gossip girl 4 英文-第24章

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she　finds　out　she？s　into　Yale。？　


waspoid　prince　tries　to　score　

When　last…period　French　was　finally　over；　Nate　Archibald　bid　a　hasty？　demain　to　his　St。　Jude？s　
School　classmates　and　hurried　up　Madison　Avenue　to　the　pizza　place　on　the　corner　of　Eighty…sixth　
Street；　the　workplace　of　his　dependable　pot　dealer；　Mitchell。　Lucky　for　Nate；　St。　Jude？s　was　the　
oldest　boys？　school　in　Manhattan　and　had　kept　its　tradition　of　ending　the　school　day　at　2P。M。　for　
both　lower…　and　upper…school　boys；　even　though　most　of　the　other　city　schools　let　out　at　4P。M。　The　
school？s　reasoning　was　that　it　gave　the　boys　extra　time　to　play　sports　and　do　the　copious　amounts　
of　homework　they　were　sent　home　with　every　afternoon。　It　also　gave　them　plenty　of　time　to　kick　
back　and　get　high　before；　during；　andafter　they　played　sports　and　did　their　homework。　

The　last　time　Nate　had　seen　Mitchell；　the　wisecracking　Kangol　hat？wearing　dealer　had　said　he？d　
be　moving　back　home　to　Amsterdam　very　soon。　Today　was　Nate？s　last　chance　to　score　the　biggest　
bag　of　sweet；　Peruvian…grown　weed　Mitchell　could　provide。　Blair　had　always　plained　about　
Nate？s　pot…smoking　when　they　were　together；　whining　about　how　boring　it　was　to　watch　him　
staring　at　the　Persian　rug　on　her　bedroom　floor　for　ten　minutes　when　they　could　have　been　fooling　
around　or　at　a　party　somewhere。　Nate　had　always　maintained　that　his　pot…smoking　was　a　mere　
indulgence；　like　eating　chocolate？something　he　could　give　up　any　time。　And　just　to　prove　it？not　
that　heneeded　to　prove　anything　to　Blair　anymore？he　was　going　to　go　cold　turkey　after　he？d　
smoked　every　last　leaf　of　pot　from　the　giant　bag　he　was　going　to　buy　today。　If　he　were　careful；　he　
could　make　the　bag　last　a　good　eight　weeks。　Until　then　he　preferred　not　to　eventhink　about　
quitting。　

？Two　plain　slices；？　Nate　told　the　gangly；　balding　pizza　chef　wearing　a　bright　purple　WELE　
TOLOSERVILLET…shirt。　He　rested　his　elbows　on　the　pizza　joint？s　red　linoleum　counter…top；　
nudging　aside　plastic　containers　filled　with　garlic　salt；　red　pepper　flakes；　and　oregano。　？Where？s　
Mitchell？？　

Mitchell？s　little　side　business　was　no　secret　in　the　pizza　parlor。　The　pizza　chef　raised　his　bushy　
black　eyebrows。　His　name　might　actually　have　been　Ray；　but　even　after　years　of　buying　pizza　and　
pot　there　Nate　still　wasn？t　sure。　？Mitchell？s　gone　already。　You　missed　him。？　

Nate　patted　the　back　pocket　of　his　khakis；　where　he？d　shoved　his　bulging　Coach　wallet；　a　sour　
lump　of　panic　rising　in　his　throat。　Of　course　he　wasn？taddicted　；　but　he　didn？t　like　being　stuck　
without　any　weed　at　all　when　he？d　been　planning　to　roll　a　nice　big　fatty　to　while　away　the　
afternoon。　And　tomorrow　afternoon；　and　the　day　after　that　。　。　。　

？What？　You　mean　he　left　for　Amsterdam　already？？　

Ray？or　maybe　it　was　Roy？pulled　open　the　shiny　chrome　door　of　the　pizza　oven　and　in　one　expert　
motion　slipped　two　hot　slices　onto　a　double　layer　of　paper　plates　and　slid　them　across　the　counter　
in　Nate？s　direction。　？Sorry；　buddy；？　he　said　only　half　sympathetically。　？But　from　now　on　we　sell　
pizza　and　soda　andonly　pizza　and　soda。　Got　it？？　


Nate　picked　up　the　plate　of　pizza　and　then　put　it　down　on　the　counter　again。　He　couldn？t　believe　
his　bad　luck。　He　pulled　out　his　wallet　and　removed　a　ten…dollar　bill　from　the　fat　wad　inside。　？Keep　
the　change；？　he　muttered；　dropping　the　bill　on　the　counter　before　leaving　with　his　pizza。　

Out　on　the　street；　he　wandered　aimlessly　toward　the　park；　feeling　like　an　abandoned　dog。　He？d　
been　buying　weed　from　Mitchell　ever　since　eighth　grade。　One　random　May　afternoon；　Nate　and　
his　buddy　Jeremy　Scott　Tompkinson　had　gone　into　the　pizza　place　to　buy　a　slice；　and　Mitchell　had　
overheard　Jeremy　daring　Nate　to　steal　the　container　of　oregano　so　they　could　take　it　home　and　
smoke　it。　Mitchell　had　proposed　to　sell　them　something　even　more　mood…enhancing；　and　Nate　and　
his　buddies　had　been　ing　back　ever　since。　What　was　he　supposed　to　do　now；　buy　dime　bags　
from　one　of　those　random；　shifty…looking　dudes　in　Central　Park？　Most　of　those　guys　sold　crappy；　
dry；　Texas…grown　stuff　anyway；　not　the　succulent　green　buds　Mitchell　got　directly　from　his　uncle　
in　Peru。　Besides；　he？d　heard　half　the　Central　Park　dealers　were　narcs　just　waiting　to　bust　a　kid　like　
him。　

Dumping　his　half…eaten　pizza　slices　in　the　nearest　garbage　can；　Nate　dug　into　the　pockets　of　his　
Hugo　Boss　naval　officer？style　coat；　searching　for　a　leftover　roach。　When　he　found　one　he　crossed　
Fifth　Avenue　and　crouched　on　a　park　bench　to　light　it；　ignoring　the　group　of　giggling　tenth…grade　
girls　in　dark　blue　Constance　Billard　uniforms　ogling　him　lustily　as　they　walked　by。　

With　his　I…know…I？m…hot　smile；　his　golden　brown　hair；　his　emerald　green　eyes；　his　always…tanned　
skin；　and　his　sexy　expertise　in　building　and　racing　sailboats；　Nate　Archibald　was　the　most　
lusted…after　boy　on　the　Upper　East　Side。　He　didn？t　have　to　go　looking　for　girls。　They　just　fell　into　
his　lap。　Literally。　

Nate　sucked　hard　on　the　burning　roach　and　pulled　his　cell　phone　out　of　his　pocket。　The　problem　
was；　his　other　stoner　St。　Jude？s　buddies？Jeremy　Scott　Tompkinson；　Charlie　Dern；　and　Anthony　
Avuldsen？all　bought　from　Mitchell；　too。　Mitchell　was　the　best。　But　it　was　worth　calling　just　to　
find　out　if　any　of　them　had　managed　to　score　a　big　stash　before　their　dealer　had　disappeared。　

Jeremy　was　in　a　cab　on　his　way　to　an　interschool　squash　club　game　at　the　Ninety…second　Street　

Y。　？Sorry；　dude；？　his　voice　crackled　over　the　line。　？I？ve　been　doing　mom？s　Zoloft　all　day。　Why　
don？t　you　just　buy　a　dime　bag　from　one　of　those　dealers　in　the　park　or　something？？　
Nate　shrugged。　Something　about　buying　a　dime　bag　in　the　park　seemed　so　。　。　。lame　。　？Whatever；　
man；？　he　told　Jeremy。　？See　you　tomorrow。？　

Charlie　was　in　the　Virgin　megastore；　buying　DVDs　with　his　little　brother。　？Bummer；？　he　said　
when　Nate　told　him　about　the　situation。　？But　you？re　right　near　the　park；　right？　Just　buy　a　dime　
bag。？　

？Yeah；　whatever；？　Nate　replied。　？See　you　tomorrow。？　

Anthony　was　having　a　driving　lesson　in　the　new　BMW　M3　sports　car　his　parents　had　given　him　


for　his　eighteenth　birthday　last　weekend。　？Check　your　mom？s　medicine　cabinet；？　he　
advised。　？Parents　are　the　ultimate　resource。？　

？I？ll　look　into　it；？　Nate　answered。　？Later。？　He　clicked　off　and　sucked　the　last　drag　off　his　puny　
little　roach。　？Damn！？　he　cursed；　flicking　the　charred　remnants　into　the　dirty　snow　beneath　his　feet。　
This　semester　was　supposed　to　have　been　a　twenty…four…hour　party。　He？d　had　an　awesome　
interview　at　Brown　in　November；　and　he　was　pretty　sure　his　application　rocked　hard　enough　to　get　
him　in。　Plus　he　was　no　longer　hanging　out　with　little　Jenny　Humphrey；　who　was　very　sweet　and　
had　a　great　rack；　but　who？d　taken　up　a　shitload　of　his　free　time。　For　the　rest　of　senior　year　Nate　
had　been　planning　to　smoke　up；　kick　back；　and　just　stay　mellow　until　graduation；　but　without　his　
trusty　dealer；　that　plan　was　basically　moot。　

Nate　sat　back　on　the　green　wooden　bench　and　gazed　up　at　the　sumptuous　limestone　apartment　
buildings　lining　Fifth　Avenue。　To　his　right；　he　could　just　see　the　corner　of　Blair？s　Seventy…second　
Street　apartment　building。　Up　in　the　penthouse；　Blair？s　Russian　Blue　cat；　Kitty　Minky；　was　
probably　lying　stretched　out　on　Blair？s　rose…colored　bedspread；　eagerly　waiting　for　Blair　to　e　
home　and　scratch　him　under　the　chin　with　her　coral…pink　nails。　Impulsively；　Nate　pushed　the　
buttons　on　his　phone　to　speed…dial　Blair？s　cell　phone。　It　rang　six　times　before　she　finally　picked　
up。　

？Hello？？　Blair　answered　in　a　clipped　voice。　She　was　seated　in　Garren？s　new　East　Fifty…seventh　
Street　salon；　which　was　decorated　like　a　Turkish　harem？s　lair。　Gauzy　pink…and…yellow　silk　scarves　
hung　from　the　ceiling；　and　huge　pink…and…yellow…upholstered　pillows　were　tossed　at　random　
around　the　salon　for　clients　to　lounge　on　and　sip　Turkish　coffee　while　they　waited　for　their　
appointments。　In　front　of　every　stylist？s　station　was　an　enormous　gilt…framed　mirror。　Gianni；　
Blair？s　new　hairdresser；　had　just　finished　bing　out　her　freshly　washed　and　conditioned　locks。　
With　her　cell　phone　pressed　against　her　damp　ear；　Blair　stared　at　her　reflection　in　the　mirror。　The　
critical　moment　was　here：　Did　she　dare　go　short？　

？Hey。　It？s　me；　Nate；？　she　heard　an　old　familiar　voice　murmur　in　her　ear。　

Blair　was　too　stunned　to　answer。　They　hadn？t　spoken　since　New　Year？s　Eve；　and　even　then　the　
conversation　had　ended　badly。　What　was　Nate　doing　calling　hernow　？　

？Nate？？　Blair　replied；　half…impatiently；　half…curiously。　？Is　this　really　important；　because　I　can？t　
really　talk。　It？s　kind　of　avery　bad　time。？　

？Nah；　it？s　not　important；？　Nate　responded　as　he　tried　to　e　up　with　a　reasonable　explanation　
for　why　he？d　called　her　in　the　first　place。　？I　just　thought　you？d　want　to　know　I？ve　decided　to　quit。　
You　know？quit　smoking　weed。？　He　kicked　at　a　clump　of　frozen　dirt。　He　wasn？t　even　sure　if　that　
was　true。　Was　hereally　quitting？　Forgood　？　

Blair　gripped　the　phone　in　confused　silence　on　the　other　end。　Nate　had　always　been　
random？especially　when　he　was　stoned？but　neverthis　random。　Gianni　tapped　his　tortoise…shell　


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