波波小说

第36部分（第4页）

everything　a　girl　could　possibly　want。

Blair　was　petite；　with　a　pretty；　foxlike　face；　blue　eyes；　and　wavy　chestnut…colored　hair。　She　let

everyone　know　what　she　was　thinking；　and　she　was　fiercely　petitive。　For　instance；　she　always

found　opportunities　to　point　out　that　her　chest　was　almost　a　whole　cup　size　larger　than　Serena？s

and　that　she？d　scored　almost　100　points　higher　than　Serena　on　the　practice　SAT。

Way　back　in　fifth　grade；　Serena　had　told　Nate　she　was　pretty　sure　Blair　had　a　crush　on　him。　He

started　to　notice　that　Blair　did　stick　her　chest　out　when　he　was　looking；　and　she　was　always　either

bossing　him　around　or　fixing　his　hair。　Of　course　Blair　never　admitted　that　she　liked　him；　which

made　him　like　her　even　more。

Nate　sighed　deeply。　No　one　understood　how　difficult　it　was　being　best　friends　with　two　such

beautiful；　impossible　girls。

Like　he　would　have　been　friends　with　them　if　they　were　awkward　and　butt…ugly？

He　closed　his　eyes　and　breathed　in　the　sweet　scent　of　Serena？s　Fr？d？ric　Fekkai　Apple　Cider

clarifying　shampoo。　He？d　kissed　lots　of　girls　and　had　even　gone　to　third　base　last　June　with

L？Wren　Knowes；　a　very　experienced　older　Seaton　Arms　School　senior　who　really　did　seem　to

know　everything。　But　kissing　Serena　would　be　。　。　。　different。　He　loved　her。　It　was　as　simple　as　that。

She　was　his　best　friend；　and　he　loved　her。

And　if　you　can？t　kiss　your　best　friend；　whocan　you　kiss？

upper　east　side　schoolgirl　uncovers　shocking　sex　scandal！

？Ew；？　Blair　Waldorf　muttered　at　her　reflection　in　the　full…length　mirror　on　the　back　of　her　closet

door。　She　liked　to　keep　her　closet　organized；　but　not　too　organized。　Whites　with　whites；　off…whites

with　off…whites；　navy　with　navy；　black　with　black。　But　that　was　it。　Jeans　were　tossed　in　a　heap　on

the　closet　floor。　And　there　were　dozens　of　them。　It　was　almost　a　game　to　close　her　eyes　and　feel

around　and　e　up　with　a　pair　that　used　to　be　too　tight　in　the　ass　but　fit　a　little　loosely　now　that

she？d　cut　out　her　daily　after…dinner　milk…and…Chips…Ahoy　routine。

Blair　looked　at　the　mirror；　assessing　her　outfit。　Her　Marc　by　Marc　Jacobs　shell　pink　sheer　cotton

blouse　was　fine。　It　was　the　fuchsia　La　Perla　bra　that　was　the　problem。　It　showed　right　through　the

blouse　so　that　she　looked　like　a　stripper。　But　she　was　only　going　to　Nate？s　house　to　hang　out　with

him　and　Serena。　And　Nate　liked　to　talk　about　bras。　He　was　genuinely　curious　about；　for　instance；

what　the　purpose　of　an　underwire　was；　or　why　some　bras　fastened　in　front　and　some　fastened　in

back。　It　was　a　big　turn…on　for　him；　obviously；　but　it　was　also　sort　of　sweet。　He　was　a　lonely　o

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