gossip girl 4 英文-第10章

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school。　They　said　he　almost　had　to　go　tojail　because　he　was　caught　dealing　to　some　
twelve…year…olds　in　the　park。　His　dad　had　to　go　down　to　the　police　station　and　bail　him　out；　but　he　
still　has　to　go　torehab　。　Weren？t　you　guys　kind　oftogether　for　a　little　while？　Did　you　hear　about　
this？　Isn？t　it　crazy？？　

Jenny　hadn？t　heard；　and　she　wasn？t　quite　sure　how　she　felt　about　it。　Nate　had　pretty　much　blown　
her　off　pletely　in　the　end；　brushing　her　away　like　a　pesky　fly；　so　she　guessed　he？d　gotten　what　
he　deserved。　Besides；　Nate　seemed　like　the　type　of　guy　who　would　always　rise　to　the　top　again；　
unscathed。　Why　should　she　waste　any　more　time　worrying　or　eventhinking　about　him？　She　
watched　Elise　struggle　with　the　copper　buttons　on　her　jeans。　They　were　perfect　everywhere　else；　
but　the　waist　was　so　tight　there　was　no　way　she？d　ever　be　able　to　sit　down　in　them。　？Why　don？t　
you　just　try　the　next　size　up？？　

Elise　squinted　her　hard　blue　eyes　stubbornly。　She　did　that　kind　of　a　lot；　causing　Jenny　to　wonder　
if　she　needed　glasses。　？Because；　Miss　Size　Zero；　I？m　a　size　seven；　not　a　size　nine。　Pass　me　another　
pair；　and　stop　staring　at　my　fat。？　

？I？m　not；？　Jenny　insisted；　handing　her　a　stretchy　pair　of　Lei　jeans　that　were　a　little　too　distressed；　
with　frayed　cuffs　and　holes　in　the　pockets；　but　with　a　wide；　low　waist　that　looked　like　it　might　
actually　sit　nicely　on　Elise？s　hips。　？And　it？s　not　like　anyone　has　to　know　what　size　you　are。　I　
won？t　tell。？　Jenny　immediately　thought　of　her　own　size　issue。　She　hadn？t　planned　on　inviting　
Elise　into　the　dressing　room　with　her　when　she　tried　on　bras。　Sure；　they　were　being　close　
friends；　but　was　it　really　necessary　for　Elise　to　know　that　she　wasn？t　just　a　D　cup；　but　adouble　D？　
Still；　it　seemed　mean　not　to　reciprocate　when　Elise　had　invited　her　to　help　try　on　jeans。　

Elise　wrinkled　up　her　nose　at　the　Leis。　？Those　are　way　too　fake　looking。？　

？So　what　do　you　want　to　do？？　Jenny　asked；　tossing　the　jeans　on　the　bench　in　the　back　of　the　
narrow　dressing　room。　

Elise　buttoned　up　her　uniform　and　slid　her　feet　into　her　prissy　black　flats。　It　amazed　Jenny　how　
neat…and…sweet…little…school…girl　Elise　appeared　until　you　got　to　know　her。　


？I？m　keeping　the　Sevens。　I　know　they　don？t　fit　now；　but　I？m　planning　to　lose　ten　pounds　before　
the　end　of　the　year。　Andyou？re　going　to　help　me。？　

Jenny　nodded。　It　wasn？t　like　she　didn？t　ever　buy　stuff　that　was　too　small。　

Yes；　it？s　calledaspirational　shopping。　Every　girl　with　ambition　does　it。　

The　dressing　rooms　in　the　lingerie　department　were　dirty；　cramped；　and　badly　lit。　With　her　back　
to　Elise；　Jenny　pulled　her　cornflower　blue　V…neck　J。　Crew　sweater　over　her　head　and　threw　it　on　
the　stool　in　the　corner。　Then　she　pulled　her　white　Gap　T…shirt　off　and　dropped　it　on　the　floor；　
crossing　her　arms　over　her　breasts　self…consciously。　

？Which　one　do　you　want　to　try　on　first？？　Elise　asked；　sorting　through　the　plastic　hangers　that　
Jenny　had　hastily　snatched　up　with　businesslike　efficiency。　？The　lacy　black　one　with　the　funky　
clasp　or　the　fy　white　cotton　one　with　the　extrawide　straps？？　

？Just　hand　me　the　black　one；？　Jenny　mumbled；　reaching　behind　her　to　retrieve　the　bra。　She　
unhooked　the　ugly　beige　supersupportive　Bali　bra　she　was　wearing　and　let　it　fall　to　the　floor；　
fumbling　with　the　black　bra　while　trying　to　keep　the　insides　of　her　elbows　pressed　against　her　
ribcage　to　cover　herself。　The　straps　on　the　black　bra　were　shortened　all　the　way；　and　the　clasp　was　
a　strange　gold　metal　contraption　instead　of　the　normal　hook　and　eye。　Jenny　glanced　up　to　find　
Elise　watching　her　in　the　mirror。　The　dressing　room　had　mirrors　on　three　sides；　so　it　wasn？t　like　
Jenny　was　really　achieving　anything　by　turning　her　back。　

？Want　some　help？？　Elise　took　a　step　forward。　

Jenny？s　back　was　rigid。　She　could　pretty　much　forget　about　being　modest。　Elise　was　going　to　see　
her　boobs　no　matter　what。　She　let　her　arms　drop　and　turned　around；　full　frontal。　？Help　me　loosen　
the　straps？？　she　asked；　trying　to　sound　nonchalant。　She　handed　Elise　the　bra；　her　breasts　hanging　
in　front　of　her　like　fully　risen　loaves　of　sourdough　bread。　She　had　to　admit　it　felt　slightly　liberating。　
Slightly　liberating　and　totally　embarrassing。　

Elise　set　to　work　adjusting　the　bra；　not　even　trying　to　hide　the　fact　that　she　was　staring　at　Jenny？s　
boobs　at　the　same　time。　？Wow。　They　reallyare　big；？　she　observed。　？How　can　you　be　so　tiny　and　
have　such　big　bobos？？　

Jenny　put　her　hands　on　her　hips　and　stared　back　at　Elise；　trying　to　e　up　with　a　smart　retort；　
but　instead　she　burst　out　laughing。　？Bobos？？　she　giggled。　

Elise　blushed　and　handed　Jenny　back　the　bra。　？I？ve　always　called　them　that。　Ever　since　I　was　
little。？　

Jenny　slid　the　straps　over　her　arms　and　then　turned　around。　？Can　you　figure　out　the　clasp？？　Elise　


hooked　it　closed　and　Jenny　turned　around　again。　The　bra　had　great　support；　but　her　boobs　were　
pressed　so　close　together；　her　cleavage　was　a　mile　deep。　Elise　was　still　staring。　？Do　you　think　it？s　
too　slutty？？　Jenny　asked。　She　giggled。　？I　mean；　this　kind　of　makes　my　bobos　look　even　bigger。？　

Elise　had　stopped　blinking；　which　was　what　she　always　did　when　she　was　distracted。　？You　know　
when　you　asked　me　what　I　wrote　about　today　in　creative　writing？？　she　asked。　Jenny　nodded　and　
turned　around　so　Elise　could　unhook　the　bra。　？Well；　that？s　what　I　wrote　about。　Your　bobos。？　

Jenny？s　back　went　rigid　again。　If　a　guy　told　you　he？d　written　about　your　breasts；　you　pretty　
much　knew　he　was　either　hitting　on　you　or　he　was　a　pervert。　But　since　Elise　was　a　girl　and　her　
friend；　Jenny　wasn？t　sure　how　to　feel　about　it。　

？I　think　I？m　done；？　she　said　quickly。　She　picked　her　old　bra　up　off　the　floor　and　slipped　it　
on。　？I？m　going　to　buy　the　black　one。？　

They？d　brought　eight　bras　into　the　dressing　room　but　Jenny　had　only　tried　on　one。　？Are　you　sure　
you　don？t　want　to　try　some　of　the　others？？　Elise　asked。　

Jenny　pulled　on　her　T…shirt　and　tucked　her　sweater　under　her　arm。　The　tiny　dressing　room　
suddenly　felt　extremely　claustrophobic。　？Nah；？　she　answered；　yanking　aside　the　black　curtain　and　
stepping　back　into　the　main　room　of　the　lingerie　department；　which　of　course　was　wall…to…wall　
bras。　It　would　be　nice　to　go　someplace　where　breasts　weren？t　the　main　focus　of　everyone？s　
attention。　

　Like　another　planet？　

a　very　different　kind　of　homework　

？So　what　do　you　want　to　film　first？？　Daniel　Humphrey　asked　his　best　friend　and　girlfriend　of　six　
weeks；　Vanessa　Abrams。　Dan　attended　renowned　Upper　West　Side　boys　school　Riverside　Prep；　
while　Vanessa　attended　Constance　Billard；　but　they　had　gotten　permission　to　collaborate　on　a　
special　senior　project　calledMaking　Poetry　。　Vanessa；　a　budding　film　director；　was　going　to　film　
Dan；　a　budding　poet　and　occasional　star　of　Vanessa？s　films；　writing　and　revising　his　poems。　

Not　exactly　box…office…smash　material；　but　Dan　was　so　cute　in　a　scruffy；　rumpled；　
angst…ridden…artist　sort　of　way　that　people　would　probably　want　to　see　it　anyway。　

？Just　sit　down　at　your　desk　and　write　something　in　one　of　those　black　notebooks　like　you　always　
do；？　Vanessa　instructed；　peering　through　the　lens　of　her　digital　video　camera　to　see　if　the　light　was　
okay。　？Can　you　clear　some　of　that　shit　off　your　desk？？　


Dan　swept　his　arm　over　the　desk　and　sent　pens；　paper　clips；　scraps　of　paper；　rubber　bands；　books；　
empty　packs　of　unfiltered　Camels；　matchbooks；　and　empty　Coke　cans　crashing　to　the　
brown…carpeted　floor。　They　were　filming　in　Dan？s　room　because　that　was　where　he　usually　
worked。　Besides；　it　was　a　straight　shot　through　the　park　from　Constance　Billard　on　East　
Ninety…third　Street　between　Fifth　and　Madison　to　Dan？s　apartment　building　on　West　Ninety…ninth　
Street　and　West　End　Avenue。　

？And　maybe　take　your　shirt　off；　too；？　Vanessa　suggested。Making　Poetry　was　going　to　be　about　
the　artistic　process；　illustrating　that　whatdoesn？t　go　into　the　work　is　just　as　important　as　what　does。　
There　would　be　lots　of　shots　of　Dan　crumpling　up　paper　and　throwing　it　angrily　across　the　room。　
Vanessa　wanted　to　show　that　writing？or　creating　anything；　for　that　matter？wasn？t　just　a　mental　
exercise：　it　wasphysical　。　Plus；　Dan　had　these　great　little　muscles　in　his　back　that　she　couldn？t　wait　
to　get　on　film。　

Dan　stood　up　and　peeled　off　his　plain　black　T…shirt；　tossing　it　onto　his　unmade　bed　where　the　
Humphreys？　fat　old　cat；　Marx；　lay　asleep　on　his　back　like　a　furry　beached　whale。　Everything　
about　the　apartment　Dan　shared　with　his　father；　Rufus；　an　editor　of　lesser…known　Beat　poets；　and　
his　little　sister；　Jenny；　was　unmade；　falling　apart；　or　at　the　very　least　pletely　covered　with　cat　
hair　and　dust　bunnies。　It　was　a　large；　bright；　high…ceilinged　apartment；　but　it　hadn？t　been　properly　
cleaned　in　twenty　years；　and　the　crumbling　walls　were　gasping　for　a　new　coat　of　paint。　Dan　and　
his　father　and　sister　rarely　threw　anything　away；　either；　so　the　sagging　furniture　and　scratched　
wooden　floors　were　strewn　with　old　newspapers　and　magazines；　out…of…print　books；　inplete　
decks　of　cards；　used　batteries；　and　unsharpened　pencils。　It　was　the　kind　of　place　where　your　coffee　
got　cat　hair　in　it　the　minute　you