gossip girl 4 英文-第27章

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magical　Valentine？s　Day　can　be？　

hugs；　not　drugs　

？So　how　e　you　didn？t　call　911？？　Jeremy　Scott　Tompkinson　asked　Nate　as　he　crumbled　pot　
into　the　EZ　Wider　rolling　paper　spread　out　on　his　right　knee。　

？Give　the　dude　a　break；？　noted　Charlie　Dern。　？He　was　stoned；　remember？？　

？I　would？ve　been　like；　？See　ya　later；　you　crazy　fucking　chick！　I　don？t　care　if　you？re　putting　out！？？　
quipped　Anthony　Avuldsen。　

Jeremy　had　managed　to　steal　some　pot　from　his　older　brother　who　was　home　visiting　from　
college；　and　now　the　four　boys　were　huddled　on　a　remote　stoop　on　East　End　Avenue；　taking　a　
break　before　gym　class。　

Nate　blew　on　his　bare　hands　and　stuffed　them　into　his　cashmere…lined　coat　pockets。　？I　don？t　
know。？　He　still　felt　pretty　confused　about　it　himself。　？I　guess　I　just　wanted　to　call　someone　who　
knew　us　both。　Someone　I　could　trust。？　

Jeremy　shook　his　head。　？Dude；　that？s　exactly　what　those　rehab　headshrinkerswant　you　to　do。　
They？ve　got　you　programmed　already。？　

Nate　thought　about　the　way　Georgie　imitated　Jackie？s　corny　psychobabble？all　that　stuff　about　
healing　wounds　and　negative　friendships。　It　didn？t　seem　like　Georgie　had　been　programmed。　All　
of　a　sudden　he　wondered　if　she　was　angry　that　he？d　called　Jackie；　but　it　wasn？t　like　he　could　call　
her　and　ask　her。　She　was　now　staying　at　Breakaway　full　time　and　wasn？t　allowed　to　take　any　
phone　calls；　just　in　case　one　of　her　dealers　called　or　something。　Hopefully　Nate　would　still　see　her　
in　group。　

？How　long　do　you　have　to　deal　with　that　rehab　bullshit　anyway？？　Charlie　asked。　He　reached　for　
the　burning　joint　and　took　a　hit。　


？Six　months；？　Nate　answered。　？But　at　least　I　don？t　have　to　live　there。？　The　other　boys　intoned　
bored　and　sympathetic　sighs　of　disgust。　Nate　didn？t　say　anything。　Although　he？d　never　have　
admitted　it；　he　kind　of　liked　going　to　rehab　and　meeting　the　different　kids　in　group；　especially　
Georgie。　He？d　be　sort　of　sad　when　it　was　over。　

？？Ere；？　Charlie　said；　passing　Nate　the　joint。　

Nate　looked　at　it　and　shook　his　head。　？No　thanks；？　he　murmured　under　his　breath。　There　was　a　
crushed　red　paper　heart　lying　on　the　sidewalk　in　front　of　the　stoop　where　the　four　boys　were　
sitting。　？Is　it　Valentine？s　Day？？　he　asked　distractedly。　

　？Yeah；？　Anthony　responded。　？Why？？　

？Huh；？　Nate　replied。　He　stood　up　and　brushed　the　snow　off　the　back　of　his　black　Hugo　Boss　coat。　
For　what　seemed　like　forever　he？d　always　sent　a　special　girl　roses　on　Valentine？s　Day。　？I　gotta　go　
do　something。　Catch　you　guys　in　gym；　okay？？　

His　friends　watched　him　trudge　purposefully　through　the　slush　toward　Madison　Avenue　until　he　
was　out　of　sight。　Something　was　happening　to　their　old　friend　Nate　Archibald；　and　it　wasn？t　just　
that　he？d　turned　down　a　joint　for　the　first　time　since　he　was　ten　years　old　

Could　it　be；　was　it　possible；　that　he？d　fallen　in　love？　

v…day　turned　d…day　forb　

Blair　kept　her　hand　clapped　over　her　mouth　and　her　mind　clear　of　any　thoughts　of　Owen　the　
whole　way　home　to　keep　from　being　sick　all　over　the　back　seat　of　the　taxi。　But　when　she　stepped　
off　the　wood…paneled　elevator　and　into　the　penthouse；　her　nostrils　were　bombarded　with　the　putrid　
scent　of　roses；　causing　her　stomach　to　churn　ominously　once　more。　The　entire　front　hall　was　
packed　with　them。　Yellow　roses；　white　roses；　pink　ones　and　red。　She　dropped　her　bag　on　the　floor　
and　read　the　notes　on　the　bouquets。　

A？You？re　my　honey…pie。　Love；　S；said　the　note　on　the　yellow　roses。　

Audrey；　my　favorite　little　aristocrat；　will　you　please　be　my　Valentine？　Love；　Cary；said　the　note　
on　the　red　roses。　

My　darling　Mrs。　Rose；　May　our　tiny　daughter　be　as　lovely　and　as　wonderful　as　you　are　and　as　
hopelessly　happy　as　I　am　every　day　I　spend　with　you。　？Your　loving　husband；　Mr。　Rose；said　the　
note　on　the　pink…and…white　bouquet。　


As　if　one　of　those　notes　wouldn？t　have　been　enough　to　make　Blair　puke　out　her　already　
puked…out　guts；　she　had　to　be　bombarded　withthree　uniquely　repulsive　missives。　Throwing　her　
coat　down　on　the　floor；　she　staggered　into　the　nearest　bathroom　to　empty　her　stomach　
again。　？Mom！？　she　shouted；　wiping　her　mouth　on　a　parchment…coloredR　…monogrammed　guest　
towel。　

？Blair？？　her　mother　called　back。　Eleanor　Waldorf　wandered　slowly　down　the　hall　wearing　a　pink　
boiled　wool　Chanel　suit　that　had　been　let　out　at　the　waist　to　acmodate　her　five…months　
pregnant　belly。　Her　highlighted　blond　bob　was　pulled　back　into　a　neat　ponytail　and　she　was　
wearing　white　rabbit　fur　slippers　and　carrying　her　portable　phone。　Like　most　Upper　East　Side　
hostesses；　Eleanor　spent　all　the　time　she　wasn？t　having　lunch　or　getting　her　hair　done　on　the　
phone。　？What　are　you　doing　home？？　she　asked　her　daughter。　？Are　you　sick？？　

Blair　clutched　her　stomach　and　tried　not　to　look　at　her　mother。　？I　saw　the　note　from　Cyrus；？　she　
croaked。　？You？re　having　a　girl？？　

Her　mother　beamed　back　at　her；　her　blue　eyes　sparkling　ecstatically。　？Isn？t　it　wonderful？？　she　
cried。　？I　found　out　this　morning。？　She　flip…flopped　up　to　Blair　in　her　fur　slippers　and　threw　her　
arms　around　her　daughter？s　neck。　？Cyrus　has　always　wanted　a　girl。　And　now　when　you　e　
home　from　college　you？ll　have　a　little　baby　sister　to　play　with！？　

Blair　grimaced　as　her　stomach　did　another　back　flip　at　the　mention　of　college。　

？I　hope　you　don？t　mind；？　Eleanor　babbled　on。　？But　we？re　planning　to　turn　your　room　into　a　
nursery　since　we？re　running　out　of　bedrooms。　You　and　Aaron　will　be　going　away　to　school　soon　
anyway。　You　don？t　mind；　do　you；　sweetheart？？　

Blair　stared　at　her　mother　blankly。　She　hadn？t　wanted　a　stepbrother　or　a　stepfather　and　she　
certainly　didn？t　want　a　baby　sister；　especially　not　one　who　was　going　to　take　over　herroom　。　？I？m　
going　to　go　lie　down；？　she　replied　weakly。　

？I？ll　have　Myrtle　send　in　some　bouillon；？　her　mother　called　after　her。　

Blair　slammed　her　bedroom　door　and　dove　onto　her　bed；　burying　her　head　in　the　depths　of　her　
extrasoft　goose…down　pillows。　Kitty　Minky；　her　gray　Russian　Blue　cat；　jumped　onto　her　back　and　
kneaded　his　paws　into　her　black…and…white　Fair　Isle　sweater。　？Help　me；？　Blair　moaned　miserably　
to　her　cat。　If　only　she　could　lie　there　until　late　August　and　then　be　helicoptered　to　her　new　dorm　
room　at　Yale；　skipping　all　the　bad　parts　in　the　script　of　the　movie　that　was　her　life；　the　parts　that　
needed　to　be　rewritten。　

Out　of　habit；　she　reached　out　and　punched　the　playback　button　on　the　answering　machine　on　her　
bedside　table；　keeping　her　eyes　closed　as　she　listened。　


？Hello；　Blair；　it？s　Owen。　Owen　Wells。　Sorry　I　couldn？t　call　earlier。　What　happened？　I　woke　up　
and　you　were　gone。　Anyway；　Happy　Valentine？s　Day；　gorgeous。　Call　me　back　when　you　have　a　
moment。　Bye…bye。？　

？Hello；　Blair；　it？s　Owen　again。　Did　you　get　my　flowers？　I　hope　you　like　them。　Call　me　back　
when　you　have　a　moment。　Thanks。　？Bye。？　

？Hello；　Blair。　I　know　it？s　short　notice；　but　would　you　like　to　have　dinner　with　me？　Um；　this　is　
Owen　by　the　way。　Plans　on　the　home　front　have　changed　and　I？m　all　freed　up。　So　how　？bout　Le　
Cirque　this　evening；　gorgeous？　Give　me　a　call。？　

？Hello；　Blair。　I　got　a　table　at　Le　Cirque？？　Blair　kicked　her　answering　machine　off　the　bedside　
table　and　it　came　unplugged。　She　didn？t　care　that　Owen　had　the　sexiest　voice　and　was　the　best　
kisser　in　all　of　New　York。　She　couldn？t　play　Audrey　to　his　Cary　anymore；　not　when　Cary　had　
turned　out　to　be　a　lying；　cheating；　son…of…a…bitch；　scumbagdad　。　She　didn？t　even　care　if　Owen　told　
Yale　she　was　a　stupid　flake　who　wouldn？t　last　more　than　two　weeks　there。　Fuck　Owen；　and　fuck　
Yale。　

She　grabbed　her　phone　and　dialed　Owen？s　cell　phone　number。　It　was　the　only　number　he？d　given　
her；　probably　because　it　was　the　only　phone　he　could　be　sure　of　answering　himself。　

？Blair？？　Owen　answered　eagerly　on　the　first　ring。　？Where　have　you　been？　I？ve　been　trying　to　get　
ahold　of　you　all　day！？　

？In　high　school？？　Blair　shot　back。　？I　know　it　was　a　long　time　ago　for　you；　but　it？s　this　place　
where　you　go　during　the　week　where　they　teach　you　stuff。　I？m　only　home　now　because　I？m　not　
feeling　well。？　

？Oh。　I　guess　you？re　not　up　for　dinner　then？？　

Owen？s　voice　didn？t　sound　nearly　as　sexy　now　that　she　knew　what　a　plete　asshole　he　was。　
Blair　walked　over　to　the　full…length　mirror　on　the　back　of　her　closet　door　and　examined　her　hair。　It　
already　looked　a　little　longer。　Maybe　it　wouldn？t　take　that　long　to　grow　back。　Or　maybe　she？d　cut　
it　even　shorter。　She　pulled　her　hair　back　severely　from　her　forehead　to　see　what　it　would　look　like　
supershort。　

？I　know　your　daughter；？　she　hissed　into　the　phone　as　she　walked　over　to　her　dresser　and　dug　
around　in　the　top　drawer　until　she　found　the　little　pair　of　silver　antique　sewing　scissors　she？d　
inherited　from　her　grandmother　and　never　had　much　use　for。　

　？B…Blair？；？　Owen　stammered。　

？Fuck　off。？　Blair　clicked　off　the　phone　and　threw　it　onto　her　bed。　Then；　grabbing　a　handful　of　
hair；　she　began　to　hack　away　with　the　tiny　silver　sewing　scissors。　


Good…bye；　Audrey　Hepburn；　hello　Mia　Farrow　inRosemary？s　Baby　！　

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