bags and two of the Barneys bags full of shoes over her shoulder。 ？e on。 I？ll help you carry
your bags downstairs。？
Chuck was waiting on the corner behind the wheel of his new silver convertible Jag？an early
graduation present。 The car looked pletely incongruous with the funkily rundown
neighborhood。 He popped open the trunk and the girls dropped Blair？s bags inside。
？I left some other stuff for you in the closet。？ Blair gave her classmate a quick hug。 ？See you
tomorrow in English。？
Vanessa hugged her back。 ？See you tomorrow； bitchface；？ she answered tenderly。
Blair watched the graffitied door slam closed behind her as Vanessa went inside。 Then she
opened the Jag？s passenger…side door。
？I heard that back in the forties all the alums used to keep prostitutes at the Yale Club；？ Chuck
announced as Blair reached for her seat belt。 ？And they didn？t even have a ladies？ room。？ He
pulled away from the curb and slipped his hand over Blair？s bare knee。 ？I knew it would never
last。 You？re a boy？s girl； not a girl？s girl。？
Blair shoved his hand away and rolled her blue eyes in annoyance。 Chuck was and always would
be a slimeball； tolerated only because he and Blair and the rest of their ilk had all been born at
Lenox Hill Hospital at Seventy…seventh and Park and had all gone to nursery school together。
They？d attended dancing school together and vacationed with their families in St。 Barts。 Their
parents were on the boards of the Metropolitan Museum and the Metropolitan Opera； and they all
spoke the same unspoken language。 But unlike his other Upper East Side cohorts； Chuck had
failed to get into any of the private colleges he？d applied to。 His parents were sending him to a
random military academy in northern New Jersey instead。 So it was easy to understand why he
was so critical of the Yale Club： He was a teensy bit jealous。
You think？
Justin Timberlake？s new CD was playing on the Blaupunkt car stereo； and Blair turned it up as
loud as it would go。 Chuck put his hand on her knee again as they approached the Williamsburg
Bridge。 She picked it up and put it on the gearshift。 Had Chuck confused her with a slut like
Serena； who had no morals and would fool around with a boy just because he was good…looking
and she was vaguely horny？ ？Drive；？ she ordered。 ？Just drive。？ She folded her hands primly in her
lap。 She wasn？t like that。
Oh； wasn？t she？
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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！
Don？t know much about nothing but s…e…x
Finals are next week and no one seems to care。 Instead of staying in and memorizing time lines
for AP American history or irregular conjugations for French； everyone？s staying in； ordering
Chinese food； and going to bed ？ with a friend。 We？re such a predictable bunch。 But what better
way to get rid of prefinals and pregraduation stress？
Did someone mention gifts？
Graduation？the actual ceremony； I mean？is really for the parents。 The gifts we get for graduating
make sitting through it totally worthwhile。 Let？s guess what some of our favorite people are
asking Mom and Dad for。？
B：She claims to be over men； but what she really wants is a new hunky boyfriend。 One that
wouldn？t cheat on her with her best friend at a party in a bathtub。
V：An alternative…boy calendar so she can keep them all straight。
N：A lifetime supply of Kleenex with a nice blue plaid Ralph Lauren Kleenex…box holder。
D：A used Hyundai； a driver？s license ？ oh； and a life。
S：A hobby other than stealing her best friend？s boyfriend。 Whatever happened to her
modeling/acting career； anyway？
J：Wait； she？s not graduating。 But she still needs a school to go to next year。
Something we all want： a single gigantic； fantabulous party for everyone to go to。 None of that
irritating never…get…to…finish…your…drink party…hopping business。 Let？s just find the perfect venue；
invite everyone； have the time of our lives； and never leave。
your e…mail
Q： dear GG；
my little brother is in the ninth grade at st。 jude？s and he heard thatN is going to a shrink。
supposedly he has to； like； regress back to being a baby so his shrink can figure out why he？s such
a pothead。 that？s why he？s crying all the time。
？nformed
A：Dear nformed；
Forgive me for asking； but doesn？t this regression technique also causeN to wet his pants？ Ew。
Poor guy！
？GG
Sightings
NkissingS demurely on the cheek outside her apartment building at Eighty…second and Fifth。
Were her parents watching； or is he； like； the only boy in the entire universe who can actually
resist her； even though she？s supposedly his girlfriend？ Maybe he had soggy pants and he had to
hurry home and change？B andC blasting music in traffic on theWilliamsburg Bridge 。 His arm was
around her and she was petting his monkey。 Nowthere？s a relationship that could work！V spraying
her rooftop love den with air freshener and rearranging the fur throw pillows。 With so many guys
to pick up after； it must be hard to keep things tidy and smelling fresh。 And was that a pair of boys？
tighty…whiteys we saw her toss off the roof to the street？！J in aNew Hampshire hardware store
trying to talk her dad out of buying a wheelbarrow forD as a joke graduation present instead of a
car。 Don？t think he？d appreciate the joke。K andI trying on every pair of white flatsFerragamo
makes。 Is someone going to tell those girls that wearing matching shoes is tacky？ Hey look； I just
did！
Remember； graduation is really for the moms and dads。 So why not wear that frillyLaura Ashley
dress with the enormous white bow over the butt that your mom has been saving for you since you
were ten and then reap the rewards。 Can you spellB…M…W ； anyone？
Excuse my greed。
You know you love me。
gossip girl
S demonstrates how to be naughty and nice
？Mr。 Beckham？？ Serena called； tugging open the first of four heavy black curtains that led into
Constance Billard？s darkroom。 ？Mr。 Beckham； is it okay if I e in and talk to you for a
minute？？
Serena heard a stool squeak。 ？Sure thing； e on in；？ Constance Billard？s only film teacher
called back。 ？Careful with the curtains。？
Classes were over for the day； and a quiet hung over the school； broken only by the laughter of a
few stray girls or the click of a teacher？s heels。 Serena had stayed behind to see if she could
remedy the whole senior…class…speaker situation。 Not that she？d definitely get it； but she？d taken
enough away from Blair already。 Being senior class speaker would just be one more thing she
got without really wanting it。
Like a certain green…eyed boyfriend？
She slipped inside the darkroom； making sure the curtains swung closed behind her to block out
every bit of light。 A special red darkroom lamp glowed overhead； but it was still hard to see。
Goosebumps appeared on Serena？s bare arms and legs。 The darkroom always gave her the chills。
Mr。 Beckham was the only cool young male teacher at Constance。 Except he thought he was
cooler； younger； and better looking than he actually was。 Fancying himself an artist； he wore
chunky black rectangular glasses and tight black long…sleeved Club Monaco T…shirts that showed
off his gym…toned chest。 He spiked his dark blond hair with gel and inserted the odd French word
whenever he could。
？Ah； Serena；？ he exclaimed； pushing away the poppy…seed bagel with cream cheese he？d been
snacking on。 He spread his arms out wide。 ？Quelle pleasure！？
Serena fiddled with the button on the waistband of her light…blue…and…white seersucker spring
uniform skirt and shifted from foot to foot。 Why was talking to a teacher outside of class always
slightly embarrassing？
Especially when you suspected the teacher had a teensy…weensy crush on you。
？Um； I just wanted to thank you for nominating me for senior speaker；？ Serena told him。 She
stuck her thumb in her mouth and began gnawing on its already chewed…on pearly pink nail。
Note to all： Only ridiculously beautiful people can get away with this sort of behavior without
grossing everyone else out。
？Anyway；？ she continued； ？I just wanted you to know that I crossed myself off the list of
nominees。？ She moved on to her ring finger； which hadn？t been chewed on since breakfast。 ？I？ve
never been that good at making speeches。？
Plus； Blair is the only other person nominated； and she really wants to do it； and I？m afraid if I
get it she might murder me in my sleep。
Mr。 Beckham took off his glasses and began to clean them with the bottom of his black T…shirt；
revealing a bare patch of surprisingly buff stomach。 Serena tried not to stare and wondered
fleetingly if he was gay。 His bare skin seemed totally indecent； like he was flashing her or
something。
？You know why I nominated you；n？est…ce pas ？？ he asked； looking searchingly at her in the red
darkness as he continued to clean his glasses。
Mais oui。 Because you have le hots pour elle？
？Well ？？ Serena began； searching for an excuse to turn and flee。 There was suddenly something
creepy and unsanitary about the fact that Mr。 Beckham had been eating a bagel while developing
film。 She wondered if he was addicted to the chemicals or something。
Mr。 Beckham put his glasses back on and sat back on his metal swivel stool。 ？Serena； I？ve been
watching you since I came here； back when you were only in seventh grade。 And I know it sounds
corny； but you really lit up my darkroom。？ He stopped to clear his throat； clearly too nervous to
think of any words in French。 ？If I weren？t your teacher； I？d ？？
He？d ？ pour fixer all over her and lick it off？ Some advice：Run； girl； run！！！！
Serena was pretty sure she didn？t want to hear anything more。 ？Um； Mr。 Beckham？ Sorry； but I
really have to go。 I just wanted to say thanks for being so supportive。？ She held up her hand and
waved stiffly； even though he was sitting right in front of her。 ？I guess I？ll see you at graduation；？
she added with faux cheerfulness。 Then she turned to push her way through the heavy curtains
again。
？Wait。？
Her stomach filled with dread and she shivered again in her thin white baby tee。 She could hear
voices outside in the hallway。 Someone would hear her if she yelled loudly enough。 She turned
around。 ？I really do have to go。？
Mr。 Beckham slipped off his stool and walked toward her。 ？May I ？？ He swallowed； his Adam？s
apple bobbing nervously。 ？Would you mind if I just ？ gave you a petit； petit kiss？？ he asked
quietly； pinching together his thumb and forefinger to demonstrate just how small the kiss would
be。
Serena hesitated； reluctant to turn this into a huge deal but eager to get rid of him。 She could just
say no and leave。 Or she could freak out and run up to Mrs。 M？s office and turn him in。 Or she
could let him give her a little tiny kiss to remember her by and then just for