gossip girl 4 英文-第13章

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that　her　father　was。　Her　father　worked　out　with　a　personal　trainer　every　day；　wore　designer　clothes；　
and　had　great　hair。　But　he　wasgay　。　Second　of　all；　Owen　Wells　had　said　he？d　be　wearing　his　Yale　
tie；　and　this　guy　wasn？t　wearing　a　tie　at　all；　just　a　crisp　white　dress　shirt；　unbuttoned　so　she　could　
see　the　top　of　the　clean　white　undershirt　he　was　wearing　over　his　muscular　chest；　which　was　
probably　just　as　tan　as　the　rest　of　him。　

Not　that　she　was　thinking　aboutthe　rest　of　him　。　


Third　of　all；　she　hadn？t　expected　Owen　Wells　to　behot　。　He　looked　so　much　like　Cary　Grant　inAn　
Affair　to　Remember　that　she　wanted　to　throw　herself　into　his　arms　and　tell　him　to　forget　about　
Yale；　she　was　his；all　his　。　

Blair　came　to　her　senses　in　time　to　realize　that　she　was　still　grasping　Owen？s　hand。　She　shook　it　
as　firmly　and　confidently　as　she　could；　alarmed　by　her　mind？s　total　inability　to　focus　on　the　task　at　
hand。　She　was　meeting　with　Owen　for　one　reason　only：　to　impress　him　so　she　could　get　into　
Yale。　？Thank　you　for　taking　the　trouble　to　meet　with　me；？　she　added　hastily。　

？I？ve　been　looking　forward　to　it；？　he　replied　in　his　thrilling；　manly　voice。　？I　just　remembered　I　
told　you　I？d　be　wearing　my　Yale　tie。　Sorry。　It　pletely　slipped　my　mind。　I　even　saw　you　e　
in；　but　I　didn？t　think　it　could　be　you。　I　wasn？t　expecting　you　to　be　early。？　

Immediately　Blair　wondered　if　he？d　noticed　that　she？d　spent　twenty　minutes　in　the　bathroom　
after　she？d　arrived；　or　that　she？d　kept　wiping　her　nose　on　her　cocktail　napkin　and　studying　her　
face　in　her　Stila　pact　mirror　to　check　for　any　unsightly　blemishes；　like　a　stray　eye　goober　
or？God　forbid？　a　pimple。　

？I？m　usually　early；？　she　answered。　？I？m　never　late。？　She　took　a　nervous　sip　of　Coke。　Was　this　a　
good　time　to　tell　him　how　impressed　she　was　with　his　work　on　theHome　Depot　vs。The　Learning　
Channel　case？　Should　she　pliment　his　suit？　She　took　a　deep　breath　and　tried　to　focus。　？I　like　it　
here；？　she　declared　and　immediately　regretted　it。　It　was　a　nice　bar；　but　she　made　it　sound　like　she　
wanted　to　move　in　or　something。　

Owen　pulled　back　the　chair　opposite　hers　and　gestured　for　her　to　sit　down。　？So；　should　we　get　
started？？　

Blair　was　grateful　for　his　relaxed　but　businesslike　manner。　She　sat　down　on　the　edge　of　the　
cushioned　chair　and　crossed　her　legs　primly。　？Yes！？　She　beamed　at　him　
enthusiastically。　？Whenever　you？re　ready。？　

The　cocktail　waiter　appeared　to　offer　Owen　another　drink。　He　ordered　a　Maker？s　Mark　and　
cocked　a　dark　eyebrow　at　Blair。　？Can　I　get　you　something　besides　a　Coke？　I　promise　I　won？t　tell　
Yale　or　your　dad。？　

Blair　scrunched　up　her　toes　inside　her　black　Ferragamos。　If　she　said　yes；　she？d　be　admitting　that　
she　really　did　want　a　drink；　and　if　she　said　no；　she　might　seem　like　a　prude。　？I？ll　have　a　glass　of　
chardonnay；？　she　told　him；　figuring　white　wine　was　the　safest；　most　ladylike　option。　

？So。　Tell　me　why　Yale　should　admit　you；？　Owen　asked　after　he？d　ordered　the　wine。　He　leaned　
across　the　table　and　lowered　his　voice。　？Are　you　really　as　bright　as　your　dad　claims？？　

Blair　sat　up　even　straighter；　twirling　her　little　ruby　ring　around　and　around　on　her　ring　finger　
beneath　the　tablecloth。　？I　think　I？m　smart　enough　to　go　to　Yale；？　she　replied　evenly；　remembering　


her　speech。　？I？m　in　all　the　APs　at　school。　I？m　at　the　top　of　the　class。　I？m　the　chair　of　the　social　
services　board　and　the　French　club。　I？m　a　peer　group　leader。　I？m　nationally　ranked　in　tennis。　And　I　
ran　the　organizing　mittee　for　five　charity　events　this　past　year。？　

Their　drinks　arrived　and　Owen　raised　his　glass。　？And　why　Yale？？　He　took　a　sip。　？What　can　Yale　
do　for　you？？　

It　seemed　odd　that　Owen　wasn？t　taking　notes　or　anything；　but　maybe　he　was　testing　her；　trying　to　
get　her　to　let　down　her　guard　and　admit　that　she　really　was　just　a　flake　who？d　been　born　with　a　
silver　spoon　up　her　well…bred　ass　and　only　wanted　to　go　to　Yale　to　party　with　frat　boys。　

？As　you　know；　Yale　has　an　excellent　prelaw　program；？　she　stated；　determined　to　give　intelligent；　
straight…to…the…point　answers。　？I？m　thinking　of　going　into　entertainment　law。？　

？Excellent。？　Owen　nodded　approvingly。　He　scooted　his　chair　forward　and　winked　at　her。　？Look；　
Blair。　You？re　an　intelligent；　ambitious　girl。　I　already　know　you？re　perfect　for　Yale　and　I　promise　
I？ll　do　everything　I　can　to　convince　them　to　let　you　in。？　

He　looked　so　handsomely　earnest　while　he　was　saying　this　that　Blair　felt　her　cheeks　heat　up。　She　
took　a　sip　of　wine　to　cool　herself　off。　？Thank　you；？　she　responded　gratefully。　She　took　another　sip　
of　wine　and　let　out　an　enormous　sigh　of　gratitude　and　relief。　？Thank　you。　Thank　you；　thank　you；　
thank　you。？　

Just　then　a　pair　of　cool　hands　covered　her　eyes　and　she　smelled　the　distinctive　
patchouli…and…sandalwood　scent　of　a　certain　someone？s　favorite　essential　oil　mixture。　

？Guess　who！？　Serena　whispered　in　Blair？s　ear；　then　pulled　her　hands　away　from　Blair？s　eyes；　her　
long　blond　hair　brushing　Blair？s　shoulder　as　she　kissed　her　cheek。　？What？s　going　on？？　

Behind　her；　Aaron　stood　grinning　goofily；　wearing　a　maroon　Harvard　sweatshirt　like　the　
annoying　asshole　he　was。　

Blair　blinked。　Could　they　not　see　she　was　in　the　middle　of　the　most　important　meeting　of　her　
life？　

？I？m　Serena。？　Serena　held　out　her　hand　for　Owen　to　shake。　

Owen　stood　up　and　took　her　hand。　？Charmed。？　He　bowed　his　dark　head；　looking　more　like　Cary　
Grant　than　ever。　

？So　you？re　ing　to　see　me　in　the　Les　Best　show　tomorrow；　right？？　Serena　asked　Blair。　

？Youhave　to　e；？　Aaron　chimed　in。　？I　ain？t　going　to　no　fashion　show　by　myself；　girlfrien？。？　
He？d　agreed　to　go；　but　he　wasn？t　exactly　looking　forward　to　it。　Fashion　meant　fur　and　animal　


testing。　It　was　against　everything　he　stood　for。　

？Your　name　is　on　the　list；？　Serena　added。　

Owen　looked　pletely　bemused　by　the　whole　conversation。　Blair　let　out　an　exasperated　breath　
and　stood　up；　turning　away　from　Owen　so　he　couldn？t　hear　what　she　said。　？Do　you　guys　mind　
leaving　us　alone？？　she　hissed　in　a　low　whisper。　？We？re　talking　about　Yale；　and　it？s　pretty　
fuckingimportant　。？　

Aaron　put　his　arm　around　Serena？s　slim　waist；　pulling　her　away。　？Excuse　us；？　he　responded　in　a　
patronizing　whisper；　still　looking　smug　in　his　retarded　Harvard　sweatshirt。　？We？re　headed　down　to　
that　new　club　on　Harrison；　in　case　you　want　to　catch　us　later。？　They　waltzed　out　of　the　bar；　his　
dreadlocks　bouncing　and　her　pale　gold　hair　fanned　out　over　her　shoulders；　both　looking　so　
carefree　and　careless；　it　was　infuriating。　

？Sorry；？　Blair　apologized；　crossing　her　ankles　daintily　as　she　sat　down　again。　？My　friends　can　be　
pretty　self…absorbed　sometimes。？　

？That？s　all　right。？　Owen　stared　down　into　his　bourbon；　looking　pensive　as　he　stirred　the　ice　
cubes　around　in　his　glass。　He　looked　up　again。　？Do　you　mind　my　asking　what　you　did　in　your　first　
Yale　interview　that　was　so　awful　you　think　they？re　not　going　to　let　you　in？？

　Blair　took　another　sip　of　her　wine；　and　then　another。　As　soon　as　she　explained　what　had　
happened；　Owen　was　going　to　change　his　mind　about　her　for　sure。　？I　was　having　a　bad　day；？　she　
confessed；　the　words　tumbling　out　of　her　mouth　as　she　frantically　spun　her　ruby　ring　around　and　
around　on　her　finger。　She　didn？t　want　to　go　into　the　gory　details　of　her　botched　interview；　but　if　
Owen　was　going　to　help　her；　he？d　best　know　the　truth。　？I　hadn？t　gotten　enough　sleep。　I　was　tired　
and　nervous　and　I　had　to　pee　really　badly。　The　interviewer　said；　？Tell　me　about　yourself；？　and　
before　I　could　really　think　about　what　I　was　saying；　I　told　him　all　about　how　my　dad　was　gay　and　
my　mom　was　going　to　marry　this　gross；　fat；　red…faced　guy　with　an　annoying　teenage　son　with　
dreadlocks　who　you　just　had　the　pleasure　of　meeting。　I　told　him　my　boyfriend；　Nate；　was　ignoring　
me。　Then　he　asked　me　what　books　I？d　been　reading　lately　and　I　couldn？t　think　of　the　title　of　a　
single　book。　I　started　to　cry；　and　then；　at　the　end　of　the　interview；　I　kissed　him。？　Blair　sighed　
dramatically；　snatched　her　cocktail　napkin　off　the　table；　and　began　to　shred　it　in　her　lap。　？It　was　
only　on　the　cheek；　but　it　was　still　totally　inappropriate。　I　just　wan