gossip girl 8 英文- 第5部分

Dan　shrugged。　He　was　beyond　Chuck？s　nasty　wisecracks；　and　beyond　Ms。　Solomon？s　insolent　
crush。　Way　beyond。　In　fact；　right　now　he　was　so　consumed　with　love　for　Vanessa；　he　wasn？t　sure　
what　to　do　with　himself。　

　Uh…oh。　

On　the　subway　he？d　started　writing　his　graduation　speech；　modeling　it　after　all　the　stupid　
graduation　speeches　he？d　heard　in　movies。We　are　the　future。　The　ticket　to　a　successful　life　is　a　
good　education。　The　world　awaits　us　with　all　it　has　to　teach　。　But　that　had　been　before　he　and　
Vanessa　had　sex　on　her　roof。　Now　he　was　pretty　sure　he　was　changing　the　topic。　For　how　could　he　
not　write　aboutlove？　

　Double　uh…oh。　

He　glanced　down　at　the　letter　again；　picked　up　his　chewed…on　black　Paper　Mate　pen；　and　turned　
to　a　clean　sheet　of　paper　in　his　loose…leaf　binder。　


Dear　Professor　Papadametriou；　

Thank　you　for　offering　me　the　opportunity　to　work　with　you　this　summer。　However；　something　
has　e　up　and　I　will　not　be　able　to　accept　the　position。　I　would　very　much　like　to　meet　you　and　

your　dogs　and　your　son　sometime。　Until　then；　good　luck；　and　good　luck　with　your　book。　

All　the　best；

　Daniel　Humphrey　

P。　S。　I？ve　enclosed　a　poem　you　might　want　to　include　in　your　book。　
He　turned　to　another　fresh　page。　
view　from　the　roof　
The　view　is　better　from　up　here。　
See　her　factories；　her　rivers。　
If　her　hills　weren？t　in　the　way　
I　could　see　into　the　windows　of　the　apartment　across　the　street。　
See　a　woman　pouring　milk　as　she　sets　the　table　for　dinner。　
Oh　there。　There？s　the　table。　There。　
I　can　see　everything　from　here。　
There。　Yes。　Right　there。　
Dan　wasn？t　sure　if　he　really　had　the　guts　to　send　such　a　sexually　explicit　poem　to　a　professor　
he？d　never　even　met；　but　it　would　be　cool　if　Professor　Papadametriou　actually　used　the　poem　in　
his　book。　

Ms。　Solomon　sat　down　at　her　desk　and　rested　her　pointy；　unpleasant　chin　in　her　hands；　looking　
pletely　defeated　because　she？d　worn　her　sexiest　dress　just　for　Dan　and　he？d　barely　looked　at　
her　for　the　last　forty　minutes。　

？I？d　like　you　to　open　your　notebooks　and　take　the　last　ten　minutes　of　class　to　write　whatever　you　
feel　like　writing；？　she　instructed　with　unusual　generosity。　Normally　she　droned　on　about　
Wordsworth　or　some　other　dead　poet　until　five　minutes　after　the　bell　had　rung；　driving　the　boys　
apeshit。　Dan　took　the　opportunity　to　get　started　on　a　new　graduation　speech。　


Ladies　and　gentlemen；　we　are　gathered　here　today　to　celebrate　the　end　of　the　first　chapter　in　our　
lives　and　the　beginning　of　the　second。　We　already　know　what　es　next。　Four　years　of　college；　
and　then　another　graduation。　But　whoop…dee…doo！　Now　is　the　time　to　be　inlove。　？　

　Whoop…dee…doo？　Triple；　super…duper　uh…oh。　

　who？s　that　boy？　

Senior　homeroom　was　last　period　on　Tuesday　in　the　Constance　Billard　senior　lounge；　a　
windowless　room　above　the　library　that　had　been　a　storage　area　until　it　was　given　to　the　seniors　as　
a　place　to　relax　and　escape　from　all　the　underclassmen。　No　teacher　was　present；　which　meant　that　
none　of　the　girls　were　paying　any　attention　to　Mimi　Halperin；　the　perky　but　lame　president　of　the　
senior　class；　as　she　made　announcements　about　senior　privileges　during　exam　week。　

？No　uniforms　all　week；　girls。　And　we　only　have　to　e　to　school　for　our　exams。　Awesome；　
huh？？　Mimi　clapped　her　chubby　hands　together　and　pushed　her　thick　black　hair　behind　her　
weirdly　small　ears。　The　other　girls　yawned　and　looked　at　their　watches；　eager　to　leave　so　they　
could　continue　their　quest　for　the　perfect　graduation　dress　or　work　on　their　tans。　Mimi　had　been　
the　class　clown　and　everyone？s　buddy　way　back　in　third　grade；　but　now　that　they　were　all　grown　
up；　no　one　thought　she　was　funny。　Still；　they？d　voted　for　her　for　president　at　the　end　of　junior　year　
because　she　was　the　only　one　who　seemed　to　want　to　do　it。　Because　it　went　on　your　transcript　for　
college；　class　president　was　a　coveted　position；　up　until　senior　year。　The　class　president　had　to　
attend　weekly　student　council　meetings　at　7：30A。M　。　and　help　out　at　all　the　school　functions；　like　
the　book　fair　and　the　scholarship　fund　drive。　It　was　a　lot　of　work；　and　now　that　it　was　the　end　of　
senior　year　and　everyone　was　already　into　college；　no　one　cared。　

？Moving　on；　I？m　pleased　to　announce？drumroll；　please？our　senior　class　graduation　speaker　is　？　
Blair　Waldorf！　Yay；　Blair！！？　Mimi　jumped　up　and　down　on　her　stubby　legs　and　clapped　her　hands　
over　her　head　like　this　was　the　best　thing　that　had　ever　happened。　

Take　that；　you　bitch！Blair　gloated　silently　at　the　back　of　Serena？s　pale　blond　head。That？s　what　
you　get　for　trying　to　sabotage　me。　

The　lounge　hummed　with　gossip　as　everyone　discussed　the　results。　No　one　had　really　wanted　
Blair　to　be　speaker；　because　her　whole　speech　was　going　to　be　about　herself；　but　they　questioned　
Serena？s　ability　to　write　a　coherent　speech。　

？She？s　so　dumb　from　all　the　drugs　she　did　up　at　boarding　school；　she？d　probably　have　to　bribe　
Blair　to　write　the　speech　for　her　anyway；？　Laura　Salmon　whispered　to　Rain　Hoffstetter。　


？I　heard　Serena　dropped　out；？　Rain　whispered　back。　？Nate　gave　her　some　gross　STD　and　she？s　
going　to　miss　graduation　anyway　because　she　has　to　go　to　some　clinic　in　Belgium　to　try　and　get　
cured。？　

？Is　that　true？？　Blair　wondered　out　loud。　Not　about　the　STD　part；　but　about　the　
dropping…out…of…the…running…for…senior…speaker　part。　She　was　reluctant　to　prolong　homeroom；　
because　there　were　only　five　more　minutes　left　for　her　to　get　changed；　powdered；　glossed；　and　
perfumed　before　she　was　scheduled　to　meet　up　with　a　very　hot　English　lord　who？d　promised　to　
spend　the　afternoon　dress　shopping　with　her。　Last　night　over　Ketel　One　martinis；　Lord　Marcus　had　
confessed　that　his　squash　game　had　been　a　total　disaster　because　he？d　been　thinking　about　her　the　
whole　time。　And　Blair　had　confessed　to　Googling　him　the　minute　she？d　unpacked　her　laptop。　His　
family；　the　Beaton…Rhodeses；　owned　the　largest　textile　mill　in　England　and　lived　in　a　very　huge　
and　historical　old　mansion　outside　of　London。　They　also　owned　a　villa　near　Milan　and　a　beach　
pound　in　Barbados。　Marcus？s　parents　were　special　friends　of　the　royal　family；　and　Marcus　
himself　had　even　attended　Princess　Diana？s　funeral。　He　was　listed　byHello！　magazine　as　one　of　
the　most　eligible　young　bachelors　in　England；　and　Blair　was　determined　to　win　his　heart　before　
any　of　those　greedy　English　bitches　got　to　him。　But　first　she　needed　to　know　if　she？d　beaten　
Serena　by　getting　elected　senior　speaker　or　if　she？d　only　won　because　she　was　the　only　girl　left　in　
the　running。　She　glared　at　Serena　and　repeated；　？Is　that　true？？　

Serena　squirmed　in　her　seat；　pulling　her　school　uniform　down　over　her　bare　knees　and　pulling　up　
her　pale　yellow　ankle　socks　so　they　looked　nerdy　and　ridiculous。　She？d　wanted　her　act　of　
martyrdom　to　go　unnoticed　by　the　rest　of　the　senior　class。　Now　everyone　knew　about　it。　？Is　there　a　
problem？？　she　responded；　sounding　a　lot　bitchier　than　she？d　intended。　

？But　Blair；　youwant　to　be　our　speaker；　right？？　Vanessa　Abrams　asked　from　her　seat　right　next　to　
Blair？s。　Vanessa　was　wearing　a　black　tank　top　and　no　bra　and　should　have　been　sent　home　for　
being　inappropriate　and　out　of　uniform。　Normally　this　sort　of　go…class…go　type　of　homeroom　drove　
her　nuts；　but　she？d　been　feeling　so　nostalgic　about　graduating　lately；　she　was　actually　sort　of　into　
it。　

？Yes；？　Blair　admitted。　？I　do。？　

Vanessa　rolled　her　eyes　and　gave　her　friend？s　arm　a　gentle　little　shove。　？Then　what　do　you　care？？　

Blair　shrugged。　？Can　we　go　now？？　she　asked　Mimi；　eager　to　get　out　of　her　uniform　and　into　the　
tight　white　Juicy　Couture　clamdiggers　and　green　Marni　halter　top　she？d　brought　to　wear　shopping　
with　Lord　Marcus。　

Serena　shot　Vanessa　a　grateful　glance。　She　really　hadn？t　meant　to　make　a　fuss。　And　maybe；　when　
she　thought　about　it　later？like；　years　later；　when　they　both　had　blue　old…lady　hair　and　had　retired　to　
Mustique　or　some　other　hot　and　sunny　place；　Blair　might　hate　her　a　little　less。　


After　homeroom；　the　senior　girls　congregated　outside　Constance　Billard？s　great　blue　doors；　still　
buzzing　about　the　senior　speaker　situation。　They　couldn？t　help　but　notice　the　gorgeous；　tall；　
golden…haired　boy　who　was　standing　on　the　sidewalk　only　a　few　feet　away；　wearing　perfectly　
ironed　jeans　and　the　cutest　salmon…pink…and…white　checked　Thomas　Pink　button…down　shirt。　Blair　
brushed　by　them　wearing　a　pletely　different　outfit　from　what　she？d　worn　to　school　that　day；　
sprinted　down　the　steps；　and；　to　their　plete　amazement；　kissed　the　boy　on　the　cheek　without　
even　stopping　for　air。　

？Nice　to　see　you　too；？　Lord　Marcus　chuckled；　holding　her　arms　and　looking　her　up　and　down　
appreciatively。　

Blair　blushed　hot　pink　down　to　her　jade　green　Kate　Spade　flats。　God；　he　was　dreamy？even　better　
than　the　boy　she？d　dreamed　up　to　star　opposite　her　in　the　movie　in　her　mind；　because　he　wasreal；　
androyal；　and　more　perfect　than　Nate　could　ever　attempt　to　be。　

Last　night　at　the　Yale　Club　bar；　when　she？d　begun　to　slur　her　words　from　drinking　too　much　
Ketel　One；　he？d　held　her　hand　all　the　way　back　to　their　rooms；　kissing　it　gently　before　he　said　
good　night。　Blair　had　swooned　so　hard　she　almost　puked。　How　could　something　so　insanely　sexy　
e　so　effortlessly　to　him？　It　had　been　all　she　could　do　to　keep　herself　from　sledgehammering　
the　wall　between　them　with　her　black　salon…size　Vidal　Sassoon　hair　dryer　and　jumping　his　
adorable　bones。　

The　group　of　senior　girls　clustered　in　front　of　the　school　in　their　matching　light　blue　seersucker　
uniforms；　looking　a　little　like　the　pigeons　roosting　in　the　eaves　of　the　school　roof　as　they　stared　
incredulously　at　Blair　and　her　hot　British　lord。　

？What；　did　she；　like；　create　him　in　a　lab　or　something？？　Laura　Salmon　demanded　with　a　mixture　
of　jealousy　and　awe。　

She　pulled　her　white　eyelet　blouse　down　tight　across　her　chest　in　a　lame　attempt　to　show　off　her　
new　red　DKNY　demicup　bra。　

？He？s　pletely　perfect；？　Isabel　Coates　breathed；　yanking　out　some　of　the　bobby　pins　holding　
down　her　grown…out　brown　bangs。　？But　I　bet　he；　like；　washes　dishes　at　the　Yale　Club　or　
something。？　

？Actually；　I　think　he？s　her　cousin？you　know　how　she　has　that　aunt　in　Scotland？？　Rain　
improvised。　？She？s　just　pretending　he？s　her　hunky　new　boyfriend　to　make　Nate　jealous。？　

？But　Nate？s　not　even　here；？　Kati　Farkas　pouted；　her　shiny　pink　lower　lip　jutting　out　in　a　way　that　
made　her　look　even　dumber　than　she　actually　was。　

？No；　but　Serena　is；？　Isabel　remarked　insightfully。　


The　girls　turned　to　stare　at　Serena；　who　had　just　stepped　outside　the　blue　doors。　She　adjusted　the　
earphones　on　her　pink　iPod　mini　and　blinked　her　gigantic　lake…blue　eyes；　her　long；　pale　blond　hair　
gleaming　in　the　bright；　hot　sun。　She　waved　to　the　other　girls　and　then　started　on　her　merry　way；　
traipsing　down　the　steps　until　she　caught　sight　of　Blair；　hanging　on　the　lapels　of　her　royal　British　
hunk。　

Lord　Marcus　was　about　to　hail　them　a　cab　down　to　the　Oscar　de　la　Renta　boutique　on　Madison　
and　Sixty…sixth　Street；　where　he？d　promised　to　help　Blair　sort　out　her　graduation　dress　issues；　
when　Blair　suddenly　grabbed　his　pink…and…white　checked　shirt