波波小说

第1部分（第4页）

no　surprise　that　he　seemed　unimpressed。　It　was　also　obvious　from　the　way　he　kept　his　eyes　trained

on　his　limited　edition　Stan　Smith　tennis　shoes　that　he　was　doing　his　best　to　pretend　he　hadn？t

noticed　that　Blair？the　girl　he　was　supposed　spend　the　rest　of　his　life　with　but　had　fucked　over　only

last　week　by　fooling　around　with　Serena　on　senior　cut　day？was　standing　only　twenty　feet　away；

glaring　at　him。

After　walking　in　on　Nate　and　Serena；　Blair　had　sworn　to　herself　that　she　would　not　freak　out　at

the　sight　of　them；　grab　the　nearest　sharp　or　heavy　object；　and　hurl　it　at　their　heads；

shouting；　？Cheating；　horny　fuckheads！？　But　she　couldn？t　help　feeling　more　than　a　little　pissed　off

by　how　good　they　looked　together。　The　natural　highlights　in　Nate？s　hair　were　exactly　the　same

pale　gold　color　as　Serena？s　hair；　and　they　both　had　the　same　healthy；　sun…drenched　glow；　as　if

they？d　spent　hours　together　on　a　blanket　in　Sheep　Meadow；　kissing　and　getting　tan。　Serena　was

wearing　one　of　Nate？s　weather…beaten　navy　blue　short…sleeved　polo　shirts；　its　collar　faded　and　the

hem　frayed；　and　Nate？s　cheeks　sparkled　a　little　in　the　bright　ballroom　light　from　the　glitter　in

Serena？s　pale　pink　Vincent　Longo　lip　gloss。

Which　might　have　been　cute　in　other　circumstances　but　was　definitelynot　cute　right　now。

Still；　there　was　something　amiss　in　their　togetherness。　Nate　looked　thin　and　depressed；　and

Serena　looked　distracted　and　spacier　than　usual。　Blair　satisfied　herself　with　the　notion　that　they

were　definitely　not　happy。　Nate　was　probably　always　too　stoned　to　pay　attention　to　Serena　in　the

way　that　she　passive…aggressively　demanded。　And　Serena　probably　forgot　to　call　Nate　all　the　time。

He　pretended　not　to　like　constant　calling；　but　he　secretly　needed　it　the　way　only　children　always

need　to　be　reminded　that　they　are　the　center　of　the　universe。　With　a　private；　smug　smile；　Blair

went　back　to　the　rack　of　Ghost　dresses　she？d　been　sorting　through　in　a　halfhearted　attempt　to　find

something　original　and　irresistible　to　wear　for　Constance　Billard？s　graduation　ceremony；　which

was　only　two　weeks　away。

Exactly。　Why　waste　energy　on　hating　them　when　there　were　more　important　matters　to　attend　to；

like　buying　a　dress？

Serena　pulled　off　the　hat　she　was　wearing　and　tried　on　a　black　silk　one　with　tiny　faux　pearls

stitched　all　over　it　and　a　cropped　black　mesh　just…over…the…eyes　veil。　She　pursed　her　glossy　lips　at

the　mirror　and　decided　she　looked　like　Madonna　inEvita　；　or　some　mobster？s　trophy　wife。　That

was　one　of　the　things　she　loved　about　acting　so　much。　She　could　bat　her　thick…lashed；　deep　blue

eyes　at　the　audience　from　behind　a　veil　and　suddenly　she　was　a　tragic　figure　badly　in　need　of　a

little　TLC　or；　at　the　very　least；　a　stiff　cocktail。

This　particular　hat　was　very　dramatic；　which　was　exactly　the　way　she？d　been　feeling　lately。　Not

depressed　dramatic；　or　ecstatic　dramatic；　but　behaving…in…a…way…that…wasn？t…exactly　herself

dramatic。　She　stole　a　sidelong　glance　at　Blair；　who　was　fervently　flicking　through　a　rack　of　dresses；

refusing　to　even　acknowledge　Serena？s　presence。　Serena　exchanged　the　black　hat　for　a　hideous

thick　purple　velvet　headband　with　fake　fruit　and　leaves　sewn　all　over　it。　If　only　Blair　would　look

her　way；　Serena　knew　she？d　pee　her　pants　with　amusement。　But　Blair　kep

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