understood what they were about to do。 The two girls smiled； their heads drawing nearer and
nearer to each other； as if in slow motion。
？You know you love me；？ they murmured in unison before their lips met in a kiss。
The room grew noticeably silent as everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to stare；
but the two girls kept on kissing。 Was this some sort of gag； everyone wondered； some final senior
hoax？
Maybe。 Or maybe not。
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Disclaimer： All the real names of places； people； and events have been altered or abbreviated to
protect the innocent。 Namely； me。
hey people！
Good morning； graduates！
Didn？t you think your face looked a wee bit different this morning？or afternoon； I should say；
since none of us even went to bed until this morning？ Yesterday was sort of surreal； but yes； it
really did happen。 We did it； and now we？redone 。
The days are short and the nights are very； very long
It？s Tuesday afternoon？almost evening； really？and here I am still in bed。 First thing I did when I
woke up？ Tossed my graduation outfit in the back of my closet and tossed my
never…to…be…worn…again school uniforms down my building？s garbage chute。 I then thought about
making plicated plans to take a bunch of friends out to the beach in Sag Harbor in my
exquisite new European…import car。 But then I changed my mind。 There？s absolutely no hurry。 We
can do that tomorrow； or the next day； or the next。 So I ordered up breakfast from E。A。T。； climbed
back into bed； and here I am still； utterly content。 I？m going to stay here for at least another half
hour？until it？s time to get ready to go out again。 Forget frolicking in the sun all day？you have to
get up early for that。 Summer is really about those long； long nights out！
Yale club adopts new party policy
Twelve hours later and they？re still scraping people off the oriental carpets in the lounge and
tucking them into cabs。 After last night？s mix of topless girls； boys in human pyramids； girls
making out with girls； boys making out with boys； the disappearance of the Yale flag that hangs
over the club？s front door； and guests plaining about the insanely loud music and cigarette
smoke； the club simply had to do something。 From now on； Yale Club members are wele to
throw parties； but only for other Yale Club members and their families。 No outside guests allowed。
Sounds like a certain Yale…bound threesome had better stay on good terms if they ever want to
have any fun there again。
Looks like it？s gonna be a summer of love
B＋S
V＋D
D＋ himself
V＋ herself
S＋ herself
J＋ some random but hot Czech artist who doesn？t speak English
N＋ himself
B＋ LordM ？and herself； of course
But that just raises more questions
AreS andB friends now； or lovers？ Does that mean the old hot…tub rumor is actually true？
WillN survive his summer of hard work and piety in the Hamptons； especially withoutB andS ？
WillV get theBreakfast at Fred？s cinematography job？ How will she tolerate the film？s madman
director？
AreV andD actually together now？ If so； will they last through the summer and beyond？
WillD learn to drive his vintage Buick； or will his hands be too sweaty to hold the wheel？
WillB really go to England to visit her handsome lord？ Will she e back wearing a crown？
Will she e back at all？
WillS make Audrey Hepburn look like an amateur？ More importantly； who will be her leading
man？
Will we still hear aboutJ ； even when she？s off in Europe？ And what about when she？s at
boarding school？ ？
Undoubtedly； you？ll hear everything about everyone。 I？ve never been very good at withholding
information！
Not fade away
In case you？re wondering： I may have just graduated； and I may be off to college in the fall； but
I？m definitely not going to burn out or fade away。 There？s too much to talk about。 There always
will be。？
You know you love me。
gossip girl
S has rendered party school totally useless
？So just drink some coffee and read poetry quietly to yourself； okay； Dad？？ Jenny Humphrey
pleaded with her uncooperative father； Rufus； as they stood in front of the dapper wrought…iron
gates of Hanover Academy； just outside the quaint and lovely town of Hanover； New Hampshire。
After appearing semiclothed on the Internet and in the pages of various fashion magazines； and
colluding with post…college…age rock stars in their suite at the Plaza Hotel； Jenny had been given
an ultimatum by Mrs。 McLean； headmistress of Constance Billard。 She had to stop making
headlines and finish up her freshman year at Constance behaving like the demure school girl she
was supposed to be or she？d have to find some other school to attend in the fall。 Jenny had taken
this as a challenge and wound up spending an entire weekend with the Raves in the lead
guitarist？s Bedford Street town house。 She？d even recorded a song with them！ The following
Monday； Mrs。 McLean and everyone else in the city had read all about it in the gossip columns。
Say good…bye to Constance Billard and hello to ？boarding school！
Now it was the following Monday and Jenny had taken the day off from school to look at
Hanover； the famously wild and crazy boarding school of her dreams。 Hanover was where party
girl extraordinaire Serena van der Woodsen had gone for two years before getting kicked out last
October； and Jenny imagined that Serena had never been replaced。 Well； hereshe was to replace
her。 She was going to bring Hanover to new heights of infamy； and if； for some reason？which was
hard to imagine？Hanover didn？t appeal to her； or worse； didn？t accept her； she would also visit the
Croton School。 Croton was only an hour and a half away from the city； in Croton Falls； New York；
and according to all the prep school guidebooks Jenny had been reading； it was almost as wild as
Hanover。
？I might get a haircut； too；？ Rufus replied； sounding chipper。 His wiry salt…and…pepper hair was
pulled back into a straggly ponytail held by a rainbow…colored twist…tie that had e on a bag of
flaxseed bagels from the Whole Foods near their Upper West Side apartment building。 To go with
his fancy hairstyle； Rufus was wearing a red…and…white checked Western…style snap…up…the…front
short…sleeved shirt； heavy brown canvas Carhartt work shorts； and scuffed beige suede
Birkenstock clogs with black wool socks。
Nothing like the country to bring out one？s sense of fashion。
？Oh。 Good。？ Jenny tried not to get too excited。 The last time Rufus had gotten his hair
cut？sometime around her thirteenth birthday？he had gone to a Lower East Side salon popular with
drag queens and gotten bangs with purple streaks in them。 ？So； I？ll just go on my tour and meet
you at that place in town；？ she added； referring to the bookstore caf？ they？d passed on the way
through the town of Hanover。 The campus was a mile…and…a…half walk from town along a nice
tree…lined path。 It would be reassuring to have that distance between herself and Rufus； in case he
decided to start a political movement or something equally insane out of sheer anxiety at having to
leave the city。
？You got it！？ Rufus pecked her on the cheek with his grizzly mouth before striding down the path
with exaggerated jauntiness。 ？Don？t do anything I wouldn？t do！？ he called out behind him。
As if there were anything he wouldn？t do。
Jenny tugged on the pretty jade green cap…sleeved blouse she？d bought at Scoop in Soho on
Saturday。 It was Japanese and had little dragonflies stenciled all over it。 She？d buttoned it up all
the way to the collar； but now that her dad was on his way； she unbuttoned the top two buttons；
revealing her most surprising assets？her 34 double…Ds。
No reason the boys at Hanover shouldn？t know what they were in for。
She extracted her laminated campus map from her
bought…on…the…street…outside…of…Bloomingdales…but…looked…just…like…Serena？s imitation Louis
Vuitton Calla Lily bag。 The school？s ivy…covered old brick buildings were right out of an
Abercrombie & Fitch catalog； but Jenny was disappointed not to see any gorgeous； half…naked；
sun…dappled boys playing Frisbee out on the lawns。 Riley； the girls？ dormitory where she？d
arranged to meet her host； was on the other side of the parking lot； perched on top of a grassy
hillock。 It was a gorgeous summer day； and the air smelled like fresh…cut grass。
？I already love it here；？ Jenny whispered； her skin tingling with excitement。 Her whole life was
about to change。 No more uniforms。 No more bitchy； cliquey girls who would spend hours
dissecting a girl？s choice of mauve lip gloss over pink。 No more being known only for her
excellent calligraphy； her overhyped Internet scandal； or her supposedly pornographic photo
shoots。 No more rumors； no more scandal。
Well； maybe that was taking it a little too far。 There was nothing wrong with a little scandal。 It
was just that at a boarding school like Hanover； the bar for scandal would be considerably higher。
Jenny？s host； Fiona Castagnoli； was waiting for her outside the door to Riley。 Fiona looked like a
forty…five…year…old soccer mom？short and pudgy； in a coral…pink…and…white striped J。Crew oxford
shirt tucked into stone…colored L。L。 Bean Bermuda shorts。 Her white socks were folded neatly at
the ankle； and her white…on…white Reebok sneakers were brand…spanking…new。 ？Jennifer？？ she
asked eagerly； her supercurly； tight auburn ponytail bouncing between her shoulder blades。 ？We
have to hurry。 I？m taking you to study hall and we？re already five minutes late！？
Fiona was lugging a lime green Lands？ End backpack with every book she owned in it。 Jenny
blinked at her。 When she？d thought about ing to visit Hanover； she？d imagined hanging out in
a dorm room with chic skinny blond girls； drinking vodka gimlets and flirting with boys smoking
pipes； their school neckties flopping loosely against their tanned bare chests。 ？If you have lots of
work to do I could； like； hang out here and wait for you；？ she offered。
？Oh； could you？？ Fiona cried。 She seemed immensely relieved。 ？You see； it？s finals week next
week； and I have forty…seven Spanish irregulars to study and thirteen proofs to do for geometry。？
Jenny peered inside the open door。 A few girls lounged in leather armchairs in the
crystal…chandeliered mon room reading magazines and listening to their iPod minis。 Jenny
recognized a red…and…white rose…patterned Marc Jacobs top on one of them。 And one girl was
wearing the pair of gold Belle by Sigerson Morrison flats she？d coveted all spring but had never
saved up enough to buy。 They looked exactly like the types of girls she would have wanted to be
friends with。 All that was missing were the boys with the pipes and the vodka。
？I？ll stay here；？ she told Fiona firmly。
？Okay。？ Fiona hitched her ugly green backpack up on her shoulder。 ？I？ll e back and get you
in； like； an hour and ten。 We can get bagels in the caf？ an