gossip girl 8 英文- 第40部分

Well；　maybe　that　was　taking　it　a　little　too　far。　There　was　nothing　wrong　with　a　little　scandal。　It　
was　just　that　at　a　boarding　school　like　Hanover；　the　bar　for　scandal　would　be　considerably　higher。　

Jenny？s　host；　Fiona　Castagnoli；　was　waiting　for　her　outside　the　door　to　Riley。　Fiona　looked　like　a　
forty…five…year…old　soccer　mom？short　and　pudgy；　in　a　coral…pink…and…white　striped　J。Crew　oxford　
shirt　tucked　into　stone…colored　L。L。　Bean　Bermuda　shorts。　Her　white　socks　were　folded　neatly　at　
the　ankle；　and　her　white…on…white　Reebok　sneakers　were　brand…spanking…new。　？Jennifer？？　she　
asked　eagerly；　her　supercurly；　tight　auburn　ponytail　bouncing　between　her　shoulder　blades。　？We　
have　to　hurry。　I？m　taking　you　to　study　hall　and　we？re　already　five　minutes　late！？　

Fiona　was　lugging　a　lime　green　Lands？　End　backpack　with　every　book　she　owned　in　it。　Jenny　
blinked　at　her。　When　she？d　thought　about　ing　to　visit　Hanover；　she？d　imagined　hanging　out　in　
a　dorm　room　with　chic　skinny　blond　girls；　drinking　vodka　gimlets　and　flirting　with　boys　smoking　
pipes；　their　school　neckties　flopping　loosely　against　their　tanned　bare　chests。　？If　you　have　lots　of　
work　to　do　I　could；　like；　hang　out　here　and　wait　for　you；？　she　offered。　

？Oh；　could　you？？　Fiona　cried。　She　seemed　immensely　relieved。　？You　see；　it？s　finals　week　next　
week；　and　I　have　forty…seven　Spanish　irregulars　to　study　and　thirteen　proofs　to　do　for　geometry。？　


Jenny　peered　inside　the　open　door。　A　few　girls　lounged　in　leather　armchairs　in　the　
crystal…chandeliered　mon　room　reading　magazines　and　listening　to　their　iPod　minis。　Jenny　
recognized　a　red…and…white　rose…patterned　Marc　Jacobs　top　on　one　of　them。　And　one　girl　was　
wearing　the　pair　of　gold　Belle　by　Sigerson　Morrison　flats　she？d　coveted　all　spring　but　had　never　
saved　up　enough　to　buy。　They　looked　exactly　like　the　types　of　girls　she　would　have　wanted　to　be　
friends　with。　All　that　was　missing　were　the　boys　with　the　pipes　and　the　vodka。　

？I？ll　stay　here；？　she　told　Fiona　firmly。　

？Okay。？　Fiona　hitched　her　ugly　green　backpack　up　on　her　shoulder。　？I？ll　e　back　and　get　you　
in；　like；　an　hour　and　ten。　We　can　get　bagels　in　the　caf？　and　I？ll　show　you　my　room。？　

Whoa；　sounds　like　a　party。　

Jenny　was　already　sure　she　was　never　going　to　see　Fiona　again　because　Fiona　was　going　to　get　so　
caught　up　in　her　irregular　verbs　or　whatever；　she？d　forget　all　about　how　she？d　left　Jenny　with　the　
coolest；　worst…behaved　girls　at　Hanover。　She　pulled　a　tube　of　Chanel　Stroppy　lip　gloss　out　of　her　
bag　and　smeared　some　on。　Then　she　stepped　inside　the　mon　room。　？Hi；？　she　announced　
shyly。　？I？m　Jennifer。　I？m　visiting　from　the　city？　I　go　to　Constance　Billard？you　know；　where　
Serena　van　der　Woodsen　went？？　She　knew　it　was　lame　to　mention　Serena　right　away；　but　she　
wanted　these　girls　to　know　that　she　was　cool；　that　she　was　one　of　them。　

One　girl　with　short　black　hair　and　beautifully　painted　Chanel　Vamp　toenails　glanced　her　way　but　
then　looked　quickly　away　again。　Other　than　that；　no　one　seemed　to　hear　what　she？d　said。　The　
wood　paneling　in　the　mon　room　gave　off　an　amber　glow；　and　the　oriental　carpet　beneath　
Jenny？s　feet　was　in　perfect　condition。　She　felt　like　she　was　in　the　den　of　some　old　mansion　rather　
than　in　a　school。　

？So；　I　hear　Hanover　can　get　pretty　crazy　sometimes。　At　least；　that？s　what　Serena　told　me；？　Jenny　
babbled　on；　still　standing　in　the　doorway　like　an　idiot。　She　wanted　to　make　it　very　clear　that　she　
didn？t　just　knowof　Serena。　They　were　pals。　

？Shush；？　whispered　a　beautiful　blond　girl　with　legs　so　long　and　so　tan；　they　looked　fake。　？You？re　
going　to　get　us　in　trouble。？　

Hello？Since　when　were　Hanover　girls　worried　about　getting　into　trouble？　

？Sorry；？　Jenny　muttered　meekly。　She　sat　down　in　an　empty　leather　chair；　wincing　at　the　noisy　
farting　sound　it　made　when　her　bare　legs　rubbed　against　it。　She　placed　her　faux　Louis　Vuitton　bag　
primly　on　her　lap；　wishing　she？d　at　least　thought　to　bring　a　book。　Out　of　the　corner　of　her　eye；　she　
caught　the　girl　with　short　black　hair　checking　her　out　once　more。　Jenny　pulled　an　old　receipt　from　
Duane　Reade　out　of　the　side　pocket　of　her　bag　and　then　hunted　for　the　stubby　Hello　Kitty　pencil　
she？d　had　since　fifth　grade。　


What？s　the　deal？　I　thought　Hanover　was　supposed　to　be　totally　WILD；　she　scribbled　on　the　back　
of　the　receipt。　Then　she　folded　up　the　receipt　and　daringly　tossed　it　in　the　short…haired　girl？s　lap。　
Less　than　a　minute　later　the　receipt　came　back　with　blue　pen　all　over　it。Well；　basically；　the　little　
episode　with　your　friend　Serena　（who　used　to　be　my　neighbor　here　in　Riley？when　she　was　actually　
around）　ruined　everything。　After　getting　rid　of　her；　they　instituted　the　disciplinary　code；　which　
basically　says　that　if　you　tell　on　your　friends；　you　get　privileges。　There？s　so　much　incentive　to　tell　
on　your　friends　that　no　one　ever　does　anything　worth　talking　about　anymore。　This　place　is　totally　
dry；　quiet；　and　B。O。R。I。N。G！！！　I？m　a　senior；　though；　so　I？m　outta　here？YAY！　

Jenny　looked　up　from　the　note　and　studied　the　other　girls　in　the　room　more　carefully。　One　of　the　
iPod　listeners　was　muttering　to　herself；　and　Jenny　realized　she　wasn？t　listening　to　the　latest　
downloads　but　rather　memorizing　Spanish　conjugations。　A　petite　Asian　girl　with　thick　pigtails　who　
Jenny　had　thought　was　reading　a　fashion　magazine　was　actually　pletely　engrossed　inScience　
Digest　。　

　Uh…oh。　

I　probably　wouldn？t　get　in　anyway；　Jenny　scribbled　back。　She　tossed　the　note　to　the　girl；　then　
stood　up。　Applications　for　boarding　school　were　supposed　to　have　been　done　in　the　fall；　so　she　
was　pushing　it　timewise　wherever　she　decided　to　go；　never　mind　who　would　have　her。　But　surely　
there　were　other　schools　that　weren？t　quite　as　strict　as　Hanover　clearly　was　now。　

She　went　outside　and　wound　her　way　back　to　the　school　gates；　wishing　that　she　hadn？t　sent　her　
father　away　in　such　a　hurry。　Heading　down　the　path　toward　town　she　came　upon　a　blond　boy　in　a　
red　Ralph　Lauren　baseball　cap；　a　white　V…neck　T…shirt；　and　floppy　aqua…colored　J。Crew　linen　pants；　
smoking　a　Marlboro　as　he　shuffled　slowly　back　toward　campus。　He　was　pletely　adorable。　

Jenny　smiled　shyly　at　him　as　he　approached；　mustering　up　the　courage　to　ask　him　if　Hanover　was　
really　as　bad　as　that　short…haired　girl　back　in　Riley　had　made　it　out　to　be。　

？You？re　not　going　to　tell　on　me；　are　you？？　the　boy　demanded；　glaring　at　her　with　more　hostility　
than　anyone　deserves。　

？N…no；？　Jenny　stammered。　Was　everyone　at　Hanover　totally　paranoid？　

？Right；？　he　sneered　back；　still　glaring　as　he　shuffled　away。　

When　she　arrived　at　the　coffee　shop；　her　dad　was　behind　the　counter　whipping　up　a　soy　milk　chai　
latte；　even　though　he　and　Dan　had　spent　an　hour　one　day　lecturing　Jenny　on　how　chai　was　just　
some　made…up　Starbucks　bullshit　and　how　the　only　real　hot　drink　on　the　planet　was　Folgers　instant　
coffee。　？The　air　is　so　fine；　I　was　thinking　I　might　move　up　here。　They　even　offered　me　a　job　here　
in　the　caf？；？　he　crowed；　beaming　at　her。　？Dan？s　off　to　Evergreen　in　the　fall　anyway。　We？ll　sublet　
our　place？make　a　fortune！？　


？Sorry；　Dad；　but　I　don？t　think　so；？　Jenny　sighed。　？I　mean；