gossip girl 3 英文- 第26部分

STUDENT　B　
It　has　no　score。　See？　Not　used　ma　or　point。

TEACHER　B　
That　does　not　make　a　poem。　A　poem　is　。。。　well；　a　poem　is　poetry。　

STUDENT　C　
That　on　the　whale？　

TEACHER　C　
Arrais。　What　do　you　think？　

STUDENT　C　
Well；　I　really　think　it　would　be　better　if　the　whale　speak。　

A　fourth　teacher　goes　to　the　door；　look　at　the　corridor　on　both　sides　and　then　slam　the　

door。　Audrey　runs　through　the　corridor；　looking　esfarrapada。　She　knocks　on　the　door　of　the　

teacher　who　just　close　it。　

Audrey　
Professor　Weeks！　Oh；　professor　Weeks！　

PROF。　WEEKS　
You　are　late。　

Audrey　
Yes；　but　I　have　a　perfectly　good　excuse。　

The　teacher　makes　a　break；　hoping　to　hear　the　excuse。　

PROF。　WEEKS　
Yes？
Audrey　
（breathless）　
Oh；　but　I　can　not　tell　you！　It　is　something　illegal。　

PROF。　WEEKS　
（making　a　frown）　
Illegal？　I　need　to　call　the　campus　security？　

Audrey　
（swinging　the　head）　
Oh；　no。　At　least；　not　yet。　

She　spends　her　work　to　him。　
Audrey　
I　could　not　decide　on　which　the　writing　of　Shakespeare；　so　I　wrote　about　them　all。　I　hope　

you　do　not　mind。　

The　teacher　puts　the　reading　glasses　and　begins　to　read　the　work。　He　sits　at　the　table；　

pletely　oblivious　to　what　you're　reading。　While　he　continues　to　read；　Audrey　casually　it　

leaves　the　room　and　closes　the　door。　She　walks　the　aisle　and　out　the　door　of　the　building；　

get　a　bike　and　pedal　the　lawn。　

EXT。　QUADRA　OF　FACULTY　…　SEQUENCE　

Triangulated　by　a　huge　lawn　of　tijolinhos　buildings。　

Audrey　pedal　by　lawn；　watching　the　fall　foliage　rather　than　look　at　where　you　are　going。　She　

hits　a　boy　with　a　sweater　that　USA's　rowing　team　that　is　the　way　to　the　training。　The　boy　

falls　to　the　ground。　

He　is　Colin　Davis　
Oh！　

Audrey　down　the　bike　and　if　agacha　next　to　it。

Audrey　
Sorry。　Is　everything　okay？　

COLIN　
I　think　I　broke　my　leg。　
He　tries　to　move　it　again。　

COLIN　
Oh！　

Audrey　
Do　not　move。　I'll　call　an　ambulance。　

She　scouts　looking　for　the　bag　phone。　A　weapon　drops　the　floor。　COLIN　looks　at　the　gun。　

Audrey　takes　a　gun　and　stick　in　the　bag　again。　She　opens　the　phone　and　dials　the　number　of　

emergency。　

s　is　the　movida　

Serena　concluded　that　the　only　way　to　repair　the　horrific　was　having　a　Christmas…New　Year　

truly　sensational；　and　the　best　way　to　ensure　this　was　to　give　his　own　party。　She　loved　

planning　parties　and　was　extremely　good　at　it；　but　it　was　Wednesday　and　only　had　three　and　a　

half　days　to　organize　everything。　Blair　would　not　help。　Was　isolated　in　a　room　with　the　

iBook；　a　package　of　cigarettes　and　an　espresso　machine　and　would　not　leave　until　we　finish　

the　script　I　was　writing　to　the　proposal　to　Yale。　Serena　was　always　delegating　tasks　better　

than　doing　everything　yourself；　then　who　should　call　unless　the　two　girls　who　so　desperately　

wanted　to　be　your　new　best　friends？　
…　Hello？　Kati？　It's　Serena。　
…　Hi！　
…　Look；　Isabel　is　there？　
…　Arrais。　
Of　course　it　was。　
…　Legal。　So　I　was　wondering　if　it　would　import　you　to　e　help　me　plan　my　New…Year's　Eve　

party。　I　kind　of　decided　at　the　last　minute　and　really　want　to　be　great；　but　I　am　with　

little　time。　
The　two　girls　were　speechless。　Then　began　to　screech　together。　
…　Oh　my　God！　Vai　to　be　the　best　party　of　all！　Do　not　worry；　we　will　get　there　quickly。　
And　here。　
Serena　came　to　the　door　using　a　pair　of　red　velvet　and　a　Juicy　Couture　camisetinha　with　a　

picture　of　a　snowman。　
…　Oh；　my　God；　you're　so　tanned　exultou　Isabel；　kissing　her　on　the　face。　
…　You　emagreceu？　…　Kati　said；　kissing　her　too。
As　Serena　needed　weight。　
The　eternal　gracious　host；　Serena　took　them　to　the　living　room　of　the　family's　huge　

apartment　in　Fifth　Avenue　overlooking　the　Metropolitan　Museum　of　Art　her　parents　were　to　

spend　the　holidays　and　Ridgefield　brother　was　in　Boston；　with　friends　of　college；　then　

Serena　had　an　apartment　just　for　her。　
Had　already　placed　several　blank　sheets　of　paper　in　the　huge　coffee　table　with　glass　top　and　

writing　them　headers：　Local。　Drink　/　Food。　Music　/　Sound。　Theme　/　Decoration　/　Lighting。　

Invitations。　List　of　Guests。　She　became　the　sheets　of　paper　for　Kati　and　Isabel。　
See　how　Serena　knew　delegate？　
…　You　were　the　organizing　mittee　of　the　party　in　Boca　Kiss　in　October；　is　not　it？　
They　are　based。　
…　Great。　Can　call　the　same　buffet　and　decorator　that　same　party？　
…　Of　course！　…　Isabel　bent　for　the　stock　market　looking　for　PalmPilot。　
…　And　we　need　to　find　a　legal　DJ　…　Serena　instructed。　
Kati　seemed　confused。　
…　It　is　not　the　45　that　will　play？　
Serena　blinked。　I　had　no　idea　where　Flow　would　spend　the　New　Year；　but　was　not　sure　that　he　

wanted　to　stay　in　pursuing　his　own　party。　
…　No；　actually　he　is　busy　writing　the　new　disc　…　she　lied。　…　A　DJ　is　better　anyway。　More　

variety。　
The　two　girls　seemed　disappointed。　
…　I　thought　we　could　use　this　list　of　guests　of　the　ball　Black…and…White　…　Serena　continued；　

taking　another　stack　of　paper　in　the　coffee　table。　…　Of　course　I　can　add　who　you　want。　
…　Flow　is　at　least？　
Serena　faltered。　If　that　was　not　going　to　say；　Kati　and　Isabel　probably　start　to　spread　

rumors　again；　about　the　engagement　of　Serena　and　Flow　was　over　and　blah　blah　blah。　And　it　

could　be　an　elegant　gesture　send　an　invitation　to　the　house　of　Flow　in　Malibu；　especially　

after　it　left　the　parrot　in　reception　of　the　resort　in　St。　Barts　and　returned　to　New　York　on　

the　morning　of　Christmas；　without　seeing　him　again。　It　was　as　if　he　really　was　the　party　

anyway。　
…　He　promised　me　he　would　…　she　said；　pointing　to　the　name　of　Flow　on　the　list。　
Without　thinking　about　doing　that；　Serena　went　to　thumb　through　the　list　until　the　U。S。　to　

make　sure　that　the　name　of　Aaron　Rose　was　there。　Aaron　just　back　from　St。　Barts　in　the　30th；　

but　she　hoped　it　was　the　party。　He　looked　so　sad　the　last　time　she　saw　him　she　wanted　to　do　

something　to　cheer　him。　
…　Should　I　take　care　of　the　invitations？　…　Kati　asked；　every　executive。　Nokia's　mobile　phone　

took　the　bag　Hervé　Chapelier　red。　…　Can　I　call　the　paper　right　now。　
…　Great　…　Serena　said。　…　And；　Isabel；　why　not　call　the　realtor　for　parties？　Tell　him　I　want　

a　big　loft　in　the　center　with　a　good　view　of　fireworks。　Preferably　with　a　deck。　
While　passing　the　list　of　invitees　to　Kati；　a　name　at　the　top　of　the　list　drew　attention　to　

Serena：　Nathaniel　Archibald。　Where　the　hell　andava　Nate；　indeed；　〃she　is　asked。　He　had　to　go　

to　her　party。　The　new…year　would　not　be　the　same　without　him。　
Nate　was　busy　opening　the　package　of　memories　of　Jenny；　which　was　not　a　simple　task；　since　

it　was　wrapped　in　a　layer　of　five　centimeters　of　magazines　for　teenagers　and　Scotch　tape。　

The　package　had　arrived　yesterday　afternoon；　but　somehow；　between　being　snowboarding　down　

the　mountain　with　Cadillac　John　and　Ryan　and　smoking　hashish　in　the　bathtub　of　a　girl　at　a　

party　in　Bar　Harbor；　he　simply　had　forgotten　to　open。　
The　only　clean　underwear　that　remained　in　the　drawer　of　Nate　was　that　Jenny　had　bought　for　

him　at　Barneys；　he　now　was　sitting　on　the　floor　using　the　samba…song　of　sailfish；　ripping　

the　pages　of　a　magazine　covering　box　of　Nike　shoes；　exactly　of　how　Jenny　had　imagined。　
He　raised　the　lid　of　the　box　and　looked　inside；　laughing　even　while　it　was　the　finger　in　the　

tinder…haired　Jenny。　Mandar　a　wick　of　hair　almost　seemed　that　Blair　would　do　something；　but　

it　probably　fill　with　perfume　first；　then　put　a　box　of　Tiffany's　silver…coated　red　velvet　

and　with　a　monogram　of　the　initials　of　Nate　or　something。　Nate　got　the　program　of　The　

Break…nuts　and　leaves。　Instead　of　remembering　five　days　before；　when　he　led　Jenny　to　see　the　

ballet　and　they　sat　in　the　front　row　of　the　balcony　at　the　New　York　State　Theater　of　Lincoln　

Center　hold　hands　while　the　army　of　nutcracker　toy　soldiers　in　the　fighting　the　mice　against　

the　evil　under　the　huge　Christmas　tree；　he　thought　the　last　time　they　took　Blair　to　see　the　

same　ballet。　
Blair　had　colic。　So　in　the　meantime；　Nate　managed　an　Advil　and　a　Perrier　for　her　with　the　

bartender　and　then　they　took　to　smoking　cigarettes　behind　the　counter。　They　were　kissing　and　

it　went　the　whole　second　act　there；　smoking；　kissing　and　watching　people　passing　by　the　

source　and　the　empty　Lincoln　Center。　Blair　was　wearing　a　coat　of　camel　hair　with　the　collar　

of　mink　in　which　Nate　liked　to　pull　his　face；　breathing　the　aroma　of　the　bination　of　

animal　skin；　the　scent　of　cigarette　smoke　and　Blair。　
From　the　top　of　the　dresser　Shaker　board　room　of　Nate　in　Mount　Desert；　the　phone　rang。　The　

phone　had　nine　messages；　all　with　the　number　of　Jenny；　and　Nate　had　not　been　concerned　with　

the　answer　either。　But　this　time　the　number　it　flashes　on　the　screen　was　different。　
Nate　laughed。　He　was　always　happy　to　hear　Serena。　
It　is；　as　all　the　guys　on　the　planet。　
…　And　then？　What　's　up？　
…　Natie？　…　The　voice　sounded　calm　in　your　ears。　…　I　was　wondering　when　am　I　gonna　see　you　

again。　Or　will　you；　so　kind；　to　stay　in　Maine　until　graduation？　
Nate　is　bent　and　picked　up　the　package　of　blueberry　Pop…Tarts　box　of　memories　of　Jenny。　

Opened　with　the　teeth　and　took　one　of　the　Pop…Tarts；　devouring　it　before　throwing　the　bag　

back　to　the　box。　
…　I　think　I　will　stay　longer　here　…　he　wanted　to　avoid　dealing　with　Jennifer　until　the　last　

minute。　Or　forever；　if　possible。　
…　But　I　will　give　a　party…New　Year's　…　Serena　said　a　voice　in　a　bad　mood。　…　Kati　and　Isabel　

are　here　now；　helping　me　to　plan。　The　theme　will　be　great　and　we　have　the　best　DJ；　and　a　

huge　deck　so　that　everyone　can　see　the　fireworks。　You　are　a　Mané　is　not　ing；　and　I　

promise　I　will　regret　fully。　
Nate　laughed。　The　party　seemed　legal。　Then　he　thought　of　something。　
…　Hey；　Where　to　Blair？　You　were　not　in　St。　Barts？　
…　Back　sooner　…　Serena　sighed。　…　Blair　on　this　side　and　a　nerd　working　on　the　proposal　to　

Yale。　
…　Ah　…　Nate　got　the　copy　of　Romeo　and　Juliet　and　spent　the　thumb　at　the　edge　of　the　pages　

full　of　ears。　Then　he　looked　for　cover；　a　classic　image　of　a　boy　and　a　girl　intertwined　in　a　

hug。　…　But　it　will　at　the　party；　right？　
…　Of　course；　silly　…　Serena　exclaimed。　…　It　is　not　as　well　nerd。　
…　OK　…　Nate　agreed；　still