gossip girl 4 英文-第43章

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early　acceptance　letter；　but　after　her　botched　interview　Constance　Billard？s　college　advisor　had　
told　her　it　was　best　not　to　apply　early。　Getting　into　Yale　had　been　Blair？s　sole　mission　in　life？well；　
besides　marrying　Nate　Archibald　and　living　happily　every　after　in　the　ivy…covered　brick　town　
house　just　off　Fifth　that　she　already　had　picked　out？but　now　she？d　have　to　wait　until　April　along　
with　all　the　rest　of　the　morons　in　her　class　to　find　out　if　she？d　even　gotten　in。　It　was　pletely　
unfair。　

？Sorry；　Blair。？　Aaron　sipped　his　champagne。　He？d　always　been　supersensitive　about　ruffling　
Blair？s　feathers；　but　he　was　feeling　too　good　about　himself　right　now　to　bother。　？I？m　not　going　to　
apologize　for　getting　in。　I　deserve　this。？　

As　if　the　enormous　new　science　wing　his　father？s　development　pany　built　on　campus　last　
year　had　absolutely　nothing　to　do　with　it。　

？Fuck　you；？　Blair　replied。　？In　case　you　forgot；　I　would　be　hearing　from　Yale　right　now　if　you　
hadn？t　kept　me　up　drinking　shit　beer　and　eating　crappy　junk　food　in　that　gross　motel　room　the　
night　before　my　interview。？　

Aaron　rolled　his　eyes。　？I　never　told　you　to　kiss　your　interviewer。？　

Serena　let　out　a　little　snort　and　Blair　glared　at　her。　


？Sorry；？　Serena　apologized　quickly。　？e　on；　Blair；？　she　coaxed。　？You？re；　like；　the　best　student　
in　our　class。　You？re　totally　getting　in。　You　just　have　to　wait　until　April　to　find　out。？　

Blair　kept　on　glaring　at　her。　She　didn？t　want　to　wait　until　April。　She　wanted　to　knownow　。　

Aaron　lit　another　herbal　cigarette　and　tilted　his　chin　toward　the　ceiling　to　blow　a　few　smoke　rings。　
Already　there　seemed　to　be　a　sort　of　lazy；　superior　air　about　him；　as　if　he　knew　he　could　just　drink　
champagne　all　day　for　the　rest　of　second　semester　and　still　go　to　Harvard。　The　fucker。　

？Hey；？　he　yawned。　？I　have　to　head　up　to　Scarsdale　to　practice　with　my　band；　but　let？s　go　out　
later　to　celebrate。？　

Serena　stood　up　on　the　bed　and　did　a　few　jumping　jacks；　as　if　she　really　needed　the　
exercise。　？Definitely。？　

Blair　watched　Serena？s　gorgeous　hair　fly　up　into　the　air　above　her　head　and　then　cascade　prettily　
down　onto　her　shoulders　as　Aaron　blew　more　smoke　rings。　All　of　a　sudden；　Blair　couldn？t　stand　to　
be　in　the　same　room　with　them。　？I　have　homework　to　do；？　she　huffed；　reaching　up　to　feel　her　new　
hairdo　as　she　turned　to　leave。　

？Oh　my　God！？　Serena　cried；　vaulting　off　of　Aaron？s　bed。　？Wait；　Blair？yourhair　！？　

Nice　of　her　to　finally　notice。　

Blair　stopped　in　the　doorway　and　put　a　hand　to　where　her　dark　hair　fell　in　a　clean　line　at　the　nape　
of　her　neck。　？I　like　it；？　she　declared　defensively。　

Serena　walked　around　her　like　she　was　one　of　those　Greek　marble　statues　on　the　main　floor　of　
the　Met。　？Oh　my　God！？　she　repeated　and　reached　out　to　tuck　a　flyaway　hair　behind　

Blair？s　ear。　？Ilove　it！？　she　exclaimed；　a　little　too　enthusiastically。　

Blair　wrinkled　her　pert　nose　suspiciously。　Did　Serena　really　love　it；　or　was　she　just　being　fake？　It　
was　always　so　hard　to　tell。　

？You　look　exactly　like　Audrey　Hepburn；？　Aaron　remarked　from　the　bed。　

Blair　knew　he　was　only　saying　what　she　wanted　to　hear　to　make　up　for　being　such　a　smug　
asshole　about　getting　into　Harvard。　She　thought　about　mentioning　her　Yale　alum　interview　with　
Owen　Wells　on　Thursday　night　but　decided　to　keep　the　interview　to　herself。　？Excuse　me；？　she　told　
them　coldly。　？I　have　stuff　to　do。？　

Serena　watched　Blair　leave　and　then　climbed　back　onto　the　bed　beside　Aaron。　She　picked　up　the　
letter　from　Harvard　and　folded　it　up；　carefully　tucking　it　inside　the　envelope　again。　？I？m　so　proud　


of　you；？　she　murmured；　falling　into　Aaron？s　arms　and　kissing　him。　

Eventually　Aaron　pulled　away；　but　Serena　kept　her　eyes　closed；　licking　the　sweet　herbal　
aftertaste　of　his　kiss　from　her　lips。　？I　love　you；？　she　heard　herself　say。　The　words　seemed　to　have　
just　fallen　out　of　her　mouth。　She　opened　her　eyes　dreamily。　

Aaron　had　never　told　a　girl　he　loved　her；　and　he　hadn？t　planned　to　say　it　to　Serena；　at　least　not　
right　away。　But　it　had　already　been　an　amazing　day；　and　she　was　so　pletely　gorgeous　with　her　
cheeks　all　flushed　and　her　perfect　mouth　all　red　from　kissing。　Why　not？　It　was　like　the　end　of　one　
of　his　secret　cheesy　rock…star　fantasies；　where　he　and　some　incredibly　hot　girl　roared　off　into　the　
sunset　together　on　a　kick…ass　Harley。　

？I　love　you；　too；？　he　said　back；　and　kissed　her　again。　

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It　makes　one　feel　rather　good　deciding　not　to　be　a　bitch。　。　。　。　

　？Ernest　Hemingway　

The　Sun　Also　Rises　


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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！　

February　is　like　the　girl　at　that　party　I　threw　when　my　parents　took　a　？second　honeymoon？　in　
Cabo　last　week　（I　know：　sad）。　You　remember？the　girl　who　puked　all　over　the　Spanish　marble　floor　
in　the　guest　bathroom　and　then　refused　to　leave？　We　had　to　throw　her　Dior　saddlebag　and　Oscar　
de　la　Renta　embroidered　sheepskin　coat　into　the　elevator　before　she　finally　got　the　message。　
Unlike　most　places　in　the　world；　though；　New　York　refuses　to　fall　into　a　February…induced　
depression　and　bee　a　cold；　gray；　dismal　wasteland。　At　least；my　New　York　does。　Here　on　the　
Upper　East　Side　we　all　know　the　cure　for　the　drearies：　one　of　Jedediah　Angel？s　crazy…sexy　party　
dresses；　a　pair　of　black　satin　Manolos；　that　new　？Ready　or　Not？　red　lipstick　you　can　only　get　at　
Bendel？s；　a　good　Brazilian　bikini　wax；　and　a　generous　slathering　of　Est？e　Lauder　self…tanner；　in　
case　your　St。　Barts　tan　left　over　from　Christmas　break　has　finally　faded。　Most　of　us　are　
second…semester　seniors？at　last。　Our　college　applications　are　in　and　our　schedules　are　light；　with　a　
double　free　period　every　day　during　which　we　can　catch　a　Fashion　Week　runway　show　or　head　
back　to　a　friend？s　penthouse　apartment　to　drink　skinny　lattes；　smoke　cigarettes；　and　help　pick　out　
the　evening？s　screw…homework　party　outfit。　

Another　redeeming　thing　about　February　is　my　all…time　favorite　
should…be…a…national…no…school…holiday；　Valentine？s　Day。　If　you　already　have　a　sweetheart；　lucky　
you。　If　you　don？t；　now？s　the　chance　to　put　the　moves　on　that　hottie　you？ve　been　drooling　over　all　
winter。　Who　knows？　You　might　find　true　love；　or　at　least　true　lust；　and　soonevery　day　will　feel　like　
Valentine？s　Day。　Either　that　or　you　can　just　sit　at　home　IMing　sad；　anonymous　notes　to　people　and　
eating　heart…shaped　chocolates　until　you　can？t　fit　into　your　favorite　pair　of　Seven　jeans　anymore。　
It？s　up　to　you。　。　。　。　

　Sightings　

SandA　holding　hands　and　wandering　slowly　downFifth　Avenue　to　the　bar　at　thepton　Hotel　；　
where　they　can　be　seen　most　Friday　nights；　quaffingRed　Bull　andVeuve　Clicquot　cocktails　and　
chuckling　to　themselves　with　the　heady　knowledge　that　they　are　without　a　doubt　the　hottest　couple　
in　the　room。B　refusing　to　go　insideVeronique　？a　maternity　store　on　Madison？with　her　glowingly　
pregnant　mom。D　andV　wearing　matching　black　turtlenecks；　their　legs　intertwined　as　they　watched　
that　twisted；　depressingKen　Mogul　film　downtown　at　theAngelika。　They？re　two　morbid；　artistic；　
weirdo　peas　in　a　pod？so　insanely　perfect　for　each　other；　you　want　to　shout　at　them；　？Hey；　what　
took　you　solong　？！？J　on　the　Ninety…sixth　Street　crosstown　bus；　carefully　studying　a　billboard　for　


breast…reduction　surgery。　I？d　definitely　go　for　it　if　I　were　in