《gossip girl 7 英文》

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awesome to take a nice hot shower; and have lots of sex; take a bubble bath; order tons of room 
service; and watch movies until they fell asleep in each others arms; b) because he really didn't 
want to go home and endure the wrath of Admiral Archibald。 He'd definitely be grounded; which 
meant he wouldn't be bale to go out at all for the rest of his life; and he'd probably never see Blair 
again; and c) because he was fooling around with Lexie he'd realized that he really didn't enjoy 
kissing anyone but Blair anymore。 

Well; maybe he should have thought of that; like; yesterday。 

Serena kicked her foot and bellowed through her nose like a sleeping elephant。 

Who the fuck is that anyway? Nate was dying to ask; but the thought of knowing who it was made 
him press his hands against his face even harder。 His gaze shifted back to Blair; who looked like 
she was bored with whatever game they were playing。 

〃I was on the boat;〃 he started to explain。 〃I lost my phone。〃 Then he realized that didn't really 
explain anything。 

Sometimes it just sucks to be you; doesn't it? 


〃Go home; Nate;〃 Blair dismissed him。 〃Your parents are looking for you。〃 

Nate let go of his face; stuffed his hands into his pockets and took a step backwards towards the 
elevators。 Chocolate Oreo gunk was smeared on the crotch of his pants。 He was a mess。 〃You 
haven't heard anything from Yale yet; have you?〃 he asked in a lame effort to find some mon 
ground。 

〃No;〃 she responded coldly。 

Nate waited for her to say something more but she didn't。 Instead; Blair stretched her arms over 
her head and yawned lazily; like she'd been having so much sex with the big; hot; studly man in 
her bed she couldn't even talk。 

〃Why don't you e…mail me or something?〃 she told Nate; and reached for the door handle。 

As if she and Nate ever municated by e…mail。 

When you saw someone naked every day for hours after school; it was hardly necessary to e…mail 
them。 

The corners of Nate's mouth drooped like he was about to cry。 Blair wasn't breaking up with him 
officially… she never did; which is why they'd been breaking up and getting back together on and 
off for the last three years。 But that was before they'd bee as intimate as you can be with 
someone; and now there was some random guy in Blair's bed。 〃Okay。 Have a good day at school 
tomorrow。〃 

〃See you;〃 Blair closed the door and leaned against it。 〃He's gone;〃 she whispered。 

Serena lifted her head and her pale blond hair cascaded all over the bed。 〃That was fun;〃 she 
observed; but the way she said it made it sound like a question。 

Blair went over and sat down on the end of the bed。 〃Really fun;〃 she agreed hollowly。 The girls' 
eyes met。 Neither of them was smiling。 

Then Serena giggles。 〃I guess it would have been more fun if I'd really been Stan 5。〃 

Blair didn't say anything。 She'd basically just broken up with Nate… again… after passing up a 
perfectly good opportunity to fool around with a boy who could very well get her into Yale。 Well; 
one thing was for sure: She wasn't about to let Stan 5 get away。 

Serena threw back the covers and grabbed the leather bound room service menu from beside the 
table。 〃Let's order filet mignons and French fries and beer and watch old movies!〃 

She'd always been an expert at changing the subject。 


Blair scooted her feet up underneath her and reached for the TV remote。 There might be an Audrey 
Hepburn movie on TCM or AMC。 She flicked through the channels hopefully。 Aha! 'My Fair 
Lady'。 Well; at least that was something。 

Serena lit a Merit Ultra Light; took a puff; and then stuck it in Blair's mouth。 The n she picked up 
the phone massaging Blair's shoulders as she ordered nearly everything on the Plaza Hotel's room 
service menu。 

Maybe life sucked for some people; but Serena wouldn't let it suck for them。 

TWO DOORS DOWN; A SUITE GETS TRASHED 

Just down the hall; in an even bigger suite; Dan; Jenny; two members of the Raves; and a very tan 
French girl were lounging round smoking cigars that had been FedExed to the room from Cuba 
that day。 The whole room was filled with ripped…open FedEx boxes: Peaches from Georgia; 
candles from France; Vodka from Finland; strong brown ale from Ireland; breadsticks from Italy; 
shower gel from LA; and extra…sharp cheddar cheese from Vermont。 

As if you couldn't buy all of the above in the city that has everything。 

Lloyd asked the concierge to send up more bathrobes; and one by one they all removed their 
clothes and donned robes。 Jenny wasn't quite sure what to do with her pants and shirt; and it was 
nearly impossible to hide her bra; because the bathrobe had the troublesome habit of popping 
outward in the cleavage area。 She decided to stuff her clothes into the gold…and…white vanity 
cupboard under the bathroom sink and cinched the belt of the bathrobe as tight as it would go 
before stepping out into the suite once more。 

〃Have a peach;〃 Damian offered in his adorable Irish accent。 He pulled one of the perfectly 
ripened fruit out of the box and held it up。 He'd changed into a robe; and Jenny wondered if he 
was still wearing his underwear。 The thought made her cheeks turn red and her bathrobe pop open 
once more。 Damian patted the seat cushion of the gold damask loveseat he was sitting on。 〃e; 
sit down。 Eat one of these and then show me how badly you can kick my ass at Terminator。〃 


Jenny glanced at the selection of PlayStation games on the coffee table。 Kick his ass? She'd never 
played a video game in her life。 

〃Or would you prefer something more refined; like a fine Italian breadstick?〃 Lloyd asked from 
the sofa on the other side of the coffee table。 He drummed two breadsticks on his knees。 〃They're 
excellent with ale。 Just dunk;〃 he explained; dipping an entire breadstick into a bottle of Irish ale; 
〃and munch。〃 Then he patted the seat cushion next to him just like Damian had done。 〃Try it。〃 

Unable to decide between which guy was cuter; Jenny sliced a tiny piece of cheddar cheese of the 
huge brick of it on the coffee table and knelt down on the floor。 Monique was sitting on the floor 
too; smoking a hand…rolled cigarette and reading a French magazine and looking bored because 
Dan had gone to the bathroom to shower and change into his robe。 

〃Ooh la la; I just realized who you are!〃 Monique squealed; ashing on the floor in her excitement。 
〃You're zee model in zee fantastique W pages。 I love zohze photos。 And zat blond girl… so 
beautiful; non?〃 

〃Well; you're even prettier;〃 Jenny responded shyly; thrilled to be recognized。 She wished she had 
a cool French accent like Monique's。 Everything sounded so much cooler with an accent。 

Dan came out of the bathroom with his hip hop clothes all wadded up under his arm。 No wtaht he 
was de…puked and sobered up a little; he was tempted to chuck the clothes out the window。 

〃Hey man; you never told us your sister was a bloody fashion model;〃 Damian said。 

〃If bloody Monique is impressed; she must be pretty fucking huge;〃 Lloyd agreed。 

Boys。 Give them some strong Irish ale and all of a sudden they have British accents。 

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