gossip girl 4 英文-第22部分

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in　Nate？s　direction。　？Sorry；　buddy；？　he　said　only　half　sympathetically。　？But　from　now　on　we　sell　
pizza　and　soda　andonly　pizza　and　soda。　Got　it？？　


Nate　picked　up　the　plate　of　pizza　and　then　put　it　down　on　the　counter　again。　He　couldn？t　believe　
his　bad　luck。　He　pulled　out　his　wallet　and　removed　a　ten…dollar　bill　from　the　fat　wad　inside。　？Keep　
the　change；？　he　muttered；　dropping　the　bill　on　the　counter　before　leaving　with　his　pizza。　

Out　on　the　street；　he　wandered　aimlessly　toward　the　park；　feeling　like　an　abandoned　dog。　He？d　
been　buying　weed　from　Mitchell　ever　since　eighth　grade。　One　random　May　afternoon；　Nate　and　
his　buddy　Jeremy　Scott　Tompkinson　had　gone　into　the　pizza　place　to　buy　a　slice；　and　Mitchell　had　
overheard　Jeremy　daring　Nate　to　steal　the　container　of　oregano　so　they　could　take　it　home　and　
smoke　it。　Mitchell　had　proposed　to　sell　them　something　even　more　mood…enhancing；　and　Nate　and　
his　buddies　had　been　ing　back　ever　since。　What　was　he　supposed　to　do　now；　buy　dime　bags　
from　one　of　those　random；　shifty…looking　dudes　in　Central　Park？　Most　of　those　guys　sold　crappy；　
dry；　Texas…grown　stuff　anyway；　not　the　succulent　green　buds　Mitchell　got　directly　from　his　uncle　
in　Peru。　Besides；　he？d　heard　half　the　Central　Park　dealers　were　narcs　just　waiting　to　bust　a　kid　like　
him。　

Dumping　his　half…eaten　pizza　slices　in　the　nearest　garbage　can；　Nate　dug　into　the　pockets　of　his　
Hugo　Boss　naval　officer？style　coat；　searching　for　a　leftover　roach。　When　he　found　one　he　crossed　
Fifth　Avenue　and　crouched　on　a　park　bench　to　light　it；　ignoring　the　group　of　giggling　tenth…grade　
girls　in　dark　blue　Constance　Billard　uniforms　ogling　him　lustily　as　they　walked　by。　

With　his　I…know…I？m…hot　smile；　his　golden　brown　hair；　his　emerald　green　eyes；　his　always…tanned　
skin；　and　his　sexy　expertise　in　building　and　racing　sailboats；　Nate　Archibald　was　the　most　
lusted…after　boy　on　the　Upper　East　Side。　He　didn？t　have　to　go　looking　for　girls。　They　just　fell　into　
his　lap。　Literally。　

Nate　sucked　hard　on　the　burning　roach　and　pulled　his　cell　phone　out　of　his　pocket。　The　problem　
was；　his　other　stoner　St。　Jude？s　buddies？Jeremy　Scott　Tompkinson；　Charlie　Dern；　and　Anthony　
Avuldsen？all　bought　from　Mitchell；　too。　Mitchell　was　the　best。　But　it　was　worth　calling　just　to　
find　out　if　any　of　them　had　managed　to　score　a　big　stash　before　their　dealer　had　disappeared。　

Jeremy　was　in　a　cab　on　his　way　to　an　interschool　squash　club　game　at　the　Ninety…second　Street　

Y。　？Sorry；　dude；？　his　voice　crackled　over　the　line。　？I？ve　been　doing　mom？s　Zoloft　all　day。　Why　
don？t　you　just　buy　a　dime　bag　from　one　of　those　dealers　in　the　park　or　something？？　
Nate　shrugged。　Something　about　buying　a　dime　bag　in　the　park　seemed　so　。　。　。lame　。　？Whatever；　
man；？　he　told　Jeremy。　？See　you　tomorrow。？　

Charlie　was　in　the　Virgin　megastore；　buying　DVDs　with　his　little　brother。　？Bummer；？　he　said　
when　Nate　told　him　about　the　situation。　？But　you？re　right　near　the　park；　right？　Just　buy　a　dime　
bag。？　

？Yeah；　whatever；？　Nate　replied。　？See　you　tomorrow。？　

Anthony　was　having　a　driving　lesson　in　the　new　BMW　M3　sports　car　his　parents　had　given　him　


for　his　eighteenth　birthday　last　weekend。　？Check　your　mom？s　medicine　cabinet；？　he　
advised。　？Parents　are　the　ultimate　resource。？　

？I？ll　look　into　it；？　Nate　answered。　？Later。？　He　clicked　off　and　sucked　the　last　drag　off　his　puny　
little　roach。　？Damn！？　he　cursed；　flicking　the　charred　remnants　into　the　dirty　snow　beneath　his　feet。　
This　semester　was　supposed　to　have　been　a　twenty…four…hour　party。　He？d　had　an　awesome　
interview　at　Brown　in　November；　and　he　was　pretty　sure　his　application　rocked　hard　enough　to　get　
him　in。　Plus　he　was　no　longer　hanging　out　with　little　Jenny　Humphrey；　who　was　very　sweet　and　
had　a　great　rack；　but　who？d　taken　up　a　shitload　of　his　free　time。　For　the　rest　of　senior　year　Nate　
had　been　planning　to　smoke　up；　kick　back；　and　just　stay　mellow　until　graduation；　but　without　his　
trusty　dealer；　that　plan　was　basically　moot。　

Nate　sat　back　on　the　green　wooden　bench　and　gazed　up　at　the　sumptuous　limestone　apartment　
buildings　lining　Fifth　Avenue。　To　his　right；　he　could　just　see　the　corner　of　Blair？s　Seventy…second　
Street　apartment　building。　Up　in　the　penthouse；　Blair？s　Russian　Blue　cat；　Kitty　Minky；　was　
probably　lying　stretched　out　on　Blair？s　rose…colored　bedspread；　eagerly　waiting　for　Blair　to　e　
home　and　scratch　him　under　the　chin　with　her　coral…pink　nails。　Impulsively；　Nate　pushed　the　
buttons　on　his　phone　to　speed…dial　Blair？s　cell　phone。　It　rang　six　times　before　she　finally　picked　
up。　

？Hello？？　Blair　answered　in　a　clipped　voice。　She　was　seated　in　Garren？s　new　East　Fifty…seventh　
Street　salon；　which　was　decorated　like　a　Turkish　harem？s　lair。　Gauzy　pink…and…yellow　silk　scarves　
hung　from　the　ceiling；　and　huge　pink…and…yellow…upholstered　pillows　were　tossed　at　random　
around　the　salon　for　clients　to　lounge　on　and　sip　Turkish　coffee　while　they　waited　for　their　
appointments。　In　front　of　every　stylist？s　station　was　an　enormous　gilt…framed　mirror。　Gianni；　
Blair？s　new　hairdresser；　had　just　finished　bing　out　her　freshly　washed　and　conditioned　locks。　
With　her　cell　phone　pressed　against　her　damp　ear；　Blair　stared　at　her　reflection　in　the　mirror。　The　
critical　moment　was　here：　Did　she　dare　go　short？　

？Hey。　It？s　me；　Nate；？　she　heard　an　old　familiar　voice　murmur　in　her　ear。　

Blair　was　too　stunned　to　answer。　They　hadn？t　spoken　since　New　Year？s　Eve；　and　even　then　the　
conversation　had　ended　badly。　What　was　Nate　doing　calling　hernow　？　

？Nate？？　Blair　replied；　half…impatiently；　half…curiously。　？Is　this　really　important；　because　I　can？t　
really　talk。　It？s　kind　of　avery　bad　time。？　

？Nah；　it？s　not　important；？　Nate　responded　as　he　tried　to　e　up　with　a　reasonable　explanation　
for　why　he？d　called　her　in　the　first　place。　？I　just　thought　you？d　want　to　know　I？ve　decided　to　quit。　
You　know？quit　smoking　weed。？　He　kicked　at　a　clump　of　frozen　dirt。　He　wasn？t　even　sure　if　that　
was　true。　Was　hereally　quitting？　Forgood　？　

Blair　gripped　the　phone　in　confused　silence　on　the　other　end。　Nate　had　always　been　
random？especially　when　he　was　stoned？but　neverthis　random。　Gianni　tapped　his　tortoise…shell　


b　against　the　back　of　her　chair　impatiently。　？Well；　good　for　you；？　she　responded　finally。　？Look；　
I　have　to　go；　okay？？　

Blair　sounded　distracted；　and　Nate　wasn？t　even　sure　why　he？d　called　her　in　the　first　place。　？See　
you；？　he　mumbled；　tucking　his　phone　back　into　his　coat　pocket。　

？Bye。？　Blair　tossed　her　silvery　pink　Nokia　phone　into　her　red　bowling　bag　and　sat　up　straight　in　
the　leather　swivel　chair。　？I？m　ready；？　she　told　Gianni；　trying　to　sound　confident。　？Just　remember；　I　
want　it　short　butfeminine　。？　

Amused　creases　appeared　in　Gianni？s　tanned；　intentionally　stubbly　cheeks。　He　winked　a　
long…lashed；　dark　brown　eye。　？Jes　lika　Katerina　Hepburn。　Right？？　

　Uh…oh。　

Blair　tightened　the　belt　on　her　beige　salon　robe　and　glared　at　Gianni？s　overly　pomaded　black　hair　
in　the　mirror；　praying　he　wasn？t　as　stupid　and　inpetent　as　he　sounded。　Maybe　it　was　a　just　a　
language　thing。　？No；not　Katherine　Hepburn。　

AudreyHepburn。　You　know；　likeBreakfast　at　Tiffany？s　？My　Fair　Lady　？Funny　Face　？？　Blair　
searched　her　brain　for　a　more　current　celebrity　reference；　someone　with　a　decent　short　haircut。　？Or　
maybe　like　Selma　Blair；？　she　added　desperately；　even　though　Selma？s　haircut　was　more　
tomboyish　than　what　she　had　in　mind。　

Gianni　didn？t　respond。　Instead；　he　ran　his　fingers　through　Blair？s　damp　brown　tresses。　？Sucha　
bee…ootiful　？air；？　he　said　wistfully　as　he　picked　up　his　scissors　and　gathered　her　hair　in　his　fist。　
Then；　without　further　ado；　he　lopped　the　entire　pony…tail　off　with　one　brutal　snip。　

Blair　closed　her　eyes　as　the　rope　of　hair　fell　to　the　floor。Please　make　me　look　pretty；　she　prayed　
silently；and　sophisticated　and　poised　and　elegant　。　She　opened　her　eyes　and　stared　in　horror　at　her　
reflection。　Her　wet；　blunt；　ear…length　mop　was　sticking　out　in　all　directions。　

？Don？t　worry；？　Gianni　reassured　her　as　he　exchanged　his　big　scissors　for　a　small　pair　of　
shears。　？Now　we　shape。？　

Blair　took　a　deep　breath；　steeling　herself。　It　was　too　late　to　back　out　of　it　anyway。　Most　of　her　
hair　was　on　the　floor。　？Okay；？　she　gasped。　Then　her　cell　phone　rang　again　and　she　lunged　at　
it。　？Wait；？　she　told　Gianni。　？Hello？？　

？Yes；　is　this　Blair　Waldorf？　Harold？s　daughter？？　

Blair　studied　herself　in　the　mirror。　She　wasn？t　exactly　surewho　she　was　anymore。　She　looked　
more　like　a　new　inmate　getting　her　preprison　crop　than　the　daughter　of　notorious　corporate　lawyer　
Harold　Waldorf；　who？d　divorced　Blair？s　mother　two　years　ago　and　now　lived　in　a　chateau　in　


France；　where　he　ran　a　vineyard　with　his　？life　partner；？　who　just　happened　to　be　a　man。　

Considering　the　turbulent　state　of　her　present　existence；　Blair　really　wouldn？t　have　minded　being　
someone　pletely　different；　which　was　part　of　the　reason　she？d　decided　to　submit　herself　to　
Gianni　in　the　first　place。　She？d　even　settle　for　Katherine　instead　of　Audrey　as　long　as　the　look　was　
totally　new。　

？Yes；？　Blair　answered　feebly。　

？Good；？　the　guy　on　the　phone　replied。　His　voice　was　deep　and　cajoling；　making　it　hard　to　guess　
how　old　he　was。　Nineteen　or　thirty…five？　？This　is　Owen　Wells。　Your　father　mentored　me　at　the　
firm　when　I　was　first　starting　out。　We？re　both　Yalies；　and　I　understand　you？re　interested　in　going　
there　yourself。？　

Interested？Blair　wasn？t　justinterested　in　going　to　Yale？it　was　her　sole　purpose　in　life。　Why　the　
hell　else　would　she　be　takingfive　APs？　

？Yes；　I　am；？　she　squeaked。　She　glanced　up　at　Gianni；　who　was　mouthing　the　words　to　a　cheesy　
Celine　Dion　song　wafting　out　of　the　salon？s　sound　system。　？I　kind　of　messed　up　my　interview；　
though。？　

Actually；　she？d　kind　of　told　the　interviewer　her　whole　life？s　sob　story　and　then　kind　ofkissed　him；　
which　was　more　than　kind　of　a　major　？whoops。？　

？Well；　that？s　exactly　why　I？m　calling；？　Owen　Wells　replied；　his　sexy　voice　resonating　like　the　
bass　notes　of　a　cello。　？Your　father？s　support　means　a　lot　to　the　school；　and　they　want　to　give　you　a　
second　chance。　I？m　volunteering　my　services　as　your　alumnus　interv