波波小说

第10部分（第4页）

Blair　didn？t　even　flinch　at　the　sight　of　Serena　and　Nate　holding　hands。　She？d　always　wanted　to

be　a　foursome；　she？d　just　always　thought　it　would　be　her　and　Nate　and　Serena　and　someone　else。

She　looked　up　into　Lord　Marcus？s　handsome　golf…course…green　eyes　and　he　swooped　down　and

kissed　her　tenderly　on　the　tip　of　her　nose。

Nate　had　never　been　that　into　public　displays　of　affection。　And　anyway；　what　had　ever　been　so

special　about　Nate？

Boys　will　be　boys　and　girls　will　be　girls

？I　heard　about　you。　You？re　the　kid　who？s　to　take　my　place　on　the　Yale　lacrosse　team。　Excuse　me；

ladies。？　Lord　Marcus　reached　across　Blair　and　Serena　to　clasp　Nate？s　hand　in　the　cramped

backseat　of　the　cab　as　it　raced　down　the　hot　Park　Avenue　blacktop。　？Coach　said　you　were　a　maniac

with　a　stick。？

That？s　one　way　of　putting　it。

Nate　hoped　Lord　Marcus　wouldn？t　guess　that　he？d　been　crying。　Now　would？ve　been　a　good　time

to　take　another　Viagra；　just　to　give　him　an　ego　boost　and　keep　the　tears　from　flowing。　If　it　hadn？t

been　for　those　annoying　side　effects；　he？d　have　taken　it　every　day。

What；　like　the　major　hard…ons？　But　that？s　not　a　side　effect；　that？s　the　whole　point！

？So　is　Yale；　like；　seriously　tough　or　what？？　Nate　asked；　because　it　was　the　only　thing　he　could

think　of　to　say。　Blair　had　her　head　on　Lord　Marcus？s　shoulder；　and　she　looked　so　fortable；　it

was　sort　of　unsettling　and　nice　to　see　at　the　same　time。　Her　dark　hair　was　growing　out　and　it

looked　so　soft　and　shiny；　Nate　could　almost　feel　it　in　his　hands。

Oh；　please。　Don？t　cry。

？Not　as　hard　as　Coach　Heffner？s　arse；？　Lord　Marcus　joked。　？She　told　us　all　about　how　she

stabbed　you　with　a　fork　when　you　tried　to　hit　on　her。？

Nate　had　pretty　much　blocked　that　little　episode　out　of　his　mind；　and　he　flinched；

remembering。　？I　just　wasn？t　expecting　a　hot　female　coach；？　he　admitted。

？Believe　me；　none　of　us　were；？　Lord　Marcus　replied　with　a　knowing　smile。　He　lit　a　Marlboro

Red；　but　the　tiny；　shriveled　cabdriver　flapped　his　hand　in　annoyance；　so　he　threw　it　out　the

window。

？Let？s　all　light　cigarettes　and　see　what　he　does；？　Serena　whispered；　still　feeling　giddy。　She

handed　out　four　Merit　Ultra　Lights　from　her　black　suede　Balenciaga　fringed　hobo　bag　and　Lord

Marcus　helped　her　light　them　with　a　silver　Tiffany　lighter。

The　driver　screeched　to　a　halt　when　he　noticed　the　smoke。　？Get　out　of　my　cab！？　he　shouted；　his

tiny；　shriveled　fists　raised　in　anger。

Lord　Marcus；　ever　the　polite　Englishman；　began　to　apologize；　pretending　he　didn？t　know　it　was

illegal　to　smoke　in　American　taxis。　But　they　were　al

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