gossip girl 4 英文-第14章

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to　e　to　Les　Best？s　show　instead　of　Jedediah　Angel？s；　which　was　happening　downtown　at　
exactly　the　same　time。　

？Look；　there？s　Flow　from　45！？　Sonny　squealed。　？He？s　such　agod　。　And　there？s　Christina　Ricci。　
My　mom　just　got　a　huge　order　from　her。？　

As　Chuck　gazed　around　the　room；　looking　for　more　celebs　and　trying　to　be　seen　himself；　he　
spotted　Blair　about　ten　seats　down　in　the　third　row。　He　blew　her　a　kiss　and　she　smirked　back。　

？Why　are　we　here　again？？　Blair　yawned　to　Aaron。　Even　though　she　was　pletely　annoyed　
with　Serena　these　days；　she？d　decided　to　e　to　the　show　to　see　if　any　of　Les　Best？s　autumn　
collection　suited　her　new　image。　Now　that　she　was　packed　into　the　hot；　crowded　tent　with　its　
overly　loud　music　and　overwhelming　perfume　stench　like　a　twelve…year…old　with　a　general　
admission　ticket　at　a　45　concert；　she　honestly　couldn？t　give　two　fucks　about　the　clothes　or　that　
Serena　was　the　star　of　the　show。　It　was　all　Serena　needed　to　prove　that　she　really　was　the　center　of　
the　universe。　

Blair　didn？t　need　to　hang　out　with　gorgeous　models　and　camp　fashion　designers；　anyway。　She　
was　going　to　Yale；　the　premier　institution　of　higher　learning　in　the　entire　world；and　she　was　going　
to　be　asked　outvery　soon　by　a　classy　older　man。　She　felt　extremely　acplished　for　someone　so　
young。　The　noise　and　glitz　of　Fashion　Week　seemed　less　alluring　now　that　her　own　life　was　
so　。　。　。stimulating　。　Plus　they　were　seated　in　the　third　row；　which　was　a　major　insult　when　she？d　
always　been　seated　in　the　first　or　second　row　at　every　other　show　she？d　ever　been　to。　

？I？m　honestly　not　sure　why　I？m　here；？　Aaron　answered　grumpily。　He　unzipped　the　bright　green　


Les　Best　golfing　jacket　Serena　had　given　him　and　then　zipped　it　up　again。　The　jacket　was　made　of　
stiff　cotton　canvas　that　made　a　loud；　swishy　sound　when　he　moved。　It　was　way　too　flashy　for　his　
taste；　but　he？d　kept　it　on　because　Serena　had　insisted　that　he　couldn？t　e　to　a　fashion　show　and　
sit　in　the　third　row　without　wearing　an　article　of　the　designer？s　clothing。　Aaron　liked　the　buzzy　
vibe　of　the　fashion　show。　It　was　like　being　at　a　rock　concert。　But　it　was　just　so　bogus　that　they　
were　all　gathered　there　to　look　at　。　。　。clothes　。　

Outside　the　snow　had　been　falling　steadily　on　the　brightly　lit　city　for　over　two　hours。　Blair　could　
just　imagine　how　insane　it　was　going　to　be　to　find　a　cab　home　later　that　night；　with　everyone　
totally　underdressed；　totally　buzzed；　and　all　thinking　they　deserved　the　next　available　ride。　She　
kicked　the　back　of　Nicky　Hilton？s　chair　with　her　black　patent　leather　Les　Best　flats　and　yawned　
for　the　fiftieth　time。　While　her　mouth　was　still　stretched　open　in　full　yawn；　the　lights　suddenly　
dimmed　and　the　music　stopped。　The　show　was　about　to　begin。　

The　collection　being　shown　was　for　next　fall；　and　the　theme　was　Little　Red　Riding　Hood。　The　
stage　was　decorated　like　a　fairy　tale　forest；　with　dark　brown　velvet　tree　trunks　and　low　branches　
covered　in　glittering　emerald　green　silk　leaves。　Fluttery　flute　music　began　to　play；　and　suddenly　
Serena　skipped　onstage　wearing　her　gray　pleated　Constance　Billard　

School　uniform　skirt；　red　suede　over…the…knee　boots；　and　a　little　red　wool　minicape　tied　at　the　
neck。　Under　the　cape　she　was　wearing　her　own　white　baby　tee　with　I　LOVEAARONemblazoned　
in　black　across　the　chest。　Her　long　blond　hair　was　done　in　pigtails；　and　her　face　was　free　of　
makeup；　except　for　her　lips；　which　were　painted　a　bright；　thrilling　red。　Serena　walked　the　runway　
with　easy　confidence；　flouncing　her　pleated　uniform　skirt；　twirling　around；　and　then　pausing　for　
the　cameras　like　she？d　been　doing　it　for　years。　

Who　is　she？A　hundred　gossip…starved　voices　murmured　at　once。And　who　is　Aaron？　

Blair　rolled　her　eyes；　even　more　bored　and　annoyed　now　that　the　show　was　under　way。　

？Who？s　Aaron？？　Sonny　whined　to　Chuck　Bass。　

？The　fuck　if　I　know；？　Chuck　answered　back。　

？Is　that　supposed　to　be　Aaron　Sorkin？　You　know；　the　television　writer？？　a　bewildered　
fur…wearingVogue　editor　asked　her　neighbor。　

？Whoever　he　is；　he？s　one　lucky　dude；？　said　a　photographer。　

？I　heard　he　dumped　her。　I　guess　she？s　trying　to　win　him　back；？　Isabel　snickered　to　Kati。　

？Well；　don？t　look　now；　but　I　think　that？s　him；　and　he　looks　pissed；？　Kati　hissed　back。　Both　girls　
turned　to　stare。　


Serena　blew　Aaron　a　kiss　from　the　runway；　but　Aaron　was　too　busy　feeling　hot　and　embarrassed　
about　her　T…shirt　to　even　notice。　He？d　thought　Serena　would　be　nervous　walking　the　runway　with　
all　those　supermodels。　He？d　thought　she？d　need　his　moral　support；　but　it　was　pretty　obvious　she　
was　having　the　time　of　her　life。　She　probably　got　a　thrill　out　of　hearing　everyone　in　the　tent　
whispering　her　name。　Not　him。　Sure；　he　wanted　to　be　famous？a　famousrock　star　。　Not　famous　for　
being　the　boy　on　Serena？s　I　LOVEAARONT…shirt。　

He　reached　in　his　coat　pocket　and　pulled　out　his　half…empty　tin　of　herbal　cigarettes。　Before　he　
could　even　open　the　tin；　a　security　guard　put　his　hand　on　his　shoulder。　

？No　smoking　in　the　tents；　sir。？　

Fuck　this；Aaron　mumbled　under　his　breath。　But　he　couldn？t　just　get　up　and　leave　while　Serena　
was　still　onstage。　He　glanced　at　Blair　in　the　seat　next　to　him。　She　was　biting　her　lip　and　clutching　
her　stomach　like　she　had　gas　or　something。　

Blair　wanted　to　cover　her　diamond…studded　ears　to　block　out　the　sound　of　everyone　whispering　
Serena？s　name。Those　eyes！　Those　legs！　That　fantastic　hair！　It　was　pletely　nauseating；　and　the　
after…party　was　bound　to　be　just　more　of　the　same。　As　soon　as　Serena　skipped　down　the　runway　
path　marked　TOGRANDMOTHER？SHOUSEand　off　the　stage　to　change　outfits；　Blair　stood　up　to　
go。　

？I　think　I？m　going　to　take　off　before　the　snow　gets　too　fucking　deep；？　she　announced　to　Aaron。　

？Yeah？？　Aaron　jumped　to　his　feet。　？I？ll　help　you　find　a　cab。？　Serena　didn？t　need　him　around。　
She？d　probably　be　so　surrounded　by　admirers　during　the　after…party；　he　wouldn？t　even　get　a　
chance　to　see　her。　She　wouldn？t　mind　if　he　just　quietly　took　off。　

Outside　in　Bryant　Park　the　snow　was　already　ankle　deep。　The　lion　statues　on　the　steps　of　the　
public　library　looked　even　larger　and　more　menacing　blanketed　in　white。　

？Think　I？ll　just　hop　a　train　up　to　Scarsdale；？　Aaron　said；　referring　to　the　Westchester　suburb　
where　he？d　lived　with　his　mom　before　deciding　to　move　in　with　his　dad？s　new　family　in　the　city　
last　fall。　He　flicked　open　his　Zippo　and　lit　an　herbal　cigarette。　？My　buddies　and　I　always　get　
together　out　on　the　golf　course　when　there？s　a　big　storm　like　this。　It？s　a　good　time。？　

？Sounds　like　a　fucking　blast；？　Blair　replied　disinterestedly。　

Fat；　frozen　flakes　of　snow　landed　on　her　mascara…coated　lashes　and　she　squinted　her　eyes；　
burying　her　hands　in　her　black　cashmere　Les　Best　evening　coat　pockets　as　she　searched　for　a　
cab。Fuck；　it　was　freezing。　

？Want　to　e　with　me？？　Aaron　offered；　even　though　Blair　had　been　a　total　bitch　lately。　They　
were　still　stepbrother　and　stepsister？they　could　at　least　try　to　be　friends。　


Blair　grimaced。　？No；　thanks。　I？m　going　to　call　this　man　I　met。　See　if　he　wants　to　meet　me　
somewhere　for　a　drink　or　something。？　She　loved　how　the　wordman　sounded　so　much　more　
sophisticated　thanguy　。　

？Whatman　？？　Aaron　asked　suspiciously。　？Not　that　old　dude　from　Yale　you　were　with　last　night？？　

Blair　stamped　her　feet　to　keep　her　toes　from　getting　frostbitten　inside　her　
totally…wrong…for…the…weather　Les　Best　Mary　Janes。　Why　did　Aaron　always　have　to　act　so　
infuriatingly　superior？　？First　of　all；　I　could　be　meeting　someone　else。　Second　of　all；　what　do　you　
care　anyway？　And　third　of　all；　if　it　is　him；　sowhat　？？　She　flung　her　hand　in　the　air　and　waved　it　
impatiently。　It　was　only　nine。　Where　the　hell　were　all　the　fucking　cabs？　

Aaron　shrugged。　？I　don？t　know。　I？m　just　guessing　he？s　like　some　big　investment　banker　who　
gives　lots　of　cash　to　Yale；　and　you？re　flirting　with　him　or　whatever　because　you　want　to　get　in　so　
badly。　Which　is　pretty　lame　if　you　ask　me。？　

？Actually；　I　didn？t　ask；？　Blair　snapped　back。　？But　maybe　Ishould　listen　to　Mr。　
Accepted…Early…At…Harvard…Even…Though…All…I…Do…Is…Sit…Around…In…My…Underwear…Drinking…B　
eer…And…Pretending…I…Play…In…A…Really…Cool…Band…Which…Actually…Sucks；　since　you　obviously　
know　everything。？　A　taxi　screeched　to　a　stop　at　the　corner　of　Forty…third　Street　to　let　someone　out。　
Blair　made　a　dash　for　it。　？Don？t　fucking　make　judgments　about　something　

you　know　nothing　about！？　she　shouted　at　Aaron；　before　jumping　

into　the　cab　and　pulling　the　door　shut。　

Aaron　shivered　in　his　thin　cotton　jacket　and　hunched　his　shoulders　into　the　bitter　wind　as　he　
walked　east　on　Forty…second　Street　to　Grand　Central　Station。　It　would　be　good　to　just　hang　with　
the　guys　for　a　change。　Women　were　a　monumental　pain　in　his　vegan　ass。　

But　we？re　oh；　so　worth　it？right？　

way　better　than　naked　

Dan　tried　not　to　stare　at　the　models　as　they　came　out　onto　the　runway　during　the　Better　Than　
Naked　show　wearing　only　pleated　brown　corduroy　miniskirts　with　no　tops　on　at　all。　Their　skirts　
were　so　short　he　could　even　see　the　frilly　white　panties　they　were　wearing　underneath；　which　
happened　to　be　little　girls？　vintag