gossip girl 11 英文- 第9部分

That？s　so　weird？my　family　is　actually　moving　from　New　York　to　L。A。　really　soon。　It　will　be　cool　
to　know　someone　if　I？m　forced　to　spend　breaks　there。　

So　。　。　。　about　me：　I　grew　up　in　Manhattan　on　the　Upper　East　Side　and　attended　an　all…girls　school　
called　Constance　Billard。　My　mom　married　a　moron　and　had　a　baby　even　though　they？re　like　


ninety　years　old。　I　named　her　Yale。　My　parents　are　divorced　and　my　dad　lives　in　a　chateau　on　a　
vineyard　in　France。　He　and　his　boyfriend　just　adopted　Cambodian　twins。　I　can？t　even　talk　about　it。　

Yes；　I　have　a　boyfriend？his　name　is　Nate；　and　we？ve　been　togetherforever　。　This　past　summer　we　
borrowed　his　father？s　yacht　and　sailed　around　for　a　month　and　fell　totally　in　love　all　over　again；　
and　lucky　for　you　he？s　ing　to　Yale；　too。　Why　so　lucky？　Because　you？ll　get　the　room　all　to　
yourself　once　Natie　and　I　find　a　house　together　off…campus。　It？s　all　working　out　so　perfectly　I　
could　just　scream　with　happiness。　

See　you　soon！　

　Sincerely；　

　Blair　

P。S。　But　seriously；　we　can？t　have　cars　oncampus？　
to　err　is　human；　to　forgive　is　against　b？s　rules　

Blair　surveyed　the　various　Louis　Vuitton　trunks　that　surrounded　her；　the　endless　LV　monograms　
multiplying　and　making　her　feel　dizzy。　She　grabbed　a　stack　of　Fair　Isle　sweaters　and　held　the　soft　
material　to　her　cheek　for　a　minute　before　throwing　them　into　an　empty　trunk。　Looking　around　at　
the　half…packed　trunks　and　suitcases；　at　Aaron？s　old；　smelly　room　in　a　state　of　total　disarray；　she　
still　couldn？t　quite　believe　her　family　was　really　moving　to　California？or　that　she　had　to　bring　
every　single　piece　of　winter　clothing　she　owned　to　Yale　with　her；　since　she？d　never　be　able　to　
wear　it　in　L。A。　anyway。　The　whole　process　of　packing　some　things　for　college　and　some　things　for　
California　was　made　all　the　more　obnoxious　by　the　fact　that　she　had　toship　the　trunks　to　Yale　since　
she　wouldn？t　be　driving　her　beautiful　bisque…colored　BMW　to　school。　Why　the　fuck　did　Yale　have　
to　change　the　rules　about　bringing　a　car　the　very　yearshe　was　going　there？　Blair　sighed；　flopping　
down　on　the　ugly　hemp　bedspread。　She　couldn？t　imagine　anything　more　depressing　than　having　to　
take　the　freakingtrain　to　school。　

Well；　she　could　hitchhike。　That　might　be　fun。　

Blair　closed　her　eyes　and　tried　to　picture　what　Thanksgiving　and　Christmas　breaks　would　be　like　
in　Los　Angeles。　There　would　be　no　sledding　in　Central　Park　or　walking　up　Fifth　Avenue　at　
Christmastime　with　Serena；　making　fun　of　the　tourists　gawking　at　the　Saks　windows。　No　more　
ice…skating　at　Rockefeller　Center　with　Nate　under　the　enormous　tree；　a　cloudy　December　sky　
threatening　snow　overhead。　It　was　painfully　sunny　almost　every　day　of　the　year　in　Los　Angeles；　
and　there　was　practically　no　ozone　layer；　for　God？s　sake。　She？d　have　to　slather　herself　in　SPF　40　
just　to　open　a　fucking　window。　


She　sat　up；　grabbed　a　trunk；　and　began　filling　it　with　armloads　of　silk　underwear。　If　she　and　Nate　
couldn？t　share　New　York　anymore；　at　least　they？d　have　the　perfect　home　together　in　New　
Haven？maybe　a　little　stone　cottage　close　to　campus　with　ivy　climbing　gaily　up　the　gray　stone　
walls。　They　would　sit　facing　each　other　in　front　of　a　roaring　fire；　drinking　gin　and　tonics　and　
studying。　She？d　make　flash　cards　to　help　him　study　for　his　economics　exams；　and　they？d　cook　
dinner　together　every　night；　moving　carefully　around　each　other　in　the　cozy　kitchen。　Nate　would　
stop　in　the　middle　of　carving　the　venison　from　the　deer　he？d　shot　himself　on　last　weekend？s　
hunting　trip　and　take　her　in　his　arms；　covering　her　with　kisses　until；　dinner　forgotten；　he　would　lay　
her　down　on　the　bearskin　rug？from　a　bear　he　had　killed　and　skinned？slowly　peeling　her　clothes　
from　her　body。　。　。　。　

Blair　dropped　the　pair　of　black　cropped　Gucci　jodhpurs　she　was　holding　and　grabbed　her　cell；　
hitting　speed　dial　number　3。　Nate？s　phone　went　straight　to　voice　mail　。　。　。　again。　She　threw　the　
phone　onto　the　cat…pee…stained；　sea…grass…mat…covered　floor　and　it　went　skittering　into　the　
corner。Wherewas　he？　

Then　the　door　opened　and　Nate　walked　in；　as　if　on　cue。　Blair　jumped　to　her　feet　and　threw　
herself　into　his　arms；　purring　against　his　chest。　？I　just　called　you！？　She　wrapped　her　arms　around　
him　and　squeezed　tight；　breathing　in　the　scent　of　summer　and　his　slightly　sweaty　armpits。　But　
Nate　didn？t　seem　to　be　hugging　her　back。　She　pulled　back　ever　so　slightly　and　looked　up　into　his　
face。　He　looked　serious？and　Nate　never　looked　serious。

　Uh…oh。　

？What？s　wrong？？　Blair　demanded；　her　brow　furrowing。　Without　waiting　for　an　answer　she　
turned　around　and　began　folding　pairs　of　jeans；　working　methodically。　If　she　kept　busy；　maybe　she　
wouldn？t　have　an　aneurysm。　What　the　fuck　was　going　on？　

？I　have　to　tell　you　something；　Blair。？　Nate？s　voice　was　shaking。　？There？s　something　important　
I？ve　been　keeping　from　you。？　Blair？s　heart　bumped　crazily　in　her　chest。　He　looked　so　totallywhite　
under　his　tan。　Seeing　him　so　obviously　upset　made　her　even　more　nervous。　She　sat　down　on　a　
closed　trunk　and　waited。　Had　Serena　finally　told　Nate　she　was　in　love　with　him？　Did　he　love　
Serena　back？　Werethey　going　to　run　off　to　France　together　to　adopt　Cambodian　twins？　

？I　didn？t　get　my　diploma；？　Nate　blurted　in　a　rush；　as　if　hoping　she　might　not　catch　the　words。　？I　
have　to　repeat　senior　year　at　St。　Jude？s。？　Blair　grabbed　the　edge　of　the　trunk　she　was　sitting　on　
with　white　fingers；　staring　at　him　unprehendingly。　

？I　can？t　go　to　Yale　with　you。？　He　clarified。　？I？m　so　sorry。？　

？What？？　Blair　screeched　in　disbelief。　She　stood　up；　fingers　clenched　into　fists　at　her　sides。　？What　
did　you　say？？　Nate？s　face　was　an　infuriating　blank。　The　whole　room　seemed　to　go　red。　Seriously？　
Was　thisseriously　happening？　First　her　best　friend　betrayed　her；　then　her　family　abandoned　their　


fucking　home；　then　her　car　was　practically　ripped　away　from　her；　and　now　the　supposed　love　of　
her　life　was　making　her　go　off　to　college　without　him　because　he　wasstuck　in　high　school？　Was　
this　seriously　fuckinghappening？　

？WHAT　THE　HELL；　NATE！？？　she　screamed；　throwing　a　pair　of　black　alligator　Manolos　across　
the　room；　narrowly　missing　his　head。　

　Love　hurts！　

Blair？s　head　filled　with　static。　Nate　wasn？t　going　to　Yale　with　her？he　was　staying　right　here　in　
New　York？in　the　city　where　very　soon　she　would　no　longer　have　a　home。　He　might　as　well　have　
told　her　that　hewas　in　love　with　Serena？the　end　result　was　still　the　same。　She　and　Nate　would　be　
apart　next　year；　living　totally　separate　lives。　How　were　they　supposed　to　live　happily　ever　after　the　
way　they　were　destined　to　if　he　was　still　inhigh　school　？　Blair　was　breathing　so　fast　her　head　felt　
light　and　dizzy。　

？I？ll；　um　。　。　。　I？ll　call　you　later；？　Nate　said　unfortably；　looking　down　at　the　carpet。　His　
shoulders　rose　in　a　deep；　shuddering　sigh。　？When　you？re　a　little　more　calm。？　Which　might　be　
never。　

？What　do　you　want　me　to　say；　Nate？　Congratu…freakinglations？　Hey；　at　least　you　can　call　me　to　
help　you　with　yourhomework　？！？　Blair　screamed　as　he　opened　the　door　and　closed　it　softly　behind　
him。　

Don？t　go　giving　him　any　ideas。　。　。　。　

　TO：　caligirl90210@gmail。

　FROM：　Bwaldorf@constancebillard。edu　

Subject：　re：　We？re　Roomies！　

　Dear　Alana；　

P。P。S。　Forget　every　fucking　thing　I　just　said。　I　hope　you？re　at　least　a　semi…fucking　normal　human　
being；　because　no　one　else　in　my　life　is。　
See　you　soon。　
Blair　



tangled　up　in　s　

Nate　walked　out　of　Blair？s　apartment　building　and　onto　Fifth　Avenue；　grateful　for　the　
anonymous　noise　and　clamor　of　the　busy　street。　At　least　no　one　was　yelling　at　him　out　here。　He　
knew　that　she　wouldn？t　take　the　news　that　he　wasn？t　going　to　Yale　with　her　well　or　anything；　but　
he　hadn？t　expected　it　to　bethat　bad。　He　stopped　on　the　corner　and　pulled　out　a　pack　of　cigarettes。　
He　was　tempted　by　the　tightly　rolled　emergency　joint　he？d　shoved　in　the　back；　but　pulled　out　a　
Parliament　instead　and　lit　the　tip；　his　hands　shaking。　

He　was　trying　to　think　with　his　balls　like　Chips　said。　He？d　thought　that　if　he　just　came　clean　to　
her；　everything　would　just　fall　into　place。　Sure；　he？d　be　in　Manhattan　for　an　extra　year；　but　they？d　
see　each　other　every　weekend。　It　wasn？t　like　hewanted　to　stay　behind　in　the　city　while　Blair　and　
Serena？his　girls？were　up　in　New　Haven。　

Nate　exhaled　a　cloud　of　smoke　and　started　walking　uptown；　not　knowing　or　caring　where　he　was　
headed。　Thinking　with　his　balls　was　totally　overrated。　All　he　really　needed　was　to　talk　to　someone　
who　actually　cared　about　him；　someone　who　knew　him　better　than　anyone。　The　problem　was；　that　
person　had　just　thrown　a　pair　of　shoes　at　his　head。　

He　stopped　in　his　tracks　and　looked　up　at　the　tall　stone　building　in　front　of　him　at　Eighty…first　
and　Fifth　Avenue；　almost　across　from　the　Metropolitan　Museum　of　Art。　His　feet　had　led　him　right　
to　Serena？s　doorstep。　As　he　stared　up　at　the　gauzy；　white　curtains　covering　the　windows　of　the　
top…floor　apartment；　Nate　wondered　if　she　was　home。　He　walked　into　the　lobby　and　raised　his　
hand　to　the　doorman；　who　smiled　and　waved　him　through。　

As　he　rode　up　in　the　wood…paneled　elevator；　Nate　wasn？t　sure　wha