gossip girl 4 英文- 第11部分

？As　you　know；　Yale　has　an　excellent　prelaw　program；？　she　stated；　determined　to　give　intelligent；　
straight…to…the…point　answers。　？I？m　thinking　of　going　into　entertainment　law。？　

？Excellent。？　Owen　nodded　approvingly。　He　scooted　his　chair　forward　and　winked　at　her。　？Look；　
Blair。　You？re　an　intelligent；　ambitious　girl。　I　already　know　you？re　perfect　for　Yale　and　I　promise　
I？ll　do　everything　I　can　to　convince　them　to　let　you　in。？　

He　looked　so　handsomely　earnest　while　he　was　saying　this　that　Blair　felt　her　cheeks　heat　up。　She　
took　a　sip　of　wine　to　cool　herself　off。　？Thank　you；？　she　responded　gratefully。　She　took　another　sip　
of　wine　and　let　out　an　enormous　sigh　of　gratitude　and　relief。　？Thank　you。　Thank　you；　thank　you；　
thank　you。？　

Just　then　a　pair　of　cool　hands　covered　her　eyes　and　she　smelled　the　distinctive　
patchouli…and…sandalwood　scent　of　a　certain　someone？s　favorite　essential　oil　mixture。　

？Guess　who！？　Serena　whispered　in　Blair？s　ear；　then　pulled　her　hands　away　from　Blair？s　eyes；　her　
long　blond　hair　brushing　Blair？s　shoulder　as　she　kissed　her　cheek。　？What？s　going　on？？　

Behind　her；　Aaron　stood　grinning　goofily；　wearing　a　maroon　Harvard　sweatshirt　like　the　
annoying　asshole　he　was。　

Blair　blinked。　Could　they　not　see　she　was　in　the　middle　of　the　most　important　meeting　of　her　
life？　

？I？m　Serena。？　Serena　held　out　her　hand　for　Owen　to　shake。　

Owen　stood　up　and　took　her　hand。　？Charmed。？　He　bowed　his　dark　head；　looking　more　like　Cary　
Grant　than　ever。　

？So　you？re　ing　to　see　me　in　the　Les　Best　show　tomorrow；　right？？　Serena　asked　Blair。　

？Youhave　to　e；？　Aaron　chimed　in。　？I　ain？t　going　to　no　fashion　show　by　myself；　girlfrien？。？　
He？d　agreed　to　go；　but　he　wasn？t　exactly　looking　forward　to　it。　Fashion　meant　fur　and　animal　


testing。　It　was　against　everything　he　stood　for。　

？Your　name　is　on　the　list；？　Serena　added。　

Owen　looked　pletely　bemused　by　the　whole　conversation。　Blair　let　out　an　exasperated　breath　
and　stood　up；　turning　away　from　Owen　so　he　couldn？t　hear　what　she　said。　？Do　you　guys　mind　
leaving　us　alone？？　she　hissed　in　a　low　whisper。　？We？re　talking　about　Yale；　and　it？s　pretty　
fuckingimportant　。？　

Aaron　put　his　arm　around　Serena？s　slim　waist；　pulling　her　away。　？Excuse　us；？　he　responded　in　a　
patronizing　whisper；　still　looking　smug　in　his　retarded　Harvard　sweatshirt。　？We？re　headed　down　to　
that　new　club　on　Harrison；　in　case　you　want　to　catch　us　later。？　They　waltzed　out　of　the　bar；　his　
dreadlocks　bouncing　and　her　pale　gold　hair　fanned　out　over　her　shoulders；　both　looking　so　
carefree　and　careless；　it　was　infuriating。　

？Sorry；？　Blair　apologized；　crossing　her　ankles　daintily　as　she　sat　down　again。　？My　friends　can　be　
pretty　self…absorbed　sometimes。？　

？That？s　all　right。？　Owen　stared　down　into　his　bourbon；　looking　pensive　as　he　stirred　the　ice　
cubes　around　in　his　glass。　He　looked　up　again。　？Do　you　mind　my　asking　what　you　did　in　your　first　
Yale　interview　that　was　so　awful　you　think　they？re　not　going　to　let　you　in？？

　Blair　took　another　sip　of　her　wine；　and　then　another。　As　soon　as　she　explained　what　had　
happened；　Owen　was　going　to　change　his　mind　about　her　for　sure。　？I　was　having　a　bad　day；？　she　
confessed；　the　words　tumbling　out　of　her　mouth　as　she　frantically　spun　her　ruby　ring　around　and　
around　on　her　finger。　She　didn？t　want　to　go　into　the　gory　details　of　her　botched　interview；　but　if　
Owen　was　going　to　help　her；　he？d　best　know　the　truth。　？I　hadn？t　gotten　enough　sleep。　I　was　tired　
and　nervous　and　I　had　to　pee　really　badly。　The　interviewer　said；　？Tell　me　about　yourself；？　and　
before　I　could　really　think　about　what　I　was　saying；　I　told　him　all　about　how　my　dad　was　gay　and　
my　mom　was　going　to　marry　this　gross；　fat；　red…faced　guy　with　an　annoying　teenage　son　with　
dreadlocks　who　you　just　had　the　pleasure　of　meeting。　I　told　him　my　boyfriend；　Nate；　was　ignoring　
me。　Then　he　asked　me　what　books　I？d　been　reading　lately　and　I　couldn？t　think　of　the　title　of　a　
single　book。　I　started　to　cry；　and　then；　at　the　end　of　the　interview；　I　kissed　him。？　Blair　sighed　
dramatically；　snatched　her　cocktail　napkin　off　the　table；　and　began　to　shred　it　in　her　lap。　？It　was　
only　on　the　cheek；　but　it　was　still　totally　inappropriate。　I　just　wanted　him　to　remember　me。　You　
know；　you　only　get　a　few　minutes　to　make　an　impression；　but　I　guess　I　went　a　little　overboard。？　
She　looked　up　into　Owen？s　sympathetic　blue　eyes。　？I　don？t　know　what　I　was　thinking。？　

Owen　sipped　his　drink　silently　as　he　considered　the　information。　？I？ll　see　what　I　can　do；？　he　
responded　finally；　but　his　voice　sounded　detached　and　skeptical　now。　

Blair　swallowed。　It　was　pretty　obvious　he　thought　she　was　hopelessly　stupid　and　insane。　Oh；　God。　
She　wasruined　。　


Suddenly　he　broke　into　a　devilish　white…toothed　grin。　？I？m　only　joking；　Blair。　That　doesn？t　
sound　so　bad。　It　was　probably　the　most　memorable；　entertaining　interview　Jason　Anderson　III　has　
ever　had。　Face　it；　he？s　not　the　most　exciting　guy　in　the　world；　and　his　job　has　got　to　be　a　little　
monotonous。　I？m　sure　you　were　the　highlight　of　the　fall　interview　season。？　

？So　you　don？t　think　it？s　hopeless　after　all？？　Blair　asked　in　her　most　tragic　
Audrey…needs…your…help　voice。　

Owen　took　her　small；　ruby…ringed　hand　in　his　large　tanned　one。　？Not　at　all。？　He　cleared　his　
throat。　？Has　anyone　ever　told　you　you　look　a　bit　like　Audrey　Hepburn？？　

Blair　blushed　from　the　roots　of　her　hair　down　to　her　toe…nail　cuticles。　Owen　seemed　to　know　
exactly　the　right　things　to　say；　and　he　looked　so　much　like　Cary　Grant；　it　made　her　dizzy。　His　thick　
gold　wedding　ring　pressed　into　the　bones　on　the　back　of　her　hand。　She　frowned　down　at　it。　If　he　
was　so　married；　what　was　he　doing　holding　her　hand？　

Owen　withdrew　his　hands　and　shifted　in　his　seat；　reading　her　mind。　？Yes；　I？m　married；　but　we？re　
not　together　anymore。？　

Blair　nodded　hesitantly。　It　was　really　none　of　her　business。　Although　if　Cary？Owen？wanted　to　
ask　her　out　again；　she　wouldn？t　exactly　say　no。　

Ask　her　out　again？Was　she　forgetting　this　wasn？t　exactly　a　date？　

？So；　I？m　sure　you　have　to　get　back　to　your　AP　homework　and　all　that。？　Owen　reached　for　her　
hand　again　as　if　he　couldn？t　bear　to　let　her　go。　？But　do　you　mind　if　I　call　you　again　sometime？？　

Blair　hoped　she　lookedexactly　like　Audrey　at　this　very　moment。　Yes；　Owen　was　nearly　her　
father？s　age；　a　lawyer；　aman　；　but　she？d　never　felt　so　strongly　attracted　to　anyone　in　her　life。　Why　
fight　it？　It　was　her　second　semester　of　senior　year。　She？d　worked　hard　throughout　high　school　and　
was　hopefully　getting　into　Yale　soon。　Yes；　seeing　an　older　man　was　crazy　and　irresponsible；　but　it　
was　about　time　she　had　a　little　fun。　

？Sure。？　She　smiled　and　cocked　her　neatly　plucked　right　eyebrow　theatrically。　？I？d　like　that。？　

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　hey　people！　

Teen　heiress　sells　horses　for　drugs！　

Last　night　I　was　out　at　that　new　club　on　Harrison；　and　between　sips　of　the　club？s　signature　？adult？　
version　of　the　Shirley　Temple　I　got　the　latest　scoop　on　one　of　my　nursery…school　classmates。　
Although　she？s　heir　to　the　largest　lumber　fortune　in　the　entire　world；　she　was　recently　caught　
selling　her　show　horses　for　drug　money。　Apparently　she　doesn？t　e　into　her　inheritance　until　
she？s　eighteen　and　only　gets　a　？small？　monthly　allowance。　She　was　short　on　cash；　so　she　took　
Guns？n？Roses；　her　prized　show　jumper；　down　to　auction　and　used　the　money　to　buy　some　speed　
or　whatever　she　does。　How　tacky　is　that？　Apparently　her　eighty…year…old　nanny？or　whoever　looks　
after　her　now　that　her　father　has　passed　away　and　her　mother　has　moved　to　Sandy　Lane　in　
Barbados？found　out　about　the　horse　and　sent　my　old　friend　straight　to　rehab。　

Sounds　like　rehab　is　the　place　to　be　this　winter！　

　Fashion　Week：　the　lowdown　

Expect　to　freeze　your　ass　off　while　trying　to　hail　a　cab。　Expect　to　wait　an　hour　for　a　show　to　start　
only　to　be　told　that　the　show　is　runninganother　hour　late。　Expect　to　see　lots　of　Botoxed；　
fake…tanned；　anorexic　girls　trying　not　notice　that　they　all　wore　the　same　thing　to　the　same　show；　
and　lots　of　gay　men　wearing　more　perfume　than　the　girls。　Expect　to　find　out　that　those　ugly…ass　
cargo　pants　with　tapered　legs　are　back　in　styleagain　。　Expect　to　be　envious　of　the　pouty…lipped；　
giraffe…legged　models　who　actually　look　good　in　them。　Expect　to　be　annoyed　by　heavily　made…up；　
fur…wearing　women　who　bring　their　little　Louis　Vuitton　collar？wearing　French　bulldogs　to　the　
show　in　matching　Louis　Vuitton　handbags。　Expect　to　be　dying　for　the　after…party　to　start　so　you　
can　smoke。　Expect　the　after…parties　to　be　truly　mind…blowing。　Expect　not　to　remember　what　
happened　the　morning　after。

　Your　e…mail　

Q：？　？　Dear　GG；　

I　was　walking　by　the　bar　in　the　pton　Hotel　last　night　and　I　saw　B　with　this　man　who　I　
recognize　from　my　building。　He　has　a　daughter　who？s　like　in　ninth　or　tenth　grade　at　my　school。　
What？s　that　all　about？

　？Tom

　A：？　？　Hey　Tom；　

Who　knows　what　she　was　up　to；　but　can？t　you　totally　see　B　as　some　poor　girl？s　evil　stepmom？　


　？GG　
Q：？　？　Dear　G…Dawg；　
Can　I　just　say　that　you　kick　ass！　Also；　I　heard　N　is　going　to　that　fancy　rehab　up　in　Greenwich。　


My　cousin　went　there　and　came　back　more　messed　up　than　before。　

　？F。B。　

A：？　？　Dear　F。B。；　

Thanks　for　the　pliment；　although　I　don？t　know　if　I　dig　the　whole　？G…Dawg？　thing。　And　

whatever　happens　to　N　in　rehab；　they　can？t　take　away　his　soul　or　his　divine　beauty！　

　？GG　

　Sightings　

Nand　his　parents　having　a　tour　of　that　stylin？　new　rehab　clinic　inGreenwich　。C　having　his　nails　
done　atCoin　；　an　all…male　spa　in　Chelsea。　No　kidding。S　picking　up　a　custom…made　baby　tee　at　one　
of　those　customized　T…shirt　places　inChinatown　。B　standing　in　front　ofTiffany　；　drinking　out　of　a　
paper　cup　and　eating　a　Danish；　just　like　

Audrey　HepburninBreakfast　at　Tiffany？s；　exceptB　was　wearing　her　gray　school　uniform　instead　
of　a　blackChristian　Dior　evening　gown。K　andI　putting　up　NOLOITERINGsigns　around　theLes　
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