gossip girl 9 英文- 第14部分

？I　knew　it；？　Tony　said；　spitting　on　the　ground。　？I　could　just　smell　it　on　you。？　

？But　I　mean；　it？s　no　big　deal。？　Nate　shook　his　head。　？I　mean　。　。　。　I？m　not　like　a　lot　of　those　kids。？　

？Well；　I　guess　。　。　。？　Tawny　sank　back　into　him；　rubbing　the　side　of　her　face　against　his　
work…strong　chest。　？Maybe　you？ll　take　me　back　to　the　city　some　time？？　

？Sure；　sure。？　Nate　wrapped　his　tanned　arm　around　her　waist。　？That？d　be　fun。？　

As　long　as　he　keeps　her　away　from　Blair　Not…so…good…with…jealousy　Waldorf。　

e　up　and　see　me　sometime　

The　evening　after　their　study　session　and　another　disheart…ening　day　of　rehearsal；　Serena　sat　in　
the　backseat　of　a　taxi　on　her　way　back　to　the　Chelsea　Hotel。　But　this　time；　she　had　something　to　
look　forward　to。　She　checked　the　text　messages　on　her　phone　again；　mostly　because　she　wanted　to　
reread　the　note　from　Thaddeus。　

e　down　and　see　me。　I　miss　you。　xx　

Serena　had　been　starting　to　doubt　herself　after　all　the　insults　from　Ken　Mogul；　but　here　it　was：　
incontrovertible；　digital　proof　that　she；　Serena　van　der　Woodsen；　still　had　it。　

The　taxi　made　a　wide　turn　onto　Twenty…third　Street　and　Serena　felt　her　heart　start　to　pound　a　little　
faster？in　just　a　few　minutes　she？d　be　at　the　hotel。　She？d　been　with　handsome　guys　before；　but　
she？d　never　fallen　for　anyone　quite　like　Thaddeus。　Of　course　he　was　gorgeous；　but　there　was　
something　else　about　him。　Serena　felt　like　they　could　be　more　than　costars；　more　than　lovers？they　
could　be　best　friends；　too。　

Not　that　she　needed　a　new　best　friend。　Or　did　she？　She　could　never　remember。　

When　they　reached　the　Chelsea　at　last；　she　stuffed　a　twenty…dollar　bill　into　the　driver？s　hand；　
burst　from　the　back…seat；　and　dashed　into　the　lobby　of　the　hotel。　Even　though　filming　had　begun　at　
Barneys；　Ken　had　said　she　needed　as　much　off…set　practice　as　she　could　get。　The　familiar　dark　
hallways　lined　with　famous　paintings　gave　Serena　a　sinking　feeling　in　the　pit　of　her　stomach；　but　
she　tried　to　forget　about　all　the　negative　things　that　Ken　had　yelled　at　her　in　the　building　and　focus　
on　what　was　about　to　happen：　she　was　about　to　get　together　with　Thaddeus　Smith。　


She　knocked　softly　on　his　door　and　he　pulled　it　open　almost　immediately；　a　startled　look　on　his　
face。　His　very　baggy　cargo　shorts　had　slid　down　to　reveal　his　simple　gray　boxers。　

？Serena；？　he　exclaimed。　？What？s　going　on？？　

？Nothing；？　she　breathed；　brushing　past　him　and　into　the　room。　She　tossed　her　khaki…colored　
Marc　Jacobs　drawstring　beach　bag　on　the　floor　and　plopped　onto　the　couch。　

Thaddeus　closed　the　door　and　pulled　his　shorts　up；　blushing　slightly。　？So；？　he　said。　？What？s　
happening？　Were　you　just　in　the　neighborhood？？　

？Something　like　that。？　Serena　laughed。　It　was　cute　to　see　the　world…famous　actor　squirming。　God；　
she　loved　flirting　with　him。　

？So；？　Thaddeus　mumbled；　picking　up　his　discarded　T…shirt　from　the　floor　and　pulling　it　over　his　
head。　He　sat　in　the　arm…chair　and　placed　his　feet　on　the　coffee　table。　？Have　you　been　rehearsing　on　
your　own？？　

？It？s　such　a　drag；？　Serena　sighed。　？But　Ken　acts　like　I？m　never　going　to　get　it　right。？　

？I　always　say　it？s　harder　work　than　people　think；？Thaddeus　agreed。　？People　think　it？s　all　
glamour；　all　parties　and　premieres；　but　I　fuckingearn　my　paychecks。　I　guess　I　don？t　need　to　tell　

you　that。？　

Making　three　million　per　movie　must　be　hard。　

？I　wish　someone　had　warned　me。？　Serena　picked　her　bag　up　off　the　floor　and　dug　her　hand　inside。　

She？d　gotten　so　worked　up　on　her　way　over；　she　needed　to　relax。　？Mind　if　I　smoke？？　

？No；　of　course　not。？　Thaddeus　gestured　lamely　at　the　coffee　table；　which　was　already　set　with　an　
ashtray　and　several　lighters。　？The　thing　is；　Serena；　this　isn？t　a　great　time。　My　friend　Serge　is　

supposed　to　stop　by。？　

Serena　stayed　where　she　was。　Why　was　it　so　hard　to　get　a　minute　alone　with　him？　

？Well；　your　text　message　didn？t　sound　like　you　were　that　busy。？　She　smiled　nervously。　His　coy　

actwas　a　little　confusing。　

　Only　a　little？　

？Shit；？Thaddeus　exclaimed。？Yougot　my　text　message？？　

？Uh…huh；？　she　murmured　breathily。　


？Well；　I？m　glad　you　did；？　he　stammered。　？I　thought　that　we　could；　um；　well；　I　thought　that　
maybe　we　should　get　some　work　done。？　

Why　was　he　so　nervous？　It　was　hard　to　believe　that　someone　as　gorgeous　and　successful　as　
Thaddeus　Smith　could　be　so　shy　around　girls！　？Work。？　She　pouted。　？I　thought　you　might　want　to；　
you　know；　have　a　little　fun？？　

？Fun；？　repeated　Thaddeus。　？Work　can　be？？　His　chirping　cell　phone　interrupted　him。　He　glanced　
at　the　display。　？Serena；　I？ve　got　to　grab　this。　I？m　sorry。　I？ll　be　just　be　a　second。？　He　scurried　into　
the　bedroom；　so　all　Serena　could　hear　was　？Hello。？　

She　stubbed　out　her　half…smoked　cigarette。　Thaddeus？s　freaky　behavior　was　starting　to　make　her　
nervous。　Was　she　ing　on　too　strong？　Not　strong　enough？　He　was　the　one　who？d　sent　her　a　
sexy　text　message。　Why　would　he　invite　a　friend　over？　Maybe　Thaddeus　was　kinky？　That　wasn？t　
really　her　thing。　

　Oh；　really？　

？Sorry　about　that；？　Thaddeus　apologized；　shuffling　back　into　the　room。　He　tossed　his　phone　onto　
the　coffee　table；　where　it　landed　with　a　bang。　？Anyway；　as　long　as　you？re　here；　let？s　run　some　
lines。？

　？Lines？？　asked　Serena。　

？You　can　use　my　script；？　Thaddeus　said；　sinking　into　the　armchair　with　a　sigh。　？I？ve　got　my　lines　
down。？　？Let？s　start　with　scene　seventeen；？　she　offered　hopefully。　？You　know；　the　love　scene？？　

Rehearsinga　love　scene　might　be　as　close　as　she？s　going　to　get。　

tea　for　two　

？You　okay？？　Vanessa　asked　Dan。　He　was　sprawled　across　his　bed；　wincing　in　pain。　There　were　
Camel　butts　all　over　the　worn　brown　carpet；　as　if　he　couldn？t　be　bothered　to　get　up　and　get　one　of　
the　half…empty　coffee　mugs　he　usually　used　as　an　ashtray。　

？Fuuuuu…uuuck；？　he　muttered。　？I　think　I　pulled　something。？　

Vanessa　picked　up　the　dog…eared　beige　copy　of　the　Bhagavad　Gita　from　his　unmade　bed。　She　
knew　it　was　some　sacred　Indian　text；　but　she？d　never　had　any　interest　in　finding　out　any　more　
about　it。　Then　she　noticed　Dan　was　working　on　a　poem　in　his　big　black　notebook。　He　rolled　over　


onto　his　back。　

？Whatcha　writing？？　she　asked；　reaching　for　the　notebook。　She　read　the　first　couple　of　lines：　

Pure　love。　Pure　lust。　Trust　trust。　

Buddha　was　no　Jesus。　Neither　am　I。　

I？m　just　a　guy。　

News　flash：　Bikram　yoga　kills　creative　brain　cells；　causing　poets　who　already　write　bad　poetry　to　
writereally　bad　poetry。　

？You　can？t　read　that！？　Dan　snatched　the　notebook　out　of　her　hands。　？It？s；　um；　private。？　

？Do　you　want　some　tea？？　he　asked；　sitting　up。　？I　just　bought　some　Mint　Meltdown。　It？s　
supposed　to　empty　the　body　of　toxins　and　help　your　body　reallybreathe　。？　

Vanessa　snorted。　？You？re　joking；　right？？　

？e　on。？　Dan　yawned。　He　rose　to　his　feet　unsteadily；　and　Vanessa　followed　him　out　of　the　
bedroom　and　down　the　dark　hall；　moving　at　a　grandfather？s　pace　through　the　swinging　door　into　
the　kitchen；　which　was　filled　with　stacks　of　dirty　dishes。　There　were　breadcrumbs　all　over　the　
counter　and　the　toaster　was　lying　on　its　side。　Rufus　had　left　a　fondue　pot　filled　with　cheese　in　the　
middle　of　the　butcher…block　island。　Vanessa　took　a　fork　and　poked　at　its　thick　skin　while　Dan　
microwaved　two　mugs　full　of　water。　

Dan　dropped　two　bags　of　Mint　Meltdown　into　the　mugs　and　handed　her　one。　Vanessa　tried　to　
catch　his　eye；　but　weirdly；　he　wouldn？t　look　at　her。　This　was　partly　due　to　the　fact　that　Vanessa　
looked　pretty　in　her　new　black　cap…sleeve　dress　and　partly　because　he　was　wracked　with　guilt　for　
getting　sweaty　with　Bree　and　not　even　mentioning　anything　about　it　to　his　supposed　girlfriend。　

？So；？　she　began　tentatively。　？I　feel　like　I？ve　hardly　seen　you。？　

？I？ve　been　working　a　lot；？　he　replied；　burying　his　nose　in　his　mug。　？They　really　need　me　at　the　
Strand。　And　I？ve　made　some　new　friends。？　

Vanessa　chuckled。　？I　guess　the　high…stakes　world　of　used…book　retail　never　quits。？　Why　was　he　
acting　so　bizarre？　She？d　been　able　to　tell　he　was　disappointed　a　couple　days　ago　about　her　
working　such　long　hours；　but　ever　since　she　moved　in　they？d　been　likenew　roommates　who　didn？t　
even　know　each　other。　

？You　don？t　have　to　be　rude；？　Dan　countered；　tapping　his　spoon　against　the　top　of　his　
BEATPOETSDOIT　ON　THEROADtravel　mug。　？Judgment　leads　but　to　the　path　of　negative　


energy。？　

？Excuse　me？？　Vanessa　whispered　shrilly。　？Could　you　run　that　by　me　again？？　

？I　don？t　expect　you　to　understand。？　He　sipped　his　tea　even　though　it　was　still　scalding　hot。　？It？s　
one　of　the　elemental　sign…posts　of　the　yogi？s　philosophy。？　

？The　only　yogi　I　know　is　the　bear　who　steals　the　picnic　baskets。　I　don？t　know　where　you　picked　
up　this　New　Age　talk；　but　the　Dan　Humphrey　I　used　to　know　and　love　and　kind　of　had　the　hots　for　
would　think　you　are　full　of　shit。？　

？Well；　the　Vanessa　AbramsI　used　to　know　and　love　wouldn？t　be　caught　dead　slaving　for　a　
Hollywood　sellout；？　Dan　retorted　angrily。　He　left　out　the　？kind　of　had　the　hots　for？　part　since　he　
kind　of　had　the　hots　for　someone　else　at　the　moment。　

？Excuse　me？？Vanessa　set　her　cup　down。　Now　that　was　just　plain　unfair。　Heknew　Ruby　had　
kicked　her　out　and　she　needed　the　money。　And　wasn？t　he　proud　of　her　working　on　a　feature　film　at　
the　age　of　only　eighteen？　？At　least　my　job　requires　more　skill　than　alphabetizing　dusty　old　books　
by　author　name。？　

He　closed　his　eyes　and　breathed　in　noisily　through　his　flared　nostrils；　something　he？d　learned　
yesterday　in　yoga。In　with　the　good；　out　with　the　bad。　？I　thought　living　together　would　be　so　great；　
but　I　think　you？ve　changed。？　

Vanessa　sighed　over　her　steaming　cup　of　tea。　It　tasted　like　Aquafresh　toothpaste　and　
Pine…Sol。　？You？re　the　one　who？s　changed；？　she　shot　back。　？Maybe　I　should　just　get　out　of　your　
hair。？　She　blew　into　her　mug。　

？Please；？　Dan　retorted　angrily。　？You　wantedme　out　of　your　hair；　not　the　other　way　around。I　was　
the　one　who　cared　about　this　summer　together。You　just　wanted　to　work。？　

？Well；　I　guess　we？re　both　getting　what　we　want。？　Vanessa　took　another　sip　of　Mint　Meltdown　tea　
before　setting　it　down　on　the　counter　among　the　old　newspapers　and　food…encrusted　saucepans。