天锡小说网

第23部分（第2页）

supposed　to　go　to　this　stupid　AP　history　cram　session　for　our　final　next　week；　but　I　could　skip　it。？

Chuck　Bass？s　monkey　scampered　past　him　down　the　hall　with　a　half…eaten　bag　of　Smart　Puffs　in

his　mouth。　Chuck　was　too　busy　dabbing　Aveda　pomade　into　his　freshly　highlighted　hair　in　front　of

the　full…length　mirror　he？d　installed　inside　his　locker　to　even　notice。

？Okay；　I？m　in　photo　lab　now。　As　usual；　everyone　else　cut　except　me。　They？re　all　probably　at

some　stupid　sample　sale　or　something。　Shopping　for　their　stupid　white　wedding？I　mean；

graduation　gowns　or　whatever。Fuck！　？　Vanessa　exclaimed；　sounding　like　she？d　stumbled　into

something。　？It？s　dark　in　here。？

Dan？s　ear　was　sweating　now。　？I　wish　I　were　there；？　he　blurted　out；　unable　to　stop　himself。

？Me　too；？　Vanessa　responded　eagerly。　？Seriously。？　Wait；　was　sheflirting　with　him？

？So　maybe　I　will　e　over　later；？　he　ventured。　？Dad　and　Jenny　are　away　anyway；　so　I　don？t

have　to　be　home　at　any　particular　time。？

Is　that　so？

？Cool。？　Vanessa　sounded　distracted　now。　？Look；　I？m　gonna　do　something　dumb　like　drink　fixer

instead　of　my　tea　if　I　don？t　hang　up　now。　I？ll　see　you　later；　okay？？

Dan　could　hardly　wait。　？Yeah；　okay。？　He　hung　up。　Down　the　hall　Sweetie　was　peeing　on　the

marble　floor　in　front　of　the　door　to　the　history　department　offices。　Dan　grinned　at　him。

Good　boy。

D　rethinks　his　summer　plans

Dan？s　cigarette　hand　shook　violently　as　he　watched　his　sister　disappear　into　the　men？s　room；

followed　by　that　arrogant　stoner　prince　of　the　Upper　East　Side；　Nate　Archibald。　Jenny　seemed　to

be　getting　bolder　and　more　self…assured　as　the　year　progressed；　while　he　seemed　to　be　regressing

back　to　the　girl…less；　friendless　loser　he？d　been　up　until　this　year。　She？d　even　wrangled　her　way

into　boarding　school　way　after　admissions　for　next　year　were　closed；　while　he？d　whittled　his

options　down　to　nothing。

The　music　was　really　loud　now；　and　Vanessa　and　Serena　had　inspired　half　the　room　to　get　up　and

dance。　Vanessa　had　kicked　off　her　wedge…heeled　shoes；　baring　her　black…polished　toes　and　pale；

deeply　arched　feet。　Dan　loved　to　kiss　the　arches　of　her　feet。　He　could　write　sonnets　about　the

arches　of　her　feet。　But　that　was　back　when　Vanessa　didn？t　drink　or　dance　or　wear　white　or

anything　but　black　jeans；　black　kneesocks；　and　Doc　Martens。　She　seemed　so　different　now？if　he

were　to　write　a　poem　about　her；　he　wasn？t　sure　where　he？d　begin。

Vanessa　danced　over　to　him　and　snaked　her　arms　around　his　neck。　Her　pale　skin　was　slick　was

sweat　and　her　eyelids　were　heavy　from　all　the　vodka　she？d　consumed。　？I　do　love　you；　Dan。　I

really　do；？　she　breathed　hotly　into　his　ear　before　shimmying　away　again；　her　whole　body　aglow。

Dan　stared　after　her；　honestly　believing　that　she　did　love　him。　She　just　didn？t　need　him　with

her？not　all　the　time。　She　was　too　busy　shedding　her　lumpy　black　cocoon　and　transforming　into　a