gossip girl 10 英文- 第7部分

Blair　looked　down　at　her。　It　was　almost　like　looking　in　a　particularly　fucked…up　trick　mirror　at　a　
carnival。　？Yes；　I？m　aware；　thanks。？　

？I　just　thought；　you　know；　you　hold　hands　with　him；　I　tell　you；　you　know；　don？t　expect　anything　
to　happen；？　Ibiza　continued。　

？Why　would　I　expect　anything　to　happen？？　Blair　looked　blankly　at　Serena。　

？I　don？t　know。？　Serena　shrugged。　

？I　mean；　what　could　happen？？　Blair　smiled；　then　suddenly　tripped　spastically　forward。　Her　
still…untouched　deep…orange　cocktail　flew　at　Ibiza？s　chest。　She　grabbed　Serena？s　arm　to　steady　
herself；　which　caused　Serena？s　drink　to　spill　all　over　Svetlana？s　head。　

What　are　the　odds？　

The　crowd　clustered　around　the　quartet　gave　a　collective；　horrified　gasp　as　everything？the　white　
dresses；　the　white　pillows；　Svetlana？s　white…blond　hair？turned　a　deep　tangerine　color　right　before　
their　eyes。　

？Oh　goodness；　what　have　I　done？？　Blair　used　her　white…and…cream　striped　cocktail　napkin　to　dab　
delicately　at　the　front　of　Ibiza？s　dress。　

？Ees　ruined；　you　beetch。　Is　Versace！？　Ibiza　waved　her　away　irritably。　

？What　happened？？　Bailey　Winter　dashed　toward　them；　palms　pressed　against　his　cheeks　in　
dismay。　His　five　pugs　barked　uneasily　at　the　crowd。　？What？s　going　on？　Someone　spilled？　Oh　my　
word！　Mypillows！　？　

？They　do　this！？　barked　Ibiza；　the　tangerine　stain　spreading　across　her　hideous　formerly　white　
jumpsuit。　Between　the　stain　and　her　brassy　highlights　and　too…orange　tan；　she　was　beginning　to　
look　like　a　clementine…colored　Oompa　Loompa。　？They　do　on　purpose！？　

？We　better　go　get　some　towels。。。。？　Blair　backed　away　from　the　scene　and　into　the　


still…stunned…silent　crowd。　

？Towels。？　Serena　nodded　seriously。　She　pulled　at　her　own　white…blond　locks；　tying　the　ends　in　a　
knot　to　hold　them　in　place。　

？I　need　a　minute　alone；　please！？　Bailey　Winter　raised　his　hands　and　started　shooing。　？Everyone；　

please；　just　back　to　the　party。　Pretend　I？m　not　here。？　

That？s　right：　ignore　the　weeping　man　in　neon　argyle　surrounded　by　barking　dogs。　

？We？ll　give　you　a　minute。？　Blair　grabbed　Serena？s　hand　and　pulled　her　through　the　crowd　of　

men。　By　the　time　they　reached　the　lawn；　both　of　them　were　nearly　hysterical　with　giggles。　

？What　now？？　Serena　gasped。　？We　can？t　go　back　there。？　

Blair　dropped　her　crystal…cut　tumbler　to　the　ground；　where　it　landed　with　a　thud。　？Can　we　make　

it　over　this？？　She　stood　on　her　tiptoes　to　more　closely　examine　the　redwood　fence　that　separated　
the　Winter　estate　from　the　Archibald　residence。　

Of　course　you　can。　In　heels。　

？Definitely。？　Serena　placed　her　glass　on　the　spongy　grass　and　pulled　herself　up　onto　the　fence。　

Blair　followed　her；　easily　maneuvering　her　body　over　the　fence　and　landing　on　the　grassy　lawn　
beyond　it。　She　inspected　her　pale　yellow　dress？there　was　a　stain　across　the　bodice　from　where　
she？d　touched　the　fence。　？Bollocks；？　she　swore。　

No　pain；　no　gain。　

　？Blair？　Serena？？　

Blair　looked　up　from　her　ruined　dress　to　find　exactly　who　she？d　secretly　hoped　to　find　in　the　

Archibalds？　yard。　

？Hello；　Nate。？　She　tucked　her　hair　behind　her　ear　and　smiled。　

？I　heard　someone　scream。　I　thought　it　was　a　wild　animal　or　something。？　Nate　looked　dazed；　like　

he？d　been　napping。　

Or　smoking；　more　likely。　

？I　was　worried　about　you　guys；？　he　went　on。　

？That？s　sweet；？　Blair　cooed；　reaching　out　to　take　Serena？s　hand。　？Now　take　us　home。？　


？What　do　you　mean？？　Nate　blinked；　staring　at　them　like　he　was　still　trying　to　figure　out　if　they　
were　real　or　just　an　apparition。　？Home；here？　Of　course。　e　on　in？？　

？No；home！　？　Blair　and　Serena　shrieked　in　unison。　Then　they　took　off　running　across　the　perfectly　
trimmed　lawn　toward　the　driveway；　where　Nate？s　father？s　pride　and　joy；　a　hunter　green　Aston　
Martin　convertible；　sat　basking　in　the　cool　night　air。

　Road　trip！　

it？s　all　about　timing　

？Well；　well；　well；　look　what　the　hairless　cat　dragged　in。？　Chuck　Bass　slid　his　titanium　Christian　
Roth　sunglasses　down　his　nose　and　fired　a　crooked　smile　at　Vanessa。　She？d　barely　taken　two　steps　
into　Bailey　Winter？s　expansive　yard　before　Chuck　had　stepped　into　her　path　and　started　clucking　
at　her。　His　pet　snow　monkey；　Sweetie；　was　perched　on　his　shoulder；　wearing　a　sequined　sailor　
outfit；　bobbing　up　and　down　on　its　hind　legs　and　tugging　at　the　collar　of　Chuck？s　pale　pink　Hugo　
Boss　polo。　It　occurred　to　Vanessa　that　Sweetie　was　quite　possibly　using　it　as　toilet　paper。　

？Oh；　hey；　Chuck。？　She　vaguely　remembered　that　this　guy　was　bad　news？Dan　didn？t　like　him　for　
some　reason；　and　she？d　heard　people　gossip　about　him；　although　you　couldn？t　ever　really　trust　
that。　

Is　that　a　fact？　

？You　just　missed　the　show；　honey。？　Chuck　popped　his　polo　collar　back　into　place　and　smiled　
insinuatingly。　？Blair　and　Serena；　up　to　their　old　tricks。？　

？Thank　God　they？re　here。？　Vanessa　released　an　audible　sigh　of　relief。　After　all；　she？d　e　
specifically　to　see　them；　following　a　hot　tip　from　the　nanny　next　door；　a　svelte　Irish　girl　named　
Siobhan　who；　despite　being　a　servant　like　Vanessa；　seemed　to　be　at　the　center　of　the　Hamptons　
social　scene。　She　felt　moderately　self…conscious　about　her　outfit？　actual　black　capri　pants　that　she　
hadn？t　just　cut　off　herself　and　a　simple　black　cotton　shell　she？d　bought　at　Club　Monaco　just　
before　leaving　for　Amagansett？but　she　figured　it　would　be　okay　since　her　friends　were　here。　

？Theywere；　darling。？　Chuck　was　distractedly　checking　his　text　messages。　？You　totally　missed　it。　
Hurricane　Blair　left　some　real　damage　in　her　wake。？　

Behind　him　the　scene　was　pandemonium：　a　deeply　tanned　near…midget　was　kneeling　by　the　edge　
of　the　swimming　pool　crying　hysterically；　while　a　thick　crowd　of　gorgeous　gay　men　moved　further　
and　further　away　from　him。　Standing　nearby；　in　the　middle　of　some　orange…splattered　white　


pillows；　were　two　very　familiar　girls。　？But　isn？t　that？？　

？Blair　and　Serena？　Don？t　be　fooled；　darling。　Total　impostors。　Look　closely。？　Chuck　went　back　to　
texting　in　his　BlackBerry。　

Vanessa　looked　again　and　realized　that　Chuck　was　right？the　brunette　and　blonde　she？d　first　taken　
for　Blair　and　Serena　were　not　quite　as　pretty　or　healthy…looking　as　the　originals。　The　fact　that　their　
once…white　outfits　were　both　marred　by　sloppy；　barfy…looking　stains　further　cemented　it。　She　
squinted　at　them；　realizing　they　were　the　faux　versions　she？d　seen　on　the　beach　only　hours　before。　

Just　what　she　needed？a　reminder　of　her　horrible　after…noon　with　the　terror　twins。　The　rest　of　their　
time　at　the　beach　had　been　uneventful　enough；　but　the　moment　they　returned　to　the　house；　Ms。　
Morgan　had　dug　into　her　about　what　SPF　she？d　used　on　the　boys；　what　books　they？d　read；　and　
how　she？d　really　prefer　Vanessa　not　ruin　their　dinner　with　Cheez…Its。　Vanessa　had　nodded　patiently；　
then　raced　to　her　upstairs　room　and　quickly　changed　into　something　relatively　presentable。　Then　
she？d　dashed　out　of　the　house　and　into　the　night；　refusing　to　let　the　minor　fact　that　she　didn？t　have　
either　a　driver？s　license　or　a　car　get　in　her　way。　She？d　grabbed　one　of　the　twins？　tiny　bicycles　
from　the　hook　from　which　it　was　suspended　and　pedaled　toward　civilization；　figuring　that　it　would　
only　be　a　matter　of　time　before　she　came　across　someone　who　could　direct　her　to　where　Blair　and　
Serena　might　be。　Luckily；　she？d　bumped　into　Siobhan　after　about　one　block。　

？Do　you　know　where　they　went？？　Vanessa　turned　to　see　Chuck　Bass　disappearing　into　the　crowd；　
his　hand　raised　high　above　his　head　to　avoid　spilling　his　drink。　

Great。　No　Blair；　no　Serena；　and　now；　no　Chuck。　Vanessa　had　a　vision　of　herself　alone；　shivering　
on　the　beach；　trying　to　avoid　the　perverts　and　murderous　models。　

Just　another　night　in　East　Hampton。　

Well；　there？s　only　one　cure　for　a　lonely　night；　Vanessa　reasoned　as　she　dove　into　the　crowd；　
slipping　through　a　trio　of　shirtless　musclemen；　making　a　beeline　for？where　else？？　the　bar。　

？Vodka　martini。？　She　smiled　at　the　bartender；　giving　him　her　best　yes…I？m…on…the…guest…list　look。　
She　almost　never　drank；　but　holding　a　martini　might　give　her　a　new　outlook　on　life。　

The　bartender　went　right　to　work　and　smoothly　handed　over　a　glass。　Clutching　the　stem；　Vanessa　
turned　back　into　the　crowd；　unsure　who　to　talk　to。　There　was　Chuck；　laughing　as　he　made　small　
talk　with　a　very　tall　man；　and　there　were　the　two　impostors　from　the　beach；　frowning　and　
pathetically　dabbing　at　their　stained　outfits　with　damp　napkins。　

　Tough　choice。　

Vanessa　wove　through　a　thicket　of　linen…pants…clad　types；　heading　toward　the　edge　of　the　
pool。　？We　meet　again；？　she　offered　by　way　of　introduction。　？I？m　Vanessa。？　


The　blond　girl　stared　at　her　dumbly　through　her　tear…blurred　slightly　crossed　eyes。　

？You　again。？　The　faux　Blair　glared　at　her。　？We　must　go　change。？　The　girl　grabbed　her　friend？s　
hand　and　started　walking　away　from　Vanessa。　？Maybe　you　should　also　change。？　

Vanessa　resisted　the　urge　to　pitch　her　drink　at　the　girl？s　bucktoothed　face。　

Sliding　off　her　flip…flops；　she　took　a　seat　and　dangled　her　feet　into　the　aqua…colored　water。　She　
sipped　her　martini　nervously；　trying　to　drink　her　way　through　that　horrible　
I？m…at…a…party…and…no…one…is…talking…to…me　shame。　Then　she　glanced　at　her　watch；　fiddled　with　
her　outfit；　and　stared　at　the　placid　surface　of　the　swimming　pool；　pretending　to　be　engrossed　in　
each　task。　

？Yooo…hooo。　Excuse　me；　dear。？　

Had　someone　called　security？　

Vanessa　turned　oh…so…casually　to　e　face…to…face　with　Bailey　Winter　himself；　the　gaytastic　
designer　she？d　crossed　paths　with　on　the　set　ofBreakfast　at　Fred？s　the　day　before　she　was　
exmunicated；　and　the　host　of　the　party　she　just　happened　to　be　crashing。　

？Hi！？　She　smiled　enthusiastically；　hoping　to　make　him　forget　he　hadn？t　invited　her　to　his　soir？e。　

？Oh　dear。？　The　designer　produced　a　floral…printed　silk　hankie　from　the　breast　pocket　of　his　navy　
blue　linen　blazer　and　dabbed　at　his　red　eyes　with　the　tip　of　it。　？I？m　all　at　sixes　and　sevens。　My　
cushions；　you　see？they？re　ruined。？　

Vanessa　frowned　at　the　booze…stained　ivory　cushions　perched　at　the　edge　of　the　pool。　？That？s　too　
bad。？　

？Oh；　every　cloud　has　a　silver　lining；　honey；？　he　announced　d