gossip girl 8 英文- 第20部分

？Two；　four；　six；　eight；　only　four　more　days　till　we　graduate！？a　group　of　seniors　shrieked　
excitedly　in　the　hall　outside　the　biology　lab。　Then　the　bell　rang　and　Jenny？s　classmates　threw　their　
pencils　in　the　air　and　started　hugging　one　another　and　signing　yearbooks。　Even　Elise　came　over　to　
ask　for　Kim　Swanson？s　signature　in　her　yearbook；　and　she？d　despised　Kim　ever　since　Kim　had　
spread　the　awful　rumor　that　Elise　had　been　born　deformed　and　had　had　a　hump　in　her　back　
removed　when　she　was　two。　

？Summertime；？Roni　Chang　began　to　sing　in　her　glee…club…trained　falsetto；？and　the　living　is　
easy！？　

Jenny　wished　she　could　share　their　excitement。　After　all；　this　was　her　last　exam。　She　was　done　
for　the　year！　Three　long　summer　months　awaited　her　in　Europe；　and　the　possibilities　were　endless。　
But　somehow　she　just　didn？t　feel　like　shrieking　or　signing　anyone？s　yearbook；　even　though　her　
calligraphy　was　way　better　than　theirs。　

Now　she　realized　how　the　seniors　must　have　felt　all　winter　while　they　were　waiting　to　hear　back　
from　colleges。　She？d　done　everything　she　could　do。　Her　fate　was　in　someone　else？s　hands。　


Cheating　for　old　times？　sake　

Blair　and　Serena　sat　side　by　side　at　the　long　black　chemistry　lab　table；　scribbling　away　at　their　
last　and　final　exam。　The　AP　chemistry　students　had　been　seated　between　the　regular　senior　
chemistry　students　and　were　taking　a　different　exam；　so　it　wasn？t　supposed　to　matter　that　the　girls　
were　practically　bumping　elbows。　Constance　Billard　liked　to　think　its　girls　were　beyond　cheating；　
but　the　truth　was；　they　cheated　all　the　time。　Blair　and　Serena　were　no　exception。　

Molarity　if　5。827　g　of　NaCl　is　diluted　to　a　volume　of　100　mL？Serena　etched　into　the　inside　of　her　
forearm　with　her　number　two　pencil。　She　yawned　and　stretched；　letting　her　arm　fall　on　the　edge　of　
Blair？s　exam　book。　

n　=　5。827　g　/　58。4425　

n　=　0。09970　mol　of　NaCl　

M　=　0。09970　mol　/　0。100　L　

M　=　0。9970　molar　

Blair　scribbled　the　answer　on　the　inside　cover　of　her　blue　book。What　are　you　wearing　Monday？　
she　wrote　next　to　it。　

Why　Monday？Serena　wrote　back　before　copying　the　answer　Blair　had　given　her。　Was　it　possible　
that　Blair　already　knew　she？d　been　called　back　for　a　second　audition？　

Graduation？duh？！Blair　scribbled　back　hastily。　

Serena　stared　at　the　words　Blair　had　written。　It　was　so　typical　of　her　not　to　have　realized　her　
mistake。　The　second　audition　was　on　Monday？and　so　was　graduation。　Her　parents　were　going　to　
be　there。　Erik；　her　brother；　had　delayed　his　plans　to　spend　the　summer　skiing　in　New　Zealand　with　
Liesl；　his　bodacious　chick…of…the…week；　so　that　he　could　be　there。　And　Blair　was　giving　a　speech。　

　Oops。　

You　don？t　have　to　tell　me　if　you　don？t　want　to；　Blair　wrote；　before　racing　through　the　next　two　
pages　of　her　exam。　

Serena　watched　her　admiringly。　Blair　totally　deserved　to　go　to　Yale。　She　was　a　plete　whiz　
when　it　came　to　tests。　Sunlight　streamed　into　the　chemistry　lab　windows　and　a　bird　chirped　
merrily。　Serena　sighed　and　began　to　scribble　her　name　in　the　corner　of　page　three　of　her　nine…page　
exam。　

Serena　van　der　Woodsen。　Breakfast　at　Fred？s；starring　Serena　van　der　Woodsen　。　


Normally　she　didn？t　daydream　about　things　like　this；　but　this　was　her　first　chance　to　star　in　a　real　
movie。　It　was　hard　not　to　want　it　just　a　little　bit。　

Blair　folded　over　the　last　page　of　her　exam；　rapidly　scribbled　in　the　answers；　and　then　went　back　
to　check　her　work。　Once　she　was　satisfied　that　all　was　correct；　she　glanced　up　at　their　proctor；　Mrs。　
Crandall。　The　overweight；　red…faced　teacher　was　busy　filing　her　nails；　which　were　painted　an　
atrocious　dark　beige；　making　her　fingers　look　like　the　pig　feet　steeped　in　formaldehyde　they？d　had　
to　dissect　in　ninth…grade　bio。　Blair　shoved　her　paper　out　of　the　way　and　reached　for　Serena？s。　

？Hey？？　Serena　started　to　object。　

？Shush；？Blair　whispered；　already　beginning　to　answer　the　unanswered　questions。　

Serena　drew　a　smiley　face　on　the　page　Blair　was　working　on。　It　was　just　like　old　times。　Except　
for　the　fact　that　she　was　with　Nate；　and　Blair　was　with　her　new　British　hunk。　She　frowned。And　she　
was　going　to　miss　graduation；　which　was　going　to　make　Blair　hate　her　all　over　again。　

　Yup。　

Too　many　boys；　too　many　choices；　too　little　time　

Vanessa　kept　the　white　Morgane　Le　Fay　dress　Blair　had　bought　for　her　to　wear　at　graduation　
stashed　in　her　closet　until　Sunday　night；　the　night　before　graduation。　The　lights　were　off　in　the　
apartment　and　she　was　all　alone。　She　stripped　down　to　her　black…and…white　striped　Jockeys　and　
slipped　the　dress　on　over　her　stubbly　head；　padding　over　to　the　full…length　mirror　on　the　back　of　
her　bedroom　door　to　check　it　out。　

The　dress　was　prettier　than　anything　she？d　ever　owned；　with　a　plunging　V　in　the　satin　bodice；　an　
asymmetrical　hemline；　and　a　sort　of　flapper…style　low　waist　that　she？d　had　no　idea　would　look　as　
flattering　on　her　as　it　did。　She　went　back　to　the　closet　to　retrieve　the　shoes。　She　and　Blair　had　the　
same　size　feet；　and　Blair　had　left　her　a　pair　of　white　Michael　Kors　wedge…heeled　sandals　to　go　
with　the　dress。　She？d　even　found　Vanessa　a　pair　of　cool　white　fishnet　gloves　from　some　
consignment　shop　on　the　Upper　East　Side；　because　it　was　a　Constance　Billard　tradition　for　the　
girls　to　wear　white　gloves　during　the　ceremony。　

The　thing　was；　Vanessa　wasn？t　going　to　be　at　the　ceremony。　Aaron　was　arriving　at　ten　the　next　
morning　to　pick　her　up；　his　red　vintage　Saab　900S　loaded　up　with　herbal　cigarettes；　soy　crisps；　
dried　edamame；　and　peach…flavored　Snapple　iced　tea　for　their　cross…country　sexcapade。　Her　
parents　were　in　Santa　Fe；　New　Mexico；　participating　in　some　sort　of　hippie　artist　happening；　and　
her　older　sister；　Ruby；　was　still　in　Finland　or　Poland　or　Lapland；　developing　a　freaky　foreign　fan　


base　for　her　band；　SugarDaddy。　It　wasn？t　like　anyone　in　her　family　cared　if　she　missed　graduation。　
She？d　get　her　diploma　in　the　mail；　and　Blair　could　return　the　dress。　It　wasn？t　a　big　deal。　

Right。　We　believe　you。　

There　was　a　scratching　sound　at　the　front　door。　Vanessa　left　her　room　and　flicked　on　the　living　
room　light　as　someone　shoved　a　piece　of　paper　underneath　the　door。　She　recognized　Dan？s　boyish　
scrawl　before　she　even　knelt　down　to　pick　it　up。　

Can？t　make　it　through　graduation　tomorrow　without　seeing　you　one　more　time。　I？m　upstairs。　

？D

　Not　again！　

Vanessa　left　the　dress　on　and　clomped　upstairs　to　the　roof　in　her　Michael　Kors　wedgies。　It　was　a　
mild　June　evening；　almost　nine；　but　not　quite　dark。　Traffic　snaked　on　and　off　of　the　Williamsburg　
Bridge；　and　a　chorus　of　fire　alarms　sounded　down　on　Broadway。　A　hurricane　lantern　swung　from　
the　steel　frame　supporting　the　water　tower。　Beneath　it；　Dan　was　sitting　in　the　lotus　position；　naked；　
with　a　thick　paperback　book　open　in　his　lap。　

？What　are　you　doing？？　Vanessa　demanded。　

Dan　looked　up；　his　love…struck　face　illuminated　by　the　lamp。　He　was　all　shimmery　with　it？the　
light　and　his　plete　adoration　of　her。　？Wow；？　he　murmured　softly。　？You　look　so　pretty。　It？s　
almost　like　how？？　He　stopped　with　an　embarrassed　smile。　

？What？？　Vanessa　folded　her　a