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Elise　unzipped　the　small　outside　pocket　of　her　beige　Kenneth　Cole　backpack　and　pulled　a　pack　of　
Marlboro　Lights　halfway　out。　？Only　every　once　and　a　while；？　she　replied；　pushing　the　pack　back　
inside　in　case　a　teacher　came　down　the　stairs。　？Are　you　ing？？　

Jenny　hesitated。　If　the　receptionist　noticed　them　leaving；　she　might　yell　at　them　and　then　call　
their　homeroom　teacher　or　even　their　parents。　？How？？？　

？Let？s　justgo　；？　Elise　urged；　tugging　on　Jenny？s　hand。　She　started　to　run　down　the　stairs；　pulling　
Jenny　after　her。　？Go；　go；go　！？　

Jenny　held　her　breath　as　she　followed　Elise　downstairs　and　sprinted　across　the　red…carpeted　
reception　hall　toward　the　front　doors。　Trina；　the　school　receptionist；　was　barking　into　her　headset　
and　sorting　the　mail　at　the　same　time。　She　didn？t　even　notice　the　two　freshman　girls　streak　past　
without　stopping　to　sign　out。　

Blair　sat　alone　on　the　East　Ninety…fourth　Street　stoop　favored　by　the　Constance　Billard　senior　
girls；　furiously　smoking　a　Merit　Ultra　Light　and　running　through　the　college　interview　questions　
she？d　been　prepared　to　answer　since　October。　There　were　only　two　days　left　until　her　interview　
with　Owen　Wells；　and　she　absolutely　refused　to　fuck　this　one　up。　

Tell　me　about　your　interests。　What　kinds　of　things　are　you　involved　in　after　school？　

I？m　president　of　the　French　club　and　the　social　services　board　at　school。　I？m　also　a　peer　group　
leader；　counseling　freshmen　on　social　issues。　I？m　nationally　ranked　in　tennis？I　play　all　summer；　
but　only　twice　a　week　during　the　winter。　I　volunteer　in　soup　kitchens　whenever　I　can。　I　also　chair　
the　organizing　mittees　for　about　eight　charity　functions　a　year。　We　were　going　to　do　a　
Valentine？s　Day　ball　this　Sunday　to　benefit　Little　Hearts；　a　charity　for　children　with　heart　
problems；　but　the　ball　got　canceled　because　of　Fashion　Week。　We　were　worried　no　one　would　
e。　I　sent　a　letter　to　everyone　on　the　guest　list　and　still　raised　almost　300；000。　Fundraising　has　
always　been　one　of　my　particular　strengths；　and　I　definitely　plan　to　volunteer　my　services　at　Yale。　

Blair　could　just　imagine　Owen？s　eyes　widening　in　impressed　surprise。　How　could　Yalenot　accept　
her？　She　was　first　class。　

A　first…class　liar　is　more　like　it。　The　whole　soup　kitchen　thing　is　pletely　bogus；　and　she？d　sort　
of　skipped　the　part　about　the　sevenother　chairpeople　who？d　helped　raise　the　money　for　Little　
Hearts。　

　？Hey　Blair！？　


Serena　was　ambling　down　the　sidewalk　toward　her；　wearing　black　fishnets　with　a　hole　in　one　
knee；　her　luminous　blond　hair　pulled　up　in　a　messy　bun。　For　some　girls　this　would　have　been　a　
very　white…trash　moment；　but　for　Serena　it　was　an　
I…can…get…away…with…this…because…I…look…good…in…anything　moment。　A　cab　rushed　down　the　street　
and　the　driver　whistled　out　the　window　and　honked　as　he　drove　by。　Serena　was　so　used　to　the　
sound　of　men　whistling　and　cars　honking；　she　never　even　bothered　to　turn　around。　

She　sat　down　next　to　Blair　and　pulled　a　crumpled　turquoise…colored　pack　of　American　Spirits　out　
of　her　pocket。　She？d　started　smoking　them　when　she　and　Aaron　had　gotten　together；　because　they　
were　supposed　to　be　all　natural　and　additive…free。　

As　if　there？s　such　a　big　difference　between　all…natural　carbon　monoxide　and　fake　carbon　
monoxide。　Get　real。　

？I　still　can？t　believe　how　cool　you　look；？　Serena　breathed；　admiring　Blair？s　hairdo　as　she　lit　her　
cigarette。　？Who　knew　you？d　look　sohot　with　short　hair。？　

Blair　touched　her　head　self…consciously。　She？d　thought　she　was　supposed　to　be　mad　at　Serena　but　
now　she　couldn？t　even　remember　why。　Her　haircutwas　hot；　if　she　did　say　so　herself。　

Flattery　can　work　wonders。　

？So；　I？ve　been　trying　to　think　of　a　good　present　to　get　for　Aaron；　you　know；　to　congratulate　him　
on　getting　into　Harvard？　Can　you　think　of　anything　he　really　wants；　or　maybe　something　he　
needs？？　

Now　Blair　remembered　why　she　was　mad　at　Serena。Aaron；　Aaron；　Aaron。　It　was　boring　to　the　
point　of　utter　nausea。　？Not　really；？　she　yawned　in　response。　？A　makeover？？　

？Very　funny；？　Serena　replied。　？Hey；　don？t　we　know　those　girls？？　

Across　the　street；　Jenny　and　Elise　were　walking　in　that　self…conscious；　bumping…into…each…other　
way　fourteen…year…old　girls　have　of　approaching　people　they？re　embarrassed　to　talk　to。　

Eventually　the　two　girls　bumbled　across　the　street。　？We　brought　our　own　cigarettes；？　Jenny　
announced　as　nonchalantly　as　she　could；　still　a　little　freaked　out　that　she？d　just　sneaked　out　of　
school。　

Elise　pulled　a　pack　of　Marlboros　out　of　her　bag；　but　before　she　could　offer　one　to　Jenny；　Serena　
tossed　over　her　pack　of　American　Spirits。　？Put　those　away。　These　are　so　much　better　for　you。？　

Elise　nodded　her　head　seriously。　？Thanks。？　She　pulled　two　cigarettes　out　of　the　pack　and　stuck　
them　both　between　her　lips。　Then　she　flicked　on　her　mint　green　Bic　lighter；　puffing　on　them　


simultaneously　before　handing　one　to　Jenny。　

Jenny　sucked　on　it　hesitantly。　After　Nate　had　broken　up　with　her；　she？d　tried　to　take　up　smoking　
as　part　of　her　new　jaded…woman　image；　but　they？d　given　her　such　bad　sore　throats；　she？d　had　to　
quit　after　only　a　few　days。　

？So；　have　you　checked　your　e…mail　today？？　Blair　asked　her；　cocking　a　freshly　plucked　eyebrow　
mysteriously。　

Jenny　coughed　out　a　lungful　of　smoke。　？My　e…mail？？　

Blair　smirked　to　herself。　Even　though　that　blond　boy　in　Bendel？s　had　been　kind　of　dorky　looking；　
he　and　Jenny　would　make　a　very　cute　couple。　The　beanpole　and　the　big…breasted　cutie…pie。　？Forget　
it；？　she　replied　even　more　mysteriously。　？Just　be　sure　to　check　it　regularly　from　now　on。？　

Of　course　now　Jenny　wanted　to　sprint　back　to　school　to　check　out　her　e…mail；　but　she　couldn？t　
just　abandon　Elise；　especially　not　when　two　more　senior　girls　were　walking　toward　the　stoop　to　
join　the　smoking　party。　

？My　fucking　feet　are　killing　me　in　these　boots。　It？s　like　Japanese　foot　binding。？　Kati　Farkas　
plopped　herself　down　beside　Blair　and　unzipped　her　peacock　blue　Charles　Jourdan　ankle　boots。　

？Stopwhining　about　those　boots；？　Kati？s　glued…together…at…the…hip　friend　Isabel　Coates　moaned。　
Isabel　leaned　against　the　stoop？s　metal　railing　and　took　a　sip　from　a　paper　cup　full　of　whipped　
cream？topped　hot　chocolate。　She　was　wearing　a　Kelly　green　Dolce　&　Gabbana　coat　from　a　
weekend　sample　sale。　It　was　buttonless　and　tied　at　the　waist　with　a　thick　black　cord；　like　a　Kelly　
green　monk？s　robe。　

No　wonder　it　never　sold　out　back　in　October。　

？Maybe　if　you　got　some　Japanese　foot　bindingdone　those　boots　wouldn？t　hurt　so　much；？　Isabel　
continued。　？Or　if　you？d　letme　buy　them　instead　of　you；　sinceI？m　the　one　who　saw　them　first。？　

？Chinese；？　Jenny　couldn？t　help　but　correct。　？The　Chinese　used　to　bind　women？s　feet。？　

Kati　and　Isabel　stared　at　her　blankly。　？Shouldn？t　you　be　in　school？？　Isabel　demanded。　

？They？re　smoking　with　us；？　Blair　said　protectively。　It　was　kind　of　fun　having　two　little　
ninth…grade　sisters。　Not　that　she　ever　wanted　areal　little　sister　or　anything。　

Kati　pretended　not　to　notice　that　Blair　was　actually　being　nice　to　these　two　little　snot…nosed　
fourteen…year…olds　and　threw　her　arms　around　Blair？s　neck　instead；　kissing　her　on　each　
Stila…powdered　cheek。　


　Mwah！　Mwah！　

？I　can？t　believe　I　haven？t　said　anything；　but　your　hair　looks　totallygorg　。　I　just　love；　love；love　it！？　
she　squealed。　？You　were　so　brave。　I　heard　you　got　gum　in　it。　Is　that　why　you　decided　to　go　so　
short？？　

？Can　I　touch　it？？　asked　Isabel。　She　put　down　her　hot　chocolate　and　reached　out　to　pat　the　back　of　
Blair？s　head　with　a　tentative　hand。　？It　feels　so　weird！　Like　a　boy！？　

Blair　suddenly　wished　she？d　worn　a　hat　or　some　sort　of　turban　to　school。　She　dropped　her　
cigarette　on　the　step　below　her　and　squashed　it　with　the　pointy　toe　of　her　boot。　？e　on；　you　
guys；？　she　beckoned；　rising　to　her　feet　and　holding　out　her　gloved　hands　to　Jenny　and　Elise　like　
Mary　Poppins　collecting　the　children　at　the　playground。　？I？ll　walk　you　back　to　school。？　

Jenny　and　Elise　tossed　their　cigarettes　into　the　shrubbery　in　front　of　the　brownstone　next　door　
and　stood　up；　hitching　their　bags　up　on　their　shoulders。　Now　that　they？d　tried　smoking　cigarettes　
with　the　seniors　on　a　freezing…cold　stoop；　they　weren？t　exactly　sure　what　the　attraction　was。　

？Do　you　think　my　hair　would　look　good　that　short？？　Elise　asked；　hurrying　to　keep　up　with　Blair。　

Anything　would　have　been　an　improvement　on　the　my…first…haircut　bob　Elise　was　presently　
sporting；　but　Blair　didn？t　have　the　heart　or　the　energy　to　tell　her。　？I？ll　give　you　my　stylist？s　
number；？　she　offered　generously。　

As　they　turned　down　East　Ninety…third　Street；　Mary；　Vicky；　and　Cassie　burst　through　the　doors　
and　waved　to　them。　

？We　saw　you　leave　at　recess！？　

？We　came　out　to　get　you！？　

？We　didn？t　want　you　to　get　in　trouble！？　

Blair　put　her　arms　around　Jenny　and　Elise　and　herded　them　toward　the　school　doors；　wise　to　the　
fact　that　the　three　girls　were　just　being　obnoxiously　nosy。　？We？re　fine；？　she　told　them　
coolly。　？Shouldn？t　you　be　in　class？？　

Mary；　Vicky；　and　Cassie　stared　after　them　in　hurt　disbelief。　They　wereso　much　cooler　than　Jenny　
and　Elise。　What　did　they　have　to　do　to　prove　it？　

Serena　remained　on　the　chilly　stoop；　not　exactly　thrilled　that　she？d　been　left　alone　with　Kati　and　
Isabel。　She　examined　her　split　ends；　trying　to　e　up　with　the　perfect　you…got…into…college！　gift　
for　Aaron　while　Kati　and　Isabel　waited　eagerly　for　the　real　scoop　on　Blair？s　hair。　


？Did　she　have　lice　or　something？？　

？I　heard　she　had　this　manic　depressive　fit　and　hacked　it　off　with　a　nail　scissors。　She　had　to　go　to　
the　salon　to　fix　it。？　

？I　think　it　looks　cool；？　Serena　answered　dreamily　in　reply。　

Kati　and　Isabel　glared　at　her；　disappointed。　If　Serena　wasn？t　going　to　dish　anything　out；　they？d　
just　have　to　make　something　up。　

And　let？s　be　honest？that　sounds　likemuch　more　fun。　

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