gossip girl 7 英文- 第13部分


MODELS　WHO　DATE　ROCK　STARS　

〃How　e　no　matter　what　I　wear　I　always　look　like　a　cartoon　character〃　Jenny　plained　to　her　
friend　and　Constance　Billard　School　classmate　Elise　Wells。　It　was　Saturday　night　and　they　were　
getting　ready　for　Dan's　gig　with　the　Raves　at　Funkiton；　a　new　music　venue　in　revamped　fire　
station　on　Orchard　Street。　Jenny　glanced　at　Elise。　〃And　you　always　look　so　normal。〃　

The　two　girls　regarded　their　reflection　in　the　full…length　mirror　on　the　back　of　Jenny's　closet　door。　
Jenny　was　wearing　a　stretchy　red　top　with　cap　sleeves　and　a　plunging　U…shaped　neckline　that　
made　her　breast　look　gargantuan。　She　was　barely　five　feet　tall；　and　her　very　first　pair　of　seven　
jeans　had　always　been　too　long　for　her　when　she　bought　them　at　Bloomingdale's；　so　she　had　the　
lady　at　the　dry　cleaner's　on　Broadway　and　Ninety…eighth　shorten　them　about　ten　inches。　Now　she　
noticed　that　the　purposely　〃antiqued〃　spot　on　each　leg　where　her　knee　was　supposed　to　be　fell　at　
mid…shin。　The　only　acceptable　part　of　Jenny's　body　was　her　head。　She　liked　her　big；　far…apart　
brown　eyes；　her　clear　whiter　skin；　her　red　lips；　and　her　curly　brown　hair　with　its　straight；　severe　
nags　across　the　forehead。　As　Serena　once　told　her；　she　looked　like　a　Prada　model…　with　oversized　
breast　implants　and　stumps　for　legs；　although　Serena　would　never　have　said　that　part。　

Elise's　body　was　totally　the　opposite。　She　was　seven　inches　taller　than　Jenny；　with　long　skinny　
legs；　long　skinny　arms；　and　a　flat　chest。　Nothing　was　ever　too　tight　on　her；　except　maybe　in　the　
belly　region；　which　had　sort　of　a　doughnut　roll　around　it。　But　that　was　easily　hidden　beneath　a　
shirt。　There　was　really　nothing　Jenny　could　do　to　hide　her　chest。　Then　again；　Elise　was　covered　in　
Freckles…　there　were　even　freckles　on　her　eyelids…　she　had　chin　length　straw…yellow　hair　that　was　
so　thick　and　so　coarse；　she　could　barely　fit　it　into　a　rubber　band。　

Well　nobody's　perfect。　Except　for　maybe　a　very　select　few　of　us。　

〃Let's　trade　tops；〃　Elise　suggested。　She　pulled　off　her　black　V…neck　T…shirt　and　handed　it　to　Jenny。　

〃Okay；〃　Jenny　responded　dubiously；　and　pulled　off　her　red　one。　Elise's　shirt　was　from　Express；　and　
hers　was　from　Anthropologie；　which　was　slightly　nicer；　but　Jenny　didn't　want　to　hurt　Elise's　
feelings　by　saying　anything。　Besides　the　results　were　astronomical。　Jenny's　chest　looked　almost　
modest　in　the　black　top；　and　the　red　top　made　Elise's　hair　gleam　with　strawberry　highlights　neither　
of　them　had　ever　known　she　had。　

〃I　bet　Serena　van　der　Woodsen　doesn't　even　look　at　herself　before　she　goes　out；〃　Jenny　declared。　
She　dropped　down　on　her　knees　and　started　crawling　around　the　room。　〃She　probably　doesn't　even　
have　to　try　stuff　on；　except　for　maybe　shoes。〃　


Elise　put　her　hands　on　her　hips。　〃What　are　you　doing？〃　

〃Wearing　in　the　knees　on　my　jeans；〃　Jenny　replied；　still　crawling。　〃Did　you　hear　about　Serena　and　
Damian　from　the　Raves？〃　

Elise　nodded。　Everyone　had　heard。　

Jenny　crawled　across　the　matted　pink　carpet　to　her　closet　to　select　a　pair　of　shoes。　Of　course；　
Serena　never　had　to　crawl　around　like　a　dog　in　an　attempt　to　make　her　jeans　look　normal。　〃I　don't　
know　how　she　does　it。〃　She　pulled　her　new　Michael　Kors　gold　toe…ring　sandals　and　slid　them　on。　
Her　dad　said　the　sandals　looked　like　something　a　belly　dancer　would　wear；　but　she'd　gotten　them　
for　free　at　the　W　photo　shoot；　and　they　were　the　nicest　pair　of　shoes　she　owned。　

How　strange　that　she'd　had　that　little　moment　of　superstardom…　that　photo　shoot　with　Serena…　and　
now　she　was　back　to　being　plain　old　her；　a　fourteen…going…on　fifteen…year…old　girl　with　big　
ambitions　and　an　even　bigger　chest。　It　wasn't　like　her　life's　ambition　was　to　quit　school　at　the　age　
of　fourteen　and　bee　a　super　model；　but　it　would　have　been　kind　of　nice　if　someone　asked　her　
to。　

Jenny　stood　up　and　brushed　off　the　knees　of　her　jeans。　They　were　pletely；　disappointedly　
unfaded　and；　except　for　the　wonky　placement　of　the　distressed　part　of　the　denim；　pletely　
uninteresting…just　like　everything　else　in　her　closet。　Serena's　clothes　were　always　so　perfectly　
frayed；　faded　and　worn；　belying　the　colorful　and　mysterious　history　of　their　wearer。　Jenny　couldn't　
help　but　wonder　whether　her　own　clothes　would　fade　and　develop　character　too　if　she　got　kicked　
out　of　Constance　and　sent　to　boarding　school。　

〃Ever　thought　about　going　to　boarding　school？〃　Jenny　wondered　out　loud。　

Elise　made　a　face。　〃Eat　school　food　three　meals　a　day　and　live　with　your　teachers？　No　way。〃　

Jenny　frowned。　That　wasn't　how　she　pictured　boarding　school　at　all。　In　her　mind　boarding　school　
meant　freedom：　from　her　manic…depressive　Mr。　Poet　Rock　God　brother；　from　her　manically　
overprotective　and　embarrassingly　unkempt　dad；　from　Constance　Billard's　horrendous　school　
uniforms；　from　her　dusty　old　bedroom；　and　from　the　everyday　boringness　of　doing　the　same　old　
same　old　now　and　for　the　next　three　years。　It　also　meant　opportunity：　to　live　and　go　to　school　with　
boys；　boys；　boys　and　to　be…　the　girl　no　one　could　stop　talking　about。　

Rufus　poked　his　head　in　the　door；　not　even　thinking　about　the　fact　that　Jenny　was　no　longer　five　
years　old　and　might　be　pletely　naked　or　something。　His　unruly　hair　was　tied　in　a　ponytail　with　
a　piece　of　the　bright　blue　plastic　bag　the　New　york　Times　was　delivered　in　every　morning。　〃You　
girls　want　me　to　help　you　get　a　cab？〃　he　asked　with　cheerful　concern。　

Jenny　could　tell　her　dad　was　dying　to　go　to　Dan's　gig　with　them；　but　tonight　was　his　monthly　
anarchist　writers'　workshop…　the　only　thing　he　took　as　seriously　as　raising　his　children；　even　


though　none　of　his　writing　had　ever　been　published。　

〃That's　okay；　Dad。〃　Jenny　smiled　sweetly；　daring　him　to　say　something　rude　about　her　sexy　gold　
sandals。　〃Ready？〃　she　asked　Elise。　

Elise　smeared　an　extra　layer　of　Jenny's　favorite　MAC　Ice　lip　gloss　on　her　already　shinny　lips。　
〃Ready；〃　she　responded。　

〃You　two　look　so。。。〃　Rufus　tugged　on　his　straggly　beard；　struggling　for　the　right　adjective。　
〃Grown…up；〃　he　said　at　last。　

Yeah；　but　we're　not　exactly　models…who…date…rock…stars　material；　Jenny　thought　as　the　two　girls　
contemplated　their　reflections　in　mirror。　Elise　had　on　way　too　much　lip　gloss；　and　Jenny　kinda　
wished　that　her　Kors　sandals　weren't　totally　flat；　so　she'd　at　least　appear　taller。　After　all；　she　wasn't　
going　to　the　gig　to　see　Dan。　She　wanted　to　meet　Damian　Polk　and　the　rest　of　the　band；　and　she　
wanted　to　make　an　impression。　

Jenny　stood　on　tiptoe　and　then　eased　her　heels　back　into　her　shoes　again。　〃Lucky　we're　on　the　
guest　list；〃　she　sighed；　〃or　they'd　never　let　us　in。〃　

Actually　with　a　chest　like　that　she　could　probably　get　in　anywhere。　But　let　her　find　out　for　herself。　

V　CAN　BE　SUCH　A　GIRL　SOMETIMES　

〃What　the　fuck？〃　Vanessa　demanded。　How　had　she　missed　them　after　all　these　years　she　had　no　
idea。　She　twisted　her　head　around　and　checked　her　reflection　in　the　bathroom　mirror　once　again。　
They　were；　four　big　brown　moles；　all　lined　up　on　her　neck　behind　her　ear　like　some　kind　of　
fucked…up　constellation。　She　felt　like　a　girl　in　a　Clearasil　mercial；　panicking　because