never actually hated him before。
“That’s okay; I wouldn’t want to do it with you anyway;” Chuck
sneered。 “I hear you have diseases。”
“Get away from me;” Serena hissed; putting her hands on his chest
and shoving him away。 She slammed the cab door shut in his face;
and gave the driver her address。
As the cab pulled away; Serena hugged herself; staring straight
ahead through the rain…spattered windshield。 When the taxi stopped
at a light on the corner of Broadway and Spring; she opened the
door; leaned out; and threw up into the gutter。
That will teach her not to drink on an empty stomach。
Chuck’s scarf swung from her neck and dangled in the puddle of
pink vomit on the pavement。 Serena pulled the scarf off; wiped her
mouth on it; and stuffed it into her bag。
“Gross;” she said; slamming the cab door closed again。
“Tissue; miss?” the cab driver offered; passing a box of Kleenex
back to her。
Serena pulled one from the box and wiped her mouth with it。
“Thanks;” she said。
Then she sat back in the seat and closed her eyes; grateful; as
always; for the kindness of strangers。
“What about a condom or something?” Blair murmured; gaping at
Nate’s hard…on。 It looked like it was going to take over the world。
She had managed to get all of his clothes off; and now they were
lying down on her bed on top of the covers。 They’d been fooling
around for almost an hour。 On the stereo; the Jennifer Lopez song
“Love Don’t Cost a Thing” was playing; and Blair was getting hotter
and hotter。 She reached for Nate’s hand and licked his fingers;
sucking greedily on the tip of each one。 She had a feeling sex was
going to be even better than food。
Nate rolled onto his back while Blair sucked his fingers。 He had been
so uptight about seeing Blair that he hadn’t eaten dinner; and now
he was feeling hungry。 Maybe when he went home he’d pick up a
burrito from the Mexican place on Lexington Avenue。 That’s what he
wanted; a chicken and black bean burrito with extra guacamole。
Blair bit down hard on his pinky。
“Ow;” Nate said; his hard…on deflating as if it had been pricked with
a pin。 He sat up and ran his hands through his hair。 “I can’t do this;”