again。 ？Mom！？ she shouted； wiping her mouth on a parchment…coloredR …monogrammed guest
towel。
？Blair？？ her mother called back。 Eleanor Waldorf wandered slowly down the hall wearing a pink
boiled wool Chanel suit that had been let out at the waist to acmodate her five…months
pregnant belly。 Her highlighted blond bob was pulled back into a neat ponytail and she was
wearing white rabbit fur slippers and carrying her portable phone。 Like most Upper East Side
hostesses； Eleanor spent all the time she wasn？t having lunch or getting her hair done on the
phone。 ？What are you doing home？？ she asked her daughter。 ？Are you sick？？
Blair clutched her stomach and tried not to look at her mother。 ？I saw the note from Cyrus；？ she
croaked。 ？You？re having a girl？？
Her mother beamed back at her； her blue eyes sparkling ecstatically。 ？Isn？t it wonderful？？ she
cried。 ？I found out this morning。？ She flip…flopped up to Blair in her fur slippers and threw her
arms around her daughter？s neck。 ？Cyrus has always wanted a girl。 And now when you e
home from college you？ll have a little baby sister to play with！？
Blair grimaced as her stomach did another back flip at the mention of college。
？I hope you don？t mind；？ Eleanor babbled on。 ？But we？re planning to turn your room into a
nursery since we？re running out of bedrooms。 You and Aaron will be going away to school soon
anyway。 You don？t mind； do you； sweetheart？？
Blair stared at her mother blankly。 She hadn？t wanted a stepbrother or a stepfather and she
certainly didn？t want a baby sister； especially not one who was going to take over herroom 。 ？I？m
going to go lie down；？ she replied weakly。
？I？ll have Myrtle send in some bouillon；？ her mother called after her。
Blair slammed her bedroom door and dove onto her bed； burying her head in the depths of her
extrasoft goose…down pillows。 Kitty Minky； her gray Russian Blue cat； jumped onto her back and
kneaded his paws into her black…and…white Fair Isle sweater。 ？Help me；？ Blair moaned miserably
to her cat。 If only she could lie there until late August and then be helicoptered to her new dorm
room at Yale； skipping all the bad parts in the script of the movie that was her life； the parts that
needed to be rewritten。
Out of habit； she reached out and punched the playback button on the answering machine on her
bedside table； keeping her eyes closed as she listened。
？Hello； Blair； it？s Owen。 Owen Wells。 Sorry I couldn？t call earlier。 What happened？ I woke up
and you were gone。 Anyway； Happy Valentine？s Day； gorgeous。 Call me back when you have a
moment。 Bye…bye。？
？Hello； Blair； it？s Owen again。 Did you get my flowers？ I hope you like them。 Call me back
when you have a moment。 Thanks。 ？Bye。？
？Hello； Blair。 I know it？s short notice； but would you like to have dinner with me？ Um； this is
Owen by the way。 Plans on the home front have changed and I？m all freed up。 So how ？bout Le
Cirque this evening； gorgeous？ Give me a call。？
？Hello； Blair。 I got a table at Le Cirque？？ Blair kicked her answering machine off the bedside
table and it came unplugged。 She didn？t care that Owen had the sexiest voice and was the best
kisser in all of New York。 She couldn？t play Audrey to his Cary anymore； not when Cary had
turned out to be a lying； cheating； son…of…a…bitch； scumbagdad 。 She didn？t even care if Owen told
Yale she was a stupid flake who wouldn？t last more than two weeks there。 Fuck Owen； and fuck
Yale。
She grabbed her phone and dialed Owen？s cell phone number。 It was the only number he？d given
her； probably because it was the only phone he could be sure of answering himself。
？Blair？？ Owen answered eagerly on the first ring。 ？Where have you been？ I？ve been trying to get
ahold of you all day！？
？In high school？？ Blair shot back。 ？I know it was a long time ago for you； but it？s this place
where you go during the week where they teach you stuff。 I？m only home now because I？m not
feeling well。？
？Oh。 I guess you？re not up for dinner then？？
Owen？s voice didn？t sound nearly as sexy now that she knew what a plete asshole he was。
Blair walked over to the full…length mirror on the back of her closet door and examined her hair。 It
already looked a little longer。 Maybe it wouldn？t take that long to grow back。 Or maybe she？d cut
it even shorter。 She pulled her hair back severely from her forehead to see what it would look like
supershort。
？I know your daughter；？ she hissed into the phone as she walked over to her dresser and dug
around in the top drawer until she found the little pair of silver antique sewing scissors she？d
inherited from her grandmother and never had much use for。
？B…Blair？；？ Owen stammered。
？Fuck off。？ Blair clicked off the phone and threw it onto her bed。 Then； grabbing a handful of
hair； she began to hack away with the tiny silver sewing scissors。
Good…bye； Audrey Hepburn； hello Mia Farrow inRosemary？s Baby ！
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hey people！
The least painful way to say good…bye
Sad but true； the reality of Valentine？s Day is that it makes demands on relationships that those
relationships may not be able to handle。 What do you do when you both know it？s over and you
just want to move on so you can start maxing out your credit cards on presents for yourself instead
of for someone else？ In my vast experience with painless breakups； the less you say the better。
Don？t hash things out。 A simple gesture means so much more。 An invitation to do something ？with
the gang？ instead of alone together。 A tender kiss on the cheek。 A good…bye wave。 And don？t you
dare return any gifts。 They？re yours！ Keep ？em。
One thing you may not have realized about me
Iam real。 That means I have a birthday。 Next Monday I turn eighteen and I？m having a party and
you？re all invited。 I know what you？re thinking； it？sMonday 。 But really； what else have you got
to do on a Monday night？ Your Latin homework？ A do…it…yourself facial？ Plus； the week willfly by
afterwards； I promise。
When？Monday； 9P。M。 till dawn。
Where？Gnome。 Don？t worry if you？ve never heard of it。 No one has。 It？s a brand…spanking…new
club on Bond Street celebrating its opening night with my party。 Isn？t that sweet？
What to bring？Yourself； your most beautiful friends； and of course；a present ！
Sightings
Babsent from school for the second day in a row。D waiting around in the lobby of thePlaza Hotel
looking nervous in his spiffy new Agn？s B。 suit。S at theLes Best atelier trying on a gorgeous
sunflower yellow dress for a photo shoot。J riding the Seventy…ninth Street crosstown bus back and
forth through the park forhours 。A playing guitar on the train back from Scarsdale； where he？s
been hiding out for days。N jogging around Central Park？so much clean living gives a boy energy！
Your e…mail
Q：？ ？ Dear Gossip Girl；
I kissed a girl （I？m a girl too） but I didn？t mean anything by it。