波波小说

第26部分（第3页）

gossip　girl

all　aboard？or　not

Tick…tock；　tick…tock　。　。　。

Blair　stood　beneath　the　giant　clock　atop　the　information　booth　in　the　middle　of　Grand　Central

Station；　searching　the　crowd　impatiently　for　Nate。　The　main　hall　of　Grand　Central　was　mass

pandemonium。　Travelers　rushed　to　their　trains；　suitcases　dragging　behind　them；　seemingly

oblivious　to　the　train　station？s　elegant　beauty。　Grand　Central　was　so　much　nicer　than　any　other

station　in　the　world；　with　its　marble　floors；　gold　leaf　molding；　and　beautiful　sea　green　mural　of　the

constellations　on　the　ceiling。　When　Blair　was　little　she？d　loved　searching　for　the　scorpion；　her

zodiac　sign。

Not　that　she　was　really　in　any　mood　to　appreciate　the　beauty　of　the　old　train　station　today。　As　the

impatient　muters　streamed　past　her；　Blair　felt　like　the　only　person　standing　still　in　the　whole

place。　She　checked　her　watch　again？not　that　she　needed　to；　considering　she　was　standing　under

the　biggest　fucking　clock　in　the　world。　Their　train　was　leaving　in　less　than　ten　minutes；　and　Nate

wasn？t　there。　She　hadn？t　seen　him　since　she？d　toasted　the　good　news　about　Yale　last　night　with

his　dad。　He？d　disappeared　at　the　end　of　the　party；　presumably　to　go　home　and　pack。　Of　course；　he

was　bound　to　bring　all　the　wrong　things　and　forget　his　lacrosse　stick。　He　was　so　totally　helpless

when　it　came　to　packing。　Blair　grabbed　her　cell　from　her　black…and…white　Balenciaga　bag　and　held

down　the　number　three　again；　sighing　as　it　rang　and　rang　and　then　went　to　Nate？s　voice　mail。

Again。　What　was　the　holdup？　She　couldn？t　wait　to　just　get　on　that　train　and　watch　the　landscape

change　as　they　sped　away　from　the　city？and　everything　that　she　knew。

She　straightened　the　hem　of　her　fitted　black　Chanel　dress；　which　she　wore　with　black　ballet　flats

and　gold　hoop　earrings；　a　chic　white　hat　in　her　purse。　The　outfit　reminded　her　of　Audrey　Hepburn

inSabrina　；　on　her　triumphant　return　home　from　a　year　in　Paris。　Sabrina　had　left　her　home　in　the

suburbs　of　New　York　a　brokenhearted　and　shy　girl　and　had　returned　a　stylish；　sophisticated；　and

mature　woman。　Blair　had　always　been　stylish　and　mature；　but　at　Yale　she　would　bee　even

more　so。　She　threw　her　cell　back　into　her　bag；　tapping　one　of　her　ballet　flats　against　the　floor　as

she　waited；　and　waited；　for　her　Humphrey　Bogart。

Serena　hurried　through　Grand　Central；　her　yellow　flipflops　slapping　the　marble　as　she　ran。　She？d

planned　on　getting　to　the　train　station　at　a　quarter　to　ten　to　say　one　last　goodbye　to　Blair；　but　of

course　she？d　overslept？the　result　of　one　too　many　flutes　of　Dom　Perignon　last　night。　She？d

thrown　on　her　white　eyelet　Anthropologie　sundress　and　her　largest　pair　of　vintage　white　Chanel

sunglasses。　Getting　stopped　for　autographs　would　only　slow　her　down　and　make　her　even　later

than　she　already　was。

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