天锡小说网

第1部分（第2页）

KICKED　OUT；　AND　ES　BACK

Yes；　S　is　back　from　boarding　school。　Her　hair　is　longer；　paler。　Her

blue　eyes　have　that　deep　mysteriousness　of　kept　secrets。　She　is

wearing　the　same　old　fabulous　clothes；　now　in　rags　from　fending　off

New　England　storms。　This　morning　S’s　laughter　echoed　off　the

steps　of　the　Met；　where　we　will　no　longer　be　able　to　enjoy　a　quick

smoke　and　a　cappuccino　without　seeing　her　waving　to　us　from　her

parents’　apartment　across　the　street。　She　has　picked　up　the　habit　of

biting　her　fingernails；　which　makes　us　wonder　about　her　even　more；

and　while　we　are　all　dying　to　ask　her　why　she　got　kicked　out　of

boarding　school；　we　won’t；　because　we’d　really　rather　she　had

stayed　away。　But　S　is　definitely　here。

Just　to　be　safe；　we　should　all　synchronize　our　watches。　If　we　aren’t

careful；　S　is　going　to　win　over　our　teachers；　wear　that　dress　we

couldn’t　fit　into；　eat　the　last　olive；　have　sex　in　our　parents’　beds；

spill　Campari　on　our　rugs；　steal　our　brothers’　and　our　boyfriends’

hearts；　and　basically　ruin　our　lives　and　piss　us　all　off　in　a　major　way。

I’ll　be　watching　closely。　I’ll　be　watching　all　of　us。　It’s　going　to　be　a

wild　and　wicked　year。　I　can　smell　it。

Love；

“I　watched　Nickelodeon　all　morning　in　my　room　so　I　wouldn’t　have

to　eat　breakfast　with　them；”　Blair　Waldorf　told　her　two　best　friends

and　Constance　Billard　School　classmates；　Kati　Farkas　and　Isabel

Coates。　“My　mother　cooked　him　an　omelet。　I　didn’t　even　know　she

knew　how　to　use　the　stove。”

Blair　tucked　her　long；　dark　brown　hair　behind　her　ears　and　swigged

her　mother’s　fine　vintage　scotch　from　the　crystal　tumbler　in　her

hand。　She　was　already　on　her　second　glass。

“What　shows　did　you　watch？”　Isabel　asked；　removing　a　stray　strand

of　hair　from　Blair’s　black　cashmere　cardigan。

“Who　cares？”　Blair　said；　stamping　her　foot。　She　was　wearing　her

new　black　ballet　flats。　Very　bow…tie　proper　preppy；　which　she　could

get　away　with　because　she　could　change　her　mind　in　an　instant　and

put　on　her　trashy；　pointed；　knee…high　boots　and　that　sexy　metallic

skirt　her　mother　hated。　Poof—rock　star　sex　kitten。　Meow。

“The　point　is；　I　was　trapped　in　my　room　all　morning　because　they

were　busy　having　a　gross　romantic　breakfast　in　their　matching　red