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Jenny had never felt so famous in her life； and she owed it all to her brother。 He deserved to hook
up with some random French girl。 And she deserved to be wedged between the two cutest guys
ever to grace the cover of Rolling Stone。 If only some reporter would knock on the door and take
their picture。 She kind of wanted the world to find out about this… it was too good not to be known；
even if she got into major trouble。
No worries； darling… the world has a funny way of finding out nearly everything。
Gossipgirl
Hey people！
AND YOU THOUGHT THE TRIBECA STAR WAS SO COOL
The Plaza Hotel is having a revival； a big one。 Some of our favorite people were suite…wrecking at
the Plaza last night。 It happened to late to make it into today's papers； but log onto New York
Post's Page Six online； and it's all there。 A whole black…and…white photo…montage of adorable little
J getting kissed good…bye on the lips by the lead guitarist of the Raves right on the Plaza's
red…carpeted steps and getting spanked on her bottom by the drummer with his drumsticks before
she swept her into a bear hug。 She even wore her Plaza bathrobe home； carelessly leaving her
clothes behind； and blew kisses from the taxi； like a modern…day Marilyn Monroe。
J wasn't the only budding model to hook up with the Raves' lead guitarist。 A hotel staff member
actually recorded him singing to S over a Plaza house phone。 S finished the call saying； 〃I love
you； Daddy。〃 Oh does she？
But what about his marriage to a mysterious French girl a year or so back； in an exclusive
ceremony in St。 Barts？ If you study the photograph of him kissing J； he is wearing a gold band on
the ring finger of his left hand。。。 and there was a beautiful French girl on scene as well； although
she was totally preoccupied with D； the band's raging new front man。 His debut public
performance was kind of embarrassing； but； like a typical French girl； she's probably too horny to
care。
The confusing part is that S was staying with B in her suite； bringing to mind those old stories
about S and B in a hot tub together； engaging in what is best described as a little girl…on…girl。 As if
things weren't plicated enough already！
THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT THOSE FRENCH GIRLS
I know I've ranted about this before； but why is it that the girls who go to L'école Fran？aise look
twenty…five when they're only fourteen？ And how e all the guys we know secretly or not so
secretly lust after them？ And how positively infuriating to hear a group of L'école girls talking
about you at a party… in Franglish； so that you can hardly understand a word they're saying。 They
eat only hot chocolate and pommes frites； they chain smoke； and you never see them jogging or
playing field hockey in Central Park。 Yet none of them are fat or zit…ridden。 It's as though their
mères and grandmères introduced them to Lanc？me and Chanel when they were only babes； and
the alpha hydroxyl acids or whatever permeated their systems； leaving them with perfect skin；
perfect bodies； and feet that are most fortable in three…inch heels。 Their school even allows
heels… unlike all other girls' schools on the Upper East Side… which basically proves my point。
When it es to educating girls； the French seem to follow a pletely different curriculum。
Not that we're jealous or anything。
OTHER SIGHTINGS
B's mom at the Italian Consulate waving her checkbook around…What exactly is she up to now？ K
and I getting matching bikini waxes at Maria Bonita； a tiny NoLita salon； conveniently located
near Sigerson Morrison； which happened to be having a sale。 C （who dropped off the radar for a
while there after getting rejected at every college he applied to） taking his white monkey to be
er。。。fixed。。。 at a discreet Chelsea clinic。 It seems the monkey has inherited its owner's penchant for
flirtation and has been throwing itself at every dog； cat； and ferret in the neighborhood。
Your e…mail：
Q： Dear GG；
I know it was you who made the film everyone's so excited about at Cannes。 What are you waiting
for？ Get you ass over here and collect your reward！
… mogl
A： Dear mogl；
You might think the lady doth protest too much； but I'm saying this for the last time： I have no
f…ing clue what you're talking about！ Enjoy Cannes。
…GG
Q： Dear GG；
What are you supposed to do the rest of the year now that we know where we're going to college？
…bord
A： Dear bord；
Please… isn't this what we've all been waiting for？ Time to shop； drink； eat； and be merry？ Time to
be all we can be？ If you don't have your own pool and can't get into the SoHo House rooftop pool；
make it your mission to befriend someone with pool access and spend the rest of the day rotating
Eres bikinis！
…GG
Q： Dear GG；
If you really really like a girl but she keeps ignoring you； what should you do？
…2bummed
A： Dear 2bummed；
First change your screen name to something more upbeat and attractive like 〃superhot〃。 Second；
make sure your deodorant works and that your outfit isn't pletely hopeless。 Then ask her to
hang out； preferably where there are other people she knows and feels fortable with； so she
can gave fun even if she decides you're a self…effacing loser and she's not interested。 Good luck！
…GG
It's Monday； the start of the school week… I know： Yawn。 Realistically； though after a weekend like
this； how boring can things be？ Like wolves in sheep's clothing； we all look so innocent in our
school uniforms； but this weekend won't go without repercussions。
I'll be the first to report when the shit hits！
You know you love me；
Gossip Girl
J； B AND S ARE TOTALLY GETTING EXPELLED
〃I heard that freshman slut had； like； group sex with every member of the band… even the new lead
singer； who's like； her brother；〃 Kati Farkas whispered to her best friend and Constance Billard
School Senior Spa Weekend co…planner； Isabel Coates。 Kati reparted her long； strawberry blond
hair with a pink tortoiseshell b； smoothing it down with her hands。 〃Did you see those pictures
of her in the Post online？ She didn't even bother to get dressed before she left the hotel！〃
The two girls were peering out the third…floor windows of the Constance Billard School library；
pretending to memorize their lines for the girls…in…bikinis…and…mud…masks skit they were supposed
to put on in their senior lounge tomorrow to promote Senior Spa Weekend。 Not that it needed
promoting。 Everyone would take home gift bags full of fabulous new Origins products； and their
skin would absolutely glow until graduation。 It was going to be the coolest Senior Cut Day ever。
Isabel grabbed the b out of Kati's hands and bed her sleek dark hair back into a ponytail。
〃I heard Nate and his friends almost died in a shipwreck； but Blair was too busy hooking up with
Serena again to even notice。 Can you imagine finding out your girlfriend was cheating on you
with； like； another girl？〃
Kati made aface and shuddered in agreement。 〃Gross。〃
Isabel pressed her pug nose up against the window。 〃Look！〃
Blair and Serena were walking hastily down Ninety…third Street； their arms linked； grinning slyly
like they'd just shared the most entertaining secret。 Instead of the usual socially acceptable
mid…thigh length； Blair's uniform hung all the way down to her knees。 It was totally obvious she'd
borrowed the uniform from Serena。
Nudge； nudge。
Just as the girls were turning into the great blue doors of the Constance Billard School； a yellow
taxi pulled up； and Jenny Humphrey stepped out； munching on a breadstick。 She'd managed to
change out of her Plaza Hotel bathrobe and into a pink t…shirt and her blue…and…white…seersucker
Constance Billard spring uniform。 She was also wearing a pair of rather fetching hot pink Jimmy
Choo platform sandals that were totally out of uniform； and an enormous pair of pink tortoiseshell
Jackie O。 sunglasses。
Uh…oh； don't look now； but someone thinks she's hot stuff。
〃Where did she get those shoes？〃 Kati breathed in disbelief。 〃The waiting list is like a mile long。〃
〃They're probably fakes； you just can't tell from her