　remembering　their　Talbots　pantsuit–loving　former　headmistress。　Blair　just　raised　her　eyebrow　and　sighed。

The　sound　track　at　the　bar　suddenly　changed　to　a　cheesy　pop　song；　reminding　Serena　of　how　much　fun　the　two　of　them　used　to　have；　back　when　they　would　dance　around　her　bedroom　until　they　collapsed　in　a　tired　heap　on　top　of　each　other。　Back　before　Nate　came　between　them。　Serena　managed　a　watery　smile。　“Can’t　we　be　friends？”　she　asked　finally。

Blair　stared　into　Serena’s　large　blue　eyes；　which　looked　so　innocent　and　pleading。　They’d　had　so　many　fights；　followed　by　so　many　teary　makeup　sessions。　For　a　moment；　Blair　wanted　to　throw　her　arms　around　Serena　and　tell　her　everything　would　be　okay；　that　they　would　always　be　friends。　But　that　wasn’t　exactly　true。　Everything　wasn’t　okay。　Serena　had　stolen　Nate；　had　cost　her　Pete；　and　now　wanted　to　e　to　Yale—and　who　knew　what　she　would　do　once　she　got　there？

Blair　stood　up。　Maybe　forgiveness　had　worked　in　the　past；　but　she　had　to　move　forward。　And　her　future　had　no　place　for　Serena。　Serena　had　taken　Nate　from　her　and　now　that　she’d　already　lost　him；　she　wanted　to　take　Yale。　She　could　have　it。　Blair　wasn’t　going　to　be　around　to　watch。

“Actually；　I’m　going　abroad　next　year；　so　we　won’t　really　see　each　other。”　She　slung　her　Chloé　hobo　bag　over　her　shoulder。　“’Bye！”　she　called；　not　bothering　to　look　back。

Au　revoir…

III

　



hey　people！

a　note　to　all　you　study　abroaders

We　know　who　you　are。　We　can　hear　and　smell　you　from　a　mile　away。　You’re　the　guys　and　girls　who　pronounce　everything　with　a　slightly　clipped　British　accent；　like　Madonna；　or　roll　your　r’s　even　when　you’re　speaking　English。　You’re　the　ones　talking　about　how　the　siesta　really　suits　you；　or　how　a　glass　of　wine　with　lunch　really　calms　the　nerves。　You’re　the　ones　who　won’t　shut　up　about　how　much　better　your　adopted　country　is—even　though　you’ve　spent　most　of　your　first　semester　getting　drunk　with　fellow　study　abroaders　and　you　can　only　say　one　sentence　in　the　language　of　your　host　country：　“Where’s　the　bathroom？”　or　“toilet；”　as　they　say　in　the　U。K。

Don’t　get　me　wrong—I　understand　the　appeal　of　your　international　environs。　Take　a　look　at　B。　Even　though　a　bevy　of　well…bred　British　boys　have　been　following　her　through　the　medieval　streets　of　Oxford；　she’s　been　spotted　drinking　pints　and　sharing　snogs　with　a　fellow　American…　a　very　familiar　one。　Is　it　just　me；　or　are　American　boys　that　much　sexier　when　they　go　abroad？

on　the　home　front

I　haven’t　forgotten　about　all　of　you　who　stayed　stateside。　My　first　subject：　S；　current　cause　célèbre　at　Yale。　Sadly　for　the　Yale　drama　club　and　all　the　other　school　societies　eager　to　claim　her　as　a　member；　she’s　practically　a　part…time　student；　hopping　on　the　Metro　North　every　Thursday　afternoon　after　Moral　Philosophy　class。　Her　destination？　The　Upper　West　Side；　where　she　spends　most　of　her　time　holed　up　with　D。　Those　two　only　venture　out　occasionally；　blissfully　disheveled；　for　pancakes　and　coffee　on　Sunday　mornings。　Boring　couple　alert！

Meanwhile；　V　has　been　keeping　a　low　profile　at　her　Williamsburg　loft；　occasionally　emerging　to　walk　her　adorable　dog。　Whatever　happened　to　that　filmmaker　boyfriend　of　hers？　It’s　an　awfully　big　apartment　for　just　one　person。　N　has　been　spotted　out　at　Deep　Springs；　his　eyes　glittering　for　one　girl　only…　a　newborn　albino　calf　named　Gertie。　Or　perhaps　I　should　refer　to　her　as　Baby　G？　Finally；　little　J　is　back　in　the　city　for　the　holidays；　last　seen　lunching　at　Balthazar　and　poring　over　college　catalogs　with　her　dark…haired；　violet…eyed　boarding　school　friend。　Is　our　little　J　all　grown　up？　All　I　can　say　is；　boarding　school　has　been　very　good　to　her。

your　e…mail

q：　Dear　Gossip　Girl；

So；　I’m　a　freshman　and　when　I　got　my　housing　assignment　last　August；　I　was　thrilled　to　find　out　I　was　rooming　with　S。　As　in；　the　famous　S。　But　she’s　never　around；　and　when　she　is；　all　she　does　is　read　philosophy　and　have　sappy　convos　on　her　cell　with　her　boyfriend。　Isn’t　she　supposed　to　be　the　dancing…on…tables　life…of…the…party？　What　happened？

—roomie

a：　Dear　Roomie；

It’s　called　acting　far　beyond　her　years；　because　she’s　all　boring　and　married。　Hopefully　she’ll　grow　out　of　it　soon　and　will　start　having　fun　with　the　rest　of　us。　Or　at　least　attempting　to　entertain　us　again。

—GG

sightings

J　piled　in　a　car　with　S　and　D。　Destination：　Providence；　Rhode　Island。　Can’t　believe　she’s　ready　to　tour　colleges！…　B　being　picked　up　at　Logan　Airport　in　Boston　by　her　gay　dad；　H；　his　new　husband；　and　her　adopted　stepbrother　and　sister。　What　a　beautiful；　accepting　family！…　N　at　Grand　Central；　drinking　a　large　coffee　and　glancing　wistfully　at　the　clock　in　the　center　of　the　station。　Headed　somewhere；　or　just　remembering　the　road　not　taken？…　V　walking　her　chow…poodle　mix　around　Williamsburg；　watching　all　the　hipster　couples　holding　hands。　Lonely　much？

college　confidential

For　most　of　us；　the　exhausting　process　of　choosing　a　college　is　in　our　distant　past。　But　for　those　of　you　using　the　holiday　break　to　plan　your　future；　here’s　a　helpful　hint：　College　tours　never　give　an　accurate　representation　of　what　your　experience　will　be　like。　You　may　never　even　set　foot　in　that　fabulous　science　library　or　use　the　multimillion…dollar　athletic　plex。　But　you　do　have　to　make　friends。　My　advice：　Go　on　a　tour　of　your　own　and　see　what—or　who—you　e　across。

You　know　you　love　me；

gossip　girl

an　almost　missed　connection

“This　is　the　John　Hay　Library；”　Naomi；　Nate’s　tour　guide　at　Brown；　explained；　stopping　in　front　of　a　large　Gothic　building　in　the　chilly　late…December　afternoon。　The　aged　brick　buildings　of　the　Brown　campus　looked　stately　in　the　crisp　winter　air　and　there　was　a　light　dusting　of　snow　on　the　campus　green。　“It　houses　our　collection　of　rare　books。　Most　students　prefer　to　study　at　the　John　D。　Rockefeller　library；　which　we　call　the　Rock；”　Naomi　continued　with　a　smile。　She　was　a　pixieish　junior　with　spiky　short　brown　hair　who　majored　in　feminist　dance；　and　had　proudly　explained　that　Brown　allowed　its　undergrads　to　design　their　own　major。　Back　in　high　school；　Nate　had　thought　designing　a　major　seemed　cool；　but　now　it　seemed　sort　of　dumb。　What　was　feminist　dance；　anyway？

I’m　sure　he　could　get　a　private　lesson。

“They　say　rubbing　the　nose　of　the　John　Hay　statue　brings　good　luck。”　Naomi　rolled　her　eyes　as　if　to　show　how　ridiculous　she　thought　the　tradition　was。　It　didn’t　stop　several　students　from　dipping　away　from　the　group　to　forcefully　rub　the　sculpture；　determined　to　increase　their　chances　of　admission。

Nate　sighed。　He’d　been　at　Deep　Springs　for　the　last　year；　but　the　college　was　only　a　two…year　program。　Afterward；　students　transferred　to　schools　like　Harvard；　Dartmouth；　Yale；　or　Brown；　which　Nate　had　always　heard　was　the　most　flexible　and　mellow　of　all　the　Ivies。　But　no　matter　how　laid…back　Brown　was；　after　living　on　a　farm　with　thirty　dudes；　going　to　an　actual　university　was　going　to　be　a　giant　jolt　to　the　system。

“Let’s　keep　going！　I　can’t　wait　to　show　you　the　science　library！”　Naomi　trilled；　walking　backward。　Nate　tried　not　to　groan。　The　more　he　heard；　the　less　he　felt　like　he　belonged　anywhere。

He　jammed　his　hands　in　the　pockets　of　his　khakis。　It　was　just　a　few　days　after　Christmas；　and　the　Brown　campus　was　practically　deserted。　Nate　looked　around　dazedly；　trying　to　place　himself　here；　but　he　couldn’t。

As　he　approached　the　campus　gates；　he　noticed　a　pretty　girl　in　a　bright　red　coat；　squinting　at　the　campus　map。　She　was　obviously　lost。　Something　about　her　made　Nate　want　to　go　over　and　help　her；　and　he　found　himself　stepping　away　from　the　group。

As　he　got　closer；　he　took　in　the　girl’s　long；　curly　brown　hair　and　milky　white　skin。　It　was　Jennifer　Humphrey；　the　sweet；　big…chested　freshman　he’d　hooked　up　with　senior　year！

Jenny　squinted　up　at　the　map　of　the　Brown　campus。　She’d　e　to　Providence　to　tour　RISD；　where　she’d　applied　back　in　November；　but　Brown　was　right　next　door；　and　she　figured　she　might　as　well　look　around。　If　she　could　ever　find　anything。　It　looked　a　lot　like　Waverly—the　snow…covered　green；　the　oversize　brick　buildings；　the　occasional　preppie…boho　student　who　crossed　her　path—except　bigger。　She　felt　a　tap　on　her　shoulder　and　turned　to　find　herself　looking　up　into　a　familiar　pair　of　glittering　green　eyes。

“Nate？”　she　squeaked；　her　voice　going　up　an　octave。　“I　mean；　Nate；”　she　repeated；　trying　to　sound　like　the　mature　and　collected　eighteen…year…old　she　was。　Or　would　be；　if　she　hadn’t　just　been