gossip girl 4 英文-第20章

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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！　

　Early　rejection　

So　I　heard　the　Ivies　have　e　up　with　a　conspiracy　to　maintain　their　intrigue　and　exclusivity：　
This　year　they？re　not　acceptinganyone　early。　Maybe　it？s　only　a　false　rumor。　But　if　you　don？t　get　
in　early；　try　to　think　of　it　this　way：　Maybe　you　weretoo　perfect。　They　just　couldn？t　handle　it。　And　
just　think　how　much　fun　we？ll　have　if　we　all　wind　up　at　the　same　munity　college！　

To　surgically　enhance　or　not；　that　is　the　question　

The　idea　of　surgically　altering　one？s　body　in　any　way　has　always　freaked　me　out；　not　because　I　
don？t　think　Dolly　Parton　looks　great。　She　doesn？t　look　a　day　over　forty　and　she　must　be　two　
hundred　by　now。　But　I？d　be　worried　the　doctors　would　make　a　mistake　and　deflate　one　breast　
entirely　or　leave　out　a　nostril　or　something。　Of　course　I？m　as　girly　a　girl　as　girls　e；　and　I　know　
how　important　it　is　to　feel　good　about　my　appearance。　I　try　to　think　of　it　this　way　though：　You　
know　when　you　see　a　gorgeous　boy　on　the　street　and　you　say　to　your　friend；　？Look　athim　！？　and　
then　your　friend　makes　a　face　like；ugly　？　We　all　have　suchtotally　varied　tastes　that　someone　is　
going　to　look　at　you　and　think；yum…yum　dee…lish；　no　matter　whatyou　think　you　look　like。　You　just　
have　to　learn　to　see　what　they　see。　

　Your　e…mail　

Q：？　？　Dear　G…Girl；　

I　heard　you　got　in　early　to　Bryn　Mawr　and　you？re　psyched　because　you　like　going　to　school　with　
girls　and　you？re　this　huge　volleyball…playing　lesbo。　Tee　hee。　

　？dorf　

A：？　？　Hello　dorf；　


What　kind　of　a　name　is　dorf；　anyway？　I　refuse　to　stoop　to　your　level　of　humor　or　tell　you　where　I　
applied　to　college；　but　my　mother　and　sister　both　happened　to　go　to　Bryn　Mawr；　and　guess　what？　
They？re　bothhot　。　

　？GG　

Gotta　dash　home　and　check　the　mail　for　an　important…looking　business…sized　envelope　that　may　
or　may　not　determine　my　entire　near　future。　Wish　me　luck！　

You　know　you　love　me。　

　gossip　girl　

　romancing　the　stoner　

？We　can　ask　the　butler　to　take　his　clothes　off　and　play　the　piano　for　us；？　Georgie　told　Nate。　？He　
does　whatever　I　tell　him　to。？　

When　group　therapy　had　been　over　and　it　was　time　for　the　outpatients　to　go　home；　the　storm　had　
already　been　so　bad；　Nate　couldn？t　get　a　car　to　take　him　to　the　station；　so　Georgie　had　offered　to　
give　him　a　ride。　Then　when　they？d　gotten　to　the　station　the　trains　had　stopped　running；　so　the　
ever…acmodating　Georgie　had　taken　Nate　home　to　her　house　in　her　bodyguard…driven　black　
Range　Rover。　Now　they　were　sitting　on　the　floor　of　her　enormous；　luxurious　bedroom；　getting　
stoned　as　they　watched　the　snow　pile　up　on　the　skylight　overhead。　

The　Upper　East　Side　town　house　Nate　had　grown　up　in　was　four　stories　high　and　had　its　own　
elevator　and　a　twenty…four…hour　cook。　But　Georgie？s　Greenwich；　Connecticut；　mansion　had　
something　his　family？s　town　house　didn？t？vast　amounts　of　space　inside；　and　acres　of　land　around　
the　house。　It　was　like　a　city　unto　itself；　and　Georgie　had　her　own　private　borough　where　she　could　
do　absolutely　whatever　she　pleased　while　her　ancient　English　nanny　was　in　bed　watching　BBC　
America　and　the　other　servants　were　doing　their　jobs　in　the　other　boroughs。　Georgie？s　bathroom　
even　had　a　Roman　daybed　in　it　for　lounging　on　while　she　waited　for　her　twelve…foot…wide　marble　
Jacuzzi　to　fill　up。　

？Or　we　could　have　crazy　loud　sex　on　the　stairs；？　Georgie　added。　？That　would　really　drive　the　
staff　nuts。？　

Nate　leaned　his　head　back　against　the　footboard　of　Georgie？s　four…poster　king…sized　bed　and　put　
the　joint　they　were　sharing　to　his　lips。　？Let？s　just　watch　the　snow　fall　for　a　while。？　

Georgie　rolled　over　on　her　back；　resting　her　head　on　the　leg　of　Nate？s　navy　blue　Culture　of　


Humanity　ripstop　trousers。　？God；　you？re　mellow。　I？m　not　used　to　hanging　out　with　someone　so　
mellow。？　

？What　are　your　friends　like？？　Nate　asked；　sucking　hard　on　the　joint。　Pot　seemed　to　taste　and　feel　
better　now　that　he？d　gone　without　it　for　a　while。　

？I　don？t　have　any　friends　anymore；？　Georgie　answered。　？They　all　kind　of　gave　up　on　me　because　
I？m　so　nuts。？　

Nate　put　his　hand　on　her　head　and　began　stroking　her　hair。　She　had　incredibly　soft；　luxurious　
hair。　？I　hang　out　a　lot　with　these　three　guys　in　my　class　at　school；？　he　said；　referring　to　Jeremy；　
Anthony；　and　Charlie。　？But　I　went　for　a　few　days　without　getting　high　and　I　didn？t　really　want　to　
hang　out　with　them；　you　know？？　

？That？s　what　Jackie　calls　a　？negative　friendship。？　A　？positive　friendship？　is　when　you　do　fun；　
constructive　things　with　your　friends　like　baking　cookies；　making　collages；　and　climbing　
mountains。？　

？I？m　your　friend；？　Nate　offered　quietly。　

Georgie　rubbed　the　back　of　her　head　against　his　leg。　？I　know。？　She　laughed；　her　not…too…small　
chest　jiggling　up　and　down　inside　her　tight　white　T…shirt。　？Want　to　bake　some　cookies？？　

Nate　bed　a　lock　of　her　hair　up　into　the　air　with　his　fingers　and　then　let　it　fall；　strand　by　strand；　
back　into　his　lap。　Blair　had　long　hair；　too；　but　it　wasn？t　as　straight　or　as　silky　as　Georgie？s。　It　was　
funny　how　girls　could　all　be　so　different。　？Can　I　kiss　you？？　he　asked；　not　really　having　intended　to　
sound　so　formal。　

？Okay；？　Georgie　whispered。　

Nate　bent　over　and　brushed　his　lips　against　the　bridge　of　her　nose；　her　chin；　and　finally　her　lips。　
She　kissed　him　back　hungrily　and　then　pulled　away　and　sat　up　on　her　elbows。　？This　is　what　Jackie　
calls　？feeding　your　craving。？　You？re　doing　something　that　feels　good　temporarily　instead　
of　？healing　the　wounds。？　

Nate　shrugged。　？Why　is　it　temporary？？　He　pointed　up　at　the　skylight；　which　was　pletely　
smothered　in　snow。　？I？m　not　going　anywhere。？　

Georgie　scooched　her　feet　up　under　her　and　stood　up。　She　disappeared　into　the　bathroom　and　
Nate　could　hear　a　cabinet　door　open　and　the　sounds　of　pill　bottles　rattling　and　water　running。　Then　
she　came　out；　brushing　her　teeth；　her　light　brown　eyes　all　lit　up　like　she？d　just　had　an　epiphany；　or　
at　the　very　least　a　good　idea。　？There？s　an　old　carriage　up　in　the　attic。　We　can　go　up　and　sit　in　it；？　
she　announced　with　her　mouth　full　of　toothpaste。　She　went　back　into　the　bathroom　to　spit　and　then　
came　out　again；　holding　a　pale　hand　out　to　Nate。　？Are　you　ing？？　


Nate　stood　up　and　took　her　hand。　His　body　was　humming　from　the　pot　and　the　intense　
smoothness　of　Georgie？s　skin。　All　he　really　wanted　to　do　was　to　kiss　her　some　more。　？Can　I　？feed　
my　craving？　when　we　get　up　there？？　he　asked；　feeling　very　stoned　indeed。　

Georgie　cocked　a　thin　dark　eyebrow　at　him　and　licked　her　dark　red　lips。　？I　might　even　let　
you　？heal　my　wounds。？？　

Nate　grinned　his　lopsided　stoner　grin。　Who？d　known　rehab　psychobabble　could　be　such　a　
turn…on！　

　our　bodies；　ourselves　

？My　hand　is　getting　tired；？　Jenny　plained　to　Elise　after　she？d　painted　Elise？s　head　and　
neck。　？I？ll　do　the　rest　tomorrow。？　

？Let？s　see；？　Elise　said；　sitting　up。　Her　chest　was　so　small　Jenny　couldn？t　help　but　stare　at　it。　Her　
breasts　were　like　the　little　new　potatoes　her　dad　had　grown　when　they？d　rented　a　house　in　
Pennsylvania　one　summer。　Small；　hard；　and　beigey　pink。　？It　looks　good；？　Elise　said；　squinting　at　
the　canvas。　？But　how　e　you　made　my　face　green？？　

Jenny　hated　when　people　asked　her　questions　about　her　art。　She　didn？t　know　why　she　did　what　
she　did；　she　just　did　it。　And　her　dad　always　said；　？The　artist　doesn？t　have　to　answer　to　anyone　but　
himself。？　Orher　self；　in　her　case。　？Because　I　was　in　a　green　mood；？　she　answered；　annoyed。　

？Well；　green　is　my　favorite　color；？　Elise　responded　happily。　She　pulled　on　her　turtleneck　and　
underwear　but　left　her　jeans　and　bra　on　the　floor。　？Oh　my　God。　I　have　that　book；　too！？　she　
squealed；　pointing　at　a　thick；　heavy　paperback　on　the　bookshelf　behind　the　TV。　She　walked　over　to　
the　shelf　and　pulled　the　book　out。　？But　yours　is　so　new。　Don？t　you　ever　read　it？？　

Jenny　bit　off　the　top　of　an　Oreo　and　read　the　title　on　the　spine　of　book。The　New　This　Is　My　Body