gossip girl 4 英文-第15章

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Nate　shifted　unfortably　in　his　Eames　chair。　All　the　furniture　at　the　posh　Greenwich；　
Connecticut；　rehab　clinic　was　twentieth…century　modern；　to　match　the　minimalist　beige　and　white　
d？cor。　The　floor　was　cream…colored　Italian　marble；　crisp　white　linen　curtains　covered　the　
floor…to…ceiling　windows；　and　the　staff　wore　beige　linen　uniforms　designed　especially　by　nineties　
denim　impresario　Gunner　Gass；　a　former　patient　who　was　now　on　the　facility？s　board。　

？Okay。　My　name？s　Nathaniel　Archibald；　but　everyone　calls　me　Nate；？　Nate　mumbled。　He　kicked　
at　the　legs　of　his　chair　and　cleared　his　throat。　？I　got　busted　a　few　days　ago　buying　weed　in　Central　
Park。　That？s　why　I？m　here。？　

？Thank　you；　Nate；？　Jackie　interrupted。　She　smiled　a　frosty；　brown…lipsticked　smile　and　made　a　
note　on　the　pad　in　her　clipboard。　？We　prefer　it　here　at　Breakaway　if　you　call　the　substance　in　
question　by　its　true　name。　In　your　case；　marijuana。　If　you　can　use　its　name　consistently；　you　are　
making　one　more　step　toward　your　freedom　from　it。？　She　smiled　at　Nate　once　more。　？Would　you　
like　to　try　again？？　

Nate　glanced　self…consciously　at　the　other　losers　in　the　group。　There　were　seven　of　them　
altogether；　three　guys　and　four　girls；　all　staring　at　the　floor；　worrying　about　what　they　were　going　
to　say　and　looking　just　as　unfortable　as　he　felt。　

？I？m　Nate；？　Nate　repeated　mechanically。　？A　narc　caught　me　buyingmarijuana　in　the　park。　That？s　
why　I？m　here。？　Across　the　circle　a　girl　with　dark　brown　hair　that　hung　down　almost　to　her　waist；　
bloodred　lips；　and　skin　so　pale　it　was　almost　blue　gazed　at　him　soulfully；　like　a　coked…up　version　
of　Snow　White。　

？Better；？　Jackie　said。　？Next。？　She　nodded　at　the　Japanese　girl　sitting　next　to　Nate。　


？My　name　is　Hannah　Koto　and　I　took　Ecstasy　before　school　two　weeks　ago　and　got　caught　
because　I　laid　down　on　the　floor　to　feel　the　rug　in　my　trig　class。？　

Everybody　laughed　except　for　Jackie。　？Thank　you；　Hannah；　that　was　fine。　Next。？　

Nate　tuned　the　next　two　people　out；　kind　of　grooving　on　the　way　Snow　White　was　jiggling　her　
foot；　like　she　was　keeping　time　to　her　own　private　concert。　She　was　wearing　light　blue　suede　boots　
that　looked　like　they？d　never　been　worn　outside。　

Suddenly　it　was　her　turn。　？My　name　is　Georgina　Spark。　Everyone　calls　me　Georgie。　I　guess　I？m　
here　because　I　wasn？t　very　nice　to　my　father　before　he　croaked；　so　I　have　to　wait　until　I　turn　
eighteen　before　I　can　live　my　life　the　way　I　want　to。？　

The　rest　of　the　group　tittered　nervously。　Jackie　frowned。　？Can　you　name　the　substance　you　were　
found　abusing；　Georgina？？　

？Cocaine；？　Georgie　answered；　letting　a　curtain　of　dark　hair　fall　over　her　face。　？I　sold　my　favorite　
show　horse　to　buy　fifty　grams。　It　was　in　the　papers　and　everything。New　York　Post　；　Thursday；　
February？？　

？Thank　you；？　Jackie　interrupted。　？Next　group　member　please。？　

Still　jiggling　her　foot；　Georgie　glanced　up　through　her　hair　and　met　Nate？s　intrigued　gaze　with　a　
mischievous　bloodred　smile。　

？Bitch；？　she　mouthed；　obviously　referring　to　Jackie。　

Nate　grinned　back　and　nodded　his　chin　ever　so　slightly。　Saul　Burns　had　told　him　to　treat　rehab　
like　an　after…school　job。　Now　he　had　a　reason　to　work　hard　at　it。　

swears　her　love　like　a　baby　tee　

？You？re　friends　with　that　Serena　chick；　right？？　Sonny　Webster；　a　lanky　boy　with　jet…black　hair　
streaked　with　paper…bag…brown　highlights　asked　Chuck　Bass　as　they　sat　in　the　second　row；　waiting　
for　the　Les　Best　show　to　begin　on　Friday　night。　Sonny　was　the　son　of　Vivienne　Webster；　a　British　
lingerie　designer　whose　hip…hugging　boy　shorts　were　all　the　rage　at　the　moment。　Sonny　and　Chuck　
had　met　in　a　bar　last　night　and　were　already　fast　friends。　They　were　even　wearing　matching　Tods　
moccasins？　dark　brown　with　neon　green　rubber　soles。　Very　gay　urban　yachtsman；　and　extremely　
impractical　for　the　unprecedented　amount　of　snow　that　had　been　predicted　for　that　evening。　


Chuck　nodded。　？She？s　appearing　naked。　That？s　what　I　heard；　anyway。？　He　rubbed　his　newly　
toned　stomach。　？I　can？t　wait；？　he　added　halfheartedly。　

？See　Chuck　talking　to　whatshisname；　Vivienne　Webster？s　totally　gay　son？？　Kati　Farkas　
whispered　to　Isabel　Coates。　？I　swear　Chuck？s　into　guys　now。？　She　and　Isabel　had　made　it　to　the　
front　row；　just　as　they？d　set　out　to　do。　Not　because　of　their　pletely　unnecessary　little　volunteer　
effort　hanging　up　NOLOITERINGsigns　around　Bryant　Park　but　because　Isabel？s　father；　Arthur　
Coates；　was　a　very　famous　actor　who？d　plained　that　his　daughter　and　her　frienddeserved　to　be　
in　the　front　row　this　year　because　he？d　already　spent　a　fortune　on　Les　Best？s　entire　spring…summer　
collection。　

？I　think　maybe　he？s　bi；？　Isabel　whispered　back。　？He？s　still　wearing　that　gold　monogrammed　
pinky　ring。？　

？Yeah；？　noted　Kati。　？Like　that？s　not　totally　gay。？　

The　huge　white　tent　in　Bryant　Park　was　packed　with　fashion　magazine　editors；　photographers；　
actresses；　and　socialites。　Blondie？s　？Heart　of　Glass？　pounded　out　of　Bose　speakers。　Christina　
Ricci　sat　in　the　front　row　on　her　cell　phone　arguing　with　her　publicist　and　defending　her　decision　
to　e　to　Les　Best？s　show　instead　of　Jedediah　Angel？s；　which　was　happening　downtown　at　
exactly　the　same　time。　

？Look；　there？s　Flow　from　45！？　Sonny　squealed。　？He？s　such　agod　。　And　there？s　Christina　Ricci。　
My　mom　just　got　a　huge　order　from　her。？　

As　Chuck　gazed　around　the　room；　looking　for　more　celebs　and　trying　to　be　seen　himself；　he　
spotted　Blair　about　ten　seats　down　in　the　third　row。　He　blew　her　a　kiss　and　she　smirked　back。　

？Why　are　we　here　again？？　Blair　yawned　to　Aaron。　Even　though　she　was　pletely　annoyed　
with　Serena　these　days；　she？d　decided　to　e　to　the　show　to　see　if　any　of　Les　Best？s　autumn　
collection　suited　her　new　image。　Now　that　she　was　packed　into　the　hot；　crowded　tent　with　its　
overly　loud　music　and　overwhelming　perfume　stench　like　a　twelve…year…old　with　a　general　
admission　ticket　at　a　45　concert；　she　honestly　couldn？t　give　two　fucks　about　the　clothes　or　that　
Serena　was　the　star　of　the　show。　It　was　all　Serena　needed　to　prove　that　she　really　was　the　center　of　
the　universe。　

Blair　didn？t　need　to　hang　out　with　gorgeous　models　and　camp　fashion　designers；　anyway。　She　
was　going　to　Yale；　the　premier　institution　of　higher　learning　in　the　entire　world；and　she　was　going　
to　be　asked　outvery　soon　by　a　classy　older　man。　She　felt　extremely　acplished　for　someone　so　
young。　The　noise　and　glitz　of　Fashion　Week　seemed　less　alluring　now　that　her　own　life　was　
so　。　。　。stimulating　。　Plus　they　were　seated　in　the　third　row；　which　was　a　major　insult　when　she？d　
always　been　seated　in　the　first　or　second　row　at　every　other　show　she？d　ever　been　to。　

？I？m　honestly　not　sure　why　I？m　here；？　Aaron　answered　grumpily。　He　unzipped　the　bright　green　


Les　Best　golfing　jacket　Serena　had　given　him　and　then　zipped　it　up　again。　The　jacket　was　made　of　
stiff　cotton　canvas　that　made　a　loud；　swishy　sound　when　he　moved。　It　was　way　too　flashy　for　his　
taste；　but　he？d　kept　it　on　because　Serena　had　insisted　that　he　couldn？t　e　to　a　fashion　show　and　
sit　in　the　third　row　without　wearing　an　article　of　the　designer？s　clothing。　Aaron　liked　the　buzzy　
vibe　of　the　fashion　show。　It　was　like　being　at　a　rock　concert。　But　it　was　just　so　bogus　that　they　
were　all　gathered　there　to　look　at　。　。　。clothes　。　

Outside　the　snow　had　been　falling　steadily　on　the　brightly　lit　city　for　over　two　hours。　Blair　could　
just　imagine　how　insane　it　was　going　to　be　to　find　a　cab　home　later　that　night；　with　everyone　
totally　underdressed；　totally　buzzed；　and　all　thinking　they　deserved　the　next　available　ride。　She　
kicked　the　back　of　Nicky　Hilton？s　chair　with　her　black　patent　leather　Les　Best　flats　and　yawned　
for　the　fiftieth　time。　While　her　mouth　was　still　stretched　open　in　full　yawn；　the　lights　suddenly　
dimmed　and　the　music　stopped。　The　show　was　about　to　begin。　

The　collection　being　shown　was　for　next　fall；　and　the　theme　was　Little　Red　Riding　Hood。　The　
stage　was　decorated　like　a　fairy　tale　forest；　with　dark　brown　velvet　tree　trunks　and　low　branches　
covered　in　glittering　emerald　green　silk　leaves。　Fluttery　flute　music　began　to　play；　and　suddenly　
Serena　skipped　onst