gossip girl 9 英文- 第8部分

？Let？s　go；？　sighed　Thaddeus。　He　waved　at　the　photographer。　？Okay；　man；　that？s　cool；　that？s　
enough。　We？re　going。？　

But　the　guy　trailed　them；　weaving　and　bobbing　like　a　boxer；　snapping　and　clicking　the　camera？s　
shutter　so　quickly　it　sounded　like　machine　gun　fire。　He　finished　a　roll；　deftly　reloaded　the　camera　
in　a　matter　of　seconds；　and　kept　shooting。　


？That？s　enough；？Thaddeus　ordered；　more　firmly　this　time。　He　tugged　on　Serena？s　arm；　pulling　
her　across　the　street；　？e　on。　Let？s　go。？　

Serena　continued　to　smile　but　her　huge　blue　eyes　darted　around；　searching　for　a　cab。　

？Who　is　she；　Thad？？　the　photographer　demanded　from　behind　them。　？What　are　you　wearing　
tonight；　Thad？？　he　continued　in　an　almost　mocking　tone。　？You？re　gorgeous；　sweet…heart。　What　
about　you？　What　are　you　wearing？？　

Actually；　she　was　wearing　her　favorite　black　Les　Best　pique　cotton　sundress　and　black　Capezio　
ballet　slippers；　but　she　was　too　freaked　out　to　open　her　mouth。　

？That？s　enough；　man！？Thaddeus　yelled　angrily。　

Was　he　going　to　pull　a　Cameron　Diaz？　

Thaddeus　stepped　into　the　oning　traffic　on　Clinton　Street；　waving　his　arms　frantically　like　a　
survivor　marooned　on　a　desert　island　flagging　down　a　plane。　A　taxi　pulled　over；　and　he　shoved　
Serena　into　the　backseat。　Then　he　jumped　in　behind　her　and　slammed　the　door。　The　photographer　
pressed　his　camera　close　to　the　window　and　Serena　buried　her　face　in　Thaddeus？s　broad　shoulder；　
feeling　a　little　like　Princess　Di　must　have　just　before　she　died。　

？Let？s　go；　let？s　go！？Thad　barked　at　the　driver。　

As　they　sped　away；　the　photographer　called　after　them。　？That？ll　be　the　cover　of　thePost　
tomorrow！？　

When　they　reached　Seventy…first　and　Third；Thaddeus　paid　the　driver　and　hopped　out　so　he　could　
open　her　door。　Their　footfalls　echoed　into　the　night；　and　the　distant　traffic　on　Second　Avenue　
sounded　vaguely　like　the　ocean。　Serena　climbed　the　bottom　step　of　her　stoop　and　then　turned。　
Standing　there；　she　was　at　eye　level　with　Thaddeus。　

？Would　you　like　to　e　up　for　a　drink？？　she　asked；　determined　that　the　ugly　incident　with　the　
paparazzi　wouldn？t　put　a　damper　on　the　evening。　After　all；　this　was　the　first　time　she？d　had　
Thaddeus　all　to　herself。　There　was　no　angry　director；　no　fussy　cinematographer；　no　script　to　follow。　
She　wasn？t　going　to　let　this　moment　pass。　

He　shrugged。　？Maybe　we　should　just　sit　here　for　a　while。？　He　sank　down　onto　the　stoop。　？Are　
you　okay？？　

？I？m　fine；？　she　breathed；　delicately　pulling　at　her　dress　before　sitting　down　next　to　him。　

？That　fucking　photographer；？　he　growled　sulkily。　


Serena　put　a　protective　hand　on　his　leg。　？He　was　just　an　asshole。？　She　smiled　cheerfully　at　
him。　？Don？t　worry　about　it。　e　up　and　I？ll　make　you　a　nice　cold　mojito。？　

？Sometimes　I　just　get　tired　of　it？the　way　they　talk　to　you　like　they　know　you。　The　way　he　called　
me　Thad；　you　know？？　Thaddeus　went　on；　ignoring　her　invitation。　Serena　blinked　at　the　sliver　of　
moon　hovering　over　a　Seventy…second　Street　high…rise。　

？It　must　be　hard　for　you。　I　mean；　people　probably　think　they　know　you。　They　see　your　movies；　
they　see　you　in　maga…zines。？　

But　they　don？t　get　to　enjoy　intimate　dinners　with　him；　poor　babies。　

？I　mean；　my　name？s　not　even　Thaddeus；　for　Christ？s　sake。？　

？What　do　you　mean？？　she　asked；　confused。　

？It？s　Tim。　My　agent　thought　it　should　be　something　catchier。？　

？I　guess　it　worked。？　Serena　nodded；　wondering　suddenly　if　she　shouldn？t　changeher　name。　It　
might　be　good　for　her　career。　

Yeah；　Serena　van　der　Woodsen　isn？t　catchy　at　all。　

He　dug　into　his　pocket　and　pulled　out　a　soft　pack　of　Parliament　Lights。　？At　least　it？s　quiet　here；？　
he　said；　lighting　up。　

That？s　right。　You？re　safe；　right　here；　with　me。？No　photographers　here；？　Serena　giggled。　？Just　the　
two　of　us。？　

？Working　on　our　chemistry；？　Thaddeus　laughed。　？Our　homework。　Chemistry　homework；　get　it？？　

Better　stick　to　the　script；　dude。　

It　was　easily　the　best　homework　assignment　Serena　had　ever　been　given；　and　she　was　sure　she　
was　acing　it。　The　question　was　how　to　nuzzle　up　to　him　but　make　it　clear　she　wasn？t　rehearsing。　
She　wanted　to　make　sure　he　saw　her　as　Serena　and　not　Holly；　and　that　he　could　distinguish　the　
fake　kisses　from　the　real　thing。　

？Hello；　again；？　came　a　voice　from　above　them。　It　was　Jason；　her　downstairs　neighbor；　wearing　a　
navy　pinstripe　suit。　His　blue…and…yellow…striped　tie　was　loose　around　his　neck　and　the　collar　of　his　
white　oxford　shirt　was　unbuttoned。　She　hadn？t　seen　him　since　he？d　e　to　her　rescue　her　first　
day　in　the　apartment；　and　she？d　actually　sort　of　forgotten　about　him。　

？Hi；　Jason。？　Serena　wanted　to　be　polite　but　she　honestly　hoped　he？d　just　disappear。　He　was　


friendly　and　cute　but　she　and　Thaddeus　had　homework　to　do。　

？What？s　up？？　Thaddeus　put　on　that　same；　friendly；　flirty　tone　he　used　on　the　talk　show　circuit。　
He　extended　a　hand　to　Jason　but　remained　perched　on　the　stoop。　？I？m　Thaddeus。？　

Jason　came　down　the　steps。　？I　was　just　getting　my　mail。　Hey；　I？m　Jason。？　He　gave　Thaddeus？s　

hand　a　firm　shake。　？Nice　to　meet　you。？　

？Pull　up　a　step；？　Thaddeus　joked；　scooting　over　a　little。　？There？s　plenty　of　room。？　

？Or　we　could　go　upstairs　to　my　place　and　get　a　drink；？　Serena　suggested　hopefully。　

？Why　don？t　I　just　grab　some　beers？？　Jason　offered。　？I？ve　got　some　inside。　Then　we　don？t　have　

to　bother　with　all　those　stairs。？　

？Excellent。　I　kind　of　like　it　right　here。　Nice　breeze。　Good　pany。？Thaddeus　grinned　at　Serena。　

？Me　too。？　She　smiled　back；　even　though　she？d　much　rather　have　been　upstairs　and　alone　with　

him。　If　he　wanted　a　breeze；　she　could　always　open　a　window。　
Jason　lived　on　the　parlor　floor；　so　it　only　took　him　a　minute　to　dash　inside　and　fetch　three　cold　

bottles　of　Heineken。　

？Thanks。？　Thaddeus　sighed　as　he　cracked　the　top　and　tossed　the　cap　onto　the　next　step。　

？Long　day？？　asked　Jason。　

？Seriously；？Thaddeus　agreed。？What　do　you　do？？　

？I？m　a　summer　associate　at　Lowell；　Bonderoff；　Foster　and　Wallace；？　Jason　explained　before　
taking　a　long　swig。　A　car　honked　loudly　in　the　street。　Serena　looked　at　her　watch。　This　
conversation　was　really　quite　riveting；　but　frankly；　she？d　rather　be　soaking　in　a　Bliss　salt…and…sage　
bubble　bath。　

？They？re　my　lawyers！？　Thaddeus　exclaimed　excitedly；　like　Jason　was　the　most　interesting　guy　
he？d　ever　met。　？You　don？t　know　Sam；　do　you？？　

？I　knowof　him；？　Jason　replied。　？He？s　a　partner　over　in　the　LA　office；　right？？　

A　gentle　breeze　lifted　Thaddeus？s　messy　hair　off　his　fore…head。　？He？s　a　real　pit　bull。　God；　I　
remember　one　time　I　was　having　this　contract　dispute　with　a　studio　and？？　

？It？s　a　small　world。？　Serena　yawned　and　pointed　her　ballet…slippered　toes。　


？Here？s　to　a　small　world。？　Thaddeus　lifted　his　bottle　and　clinked　it　against　Jason？s　and　then　
Serena？s。　

She　chugged　the　entire　contents　of　her　beer　and　inched　a　little　closer　to　Thaddeus。　Even　if　their　
conversation　was　deathly　boring；　she　knew　she　was　in　the　presence　of　two　sweet　young　gentlemen　
who　would　probably　carry　her　up　four　flights　of　stairs　to　her　apartment　if　she　happened　to　drink　
too　much　and　couldn？t　walk。　

After　all；　she？s　always　depended　on　the　kindness　of　strangers。　

the　runaway　bride　

Blair　Waldorf　burst　into　the　lobby　of　Claridge？s　like　a　woman　on　a　mission；　which　was　exactly　
what　she　was。　She　had　to　get　back　to　her　suite　and　sift　through　the　packages　she？d　had　delivered。　
She　was　particularly　interested　in　revisiting　the　show…stopping　wedding　gown　that　had　been　her　
week？s　biggest　quarry：　at　ten　thousand　pounds　it　was　a　splurge；　even　for　her；　but　it　was　so　perfect　
that　it　was　worth　every　penny；　and　Blair　knew　her　mother　would　agree。　And　if　she　didn？t；　Blair　
knew　her　father；　Harold　J。　Waldorf；　would：　he　was　a　fabulous　gay　man　living　the　high　life　in　the　
south　of　France。　If　anyone　understood　the　thrill　of　finding　the　perfect　wedding　dress；　he　would。　

She？d　been　meaning　to　schedule　a　weekend　rendezvous　with　her　dear　old　dad　in　Paris？surely　it　
was　time　for　Marcus　to　meet　her　parents？　It　was　only　a　couple　of　hours　away　by　the　Chunnel；　and　
it　would　beso　fun　to　take　a　romantic　train　ride　with　her　boyfriend　and　leave　cousin　Camilla　behind。　
As　she　marched　through　the　lobby；　she　spied　the　concierge　standing　behind　her　neat　little　
desk。Perfect；　Blair　thought。　She　could　haveher　make　the　arrangements！　Blair　stormed　across　the　
marble　tiles　to　where　the　woman　stood；　scribbling　notes　in　some　sort　of　leather…bound　ledger。　

？I　need　some　assistance；？　Blair　ordered。　？Tickets　to　Paris。？　

？Madam！　Ms。　er；　Beaton…Rhodes？？　asked　the　concierge；　a　short；　prim　Asian　woman　sporting　
circular　John　Lennon？type　glasses　and　a　nononsense　bob。　

　？It？sMiss　Waldorf；　actually；？　Blair　corrected　her。

　Not　Mrs。yet。　

？Yes；　of　course；？　the　concierge　apologized。　？Madam；　I？m　just　confirming　your　reservation　for　
another　week。　Is　that　accurate？？　

？Sure；　sure。？　Blair　waved　her　hand。　She　had　business　to　attend　to。　？Like　I　was　saying；　I　want　to　
go　to　Paris。　Like；　immediately。？　


？That？s　fine；　then。　I？ll　just　need　a　credit　card。　For　the　room　charge。？　
？Can　you　just　bill　Lord　Marcus？？　Blair　asked；　irritated。　？He？s　handling　the　whole