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Lauren towel； slipped on her flimsy pink silk Cosabella underwear； zipped up her
blue…and…white…seer…sucker Constance Billard School spring uniform skirt； and buttoned two of
the six buttons on her white linen Calvin Klein three…quarter…sleeve blouse。 Braless and barefoot；
it was the perfect my…girlfriend…just…got…out…of…the…shower…and…would…you…please…leave？ look。
Hopefully Nate's friends would get the hint； make like the bees and fuck off。 She tousled her damp
hair with her fingers and pushed open the bathroom door。
〃Bonjour！〃 a buxom； raven…haired； long…legged L'école girl greeted Blair from Nate's bed。 Blair
had met the girl before at parties。 Her name was Lexus or Lexique or something equally annoying；
a sixteen…year…old junior who'd done some modeling as a child in Paris was now working on
perfecting the French hippie…slut look。 Lexique； whose name was really Lexie； was wearing a
lavender…and…mustard…yellow hand…dyed cotton wraparound dress that looked homemade but had
actually been purchased at Kirna Zabete for four hundred and fifty dollars； and those ugly flat
Pakistani sheep herder sandals from Barneys that everyone but Blair seemed to think were so cool
this year。 Lexie's face was makeup…free； and she cradled an acoustic guitar in her skinny arms。 On
the bed beside her was a Ziploc bag full of pot。
What a rebel。 Most L'école girls never go anywhere without a pack a Gitanes； red lipstick； and
heels。
〃The boys are making bong hits on the roof；〃 Lexie explained。 She strummed her thumb across the
guitar strings。 〃Alors； want to jam with me till they get back？〃
Jam？
Blair wrinkled her nose with even more emphasis that she had at the thought of getting a tattoo。
She was so not into the whole getting…high；
playing…guitars…and…laughing…at…your…friends'…totally…stupid…stoned…observations scene； and she
really didn't want to hangout with this Lexique girl。 Who obviously thought she was the coolest
French girl in New York。 She'd rather watch Operah reruns on Oxygen in her cat…pee…soaked room
while her delusional mom wept over baby alpacas。
Someone had stuck a stick of burning amber incense into the cork heel of one of Blair's new mint
green Christian Dior espadrilles。 She grabbed the stick of incense and jammed it into a porthole in
one of Nate's beloved model sailboats on his desk。 Then she laced up her shoes； buttoned a few
more buttons on her blouse； and grabbed her vintage Gucci bamboo…handled tote bag。 〃Please tell
Nathaniel that I've gone home；〃 she instructed briskly。
〃Peace！〃 Lexie saluted Blair with stoned gaiety。 〃Au revoir！〃 A tattoo of the sun； moon and stars
was printed on her shoulder blade。
Hence Nate's sudden interest in tattoos？
Blair stomped down the stairs and let herself out onto Eighty…Second Street。 It felt like summer
already。 The sun was still two hours from setting； and the air smelled of fresh…cut grass from
Central Park； and suntan lotion from all the half…naked girls hurrying home to their apartments on
Park Avenue。 A gaggle of eleventh…grade St。 Jude's Nate…and…Jeremy…wannabe's were hovering
around the downstairs buzzer outside Nate's town house。 One of them had a guitar slung over his
shoulder。
〃Bien sur。 e on up！〃 Blair heard Lexie call out to them over the inter； as if she lived there。
Nate's house seemed to draw all the stoner kids on the Upper East Side with some sort of magnetic
pull。 And Blair swore she didn't mind… really； she didn't… as long as she didn't have to sit around
watching them all jam。 After all she and Nate had been through； Blair knew it was going to be
different this time。 She and Nate were together spiritually； and now physically； too； which meant
she could leave him alone； feeling perfectly confident that he wouldn't dream of cheating on her。
She carried down Eighty…Second Street toward Fifth Avenue； checking her cell phone for a
message from Nate at every corner。 Obviously he'd call any se3cond now。 Like all possessive；
aggressive； obsessive girls； she liked to think Nate didn't have a life without her。
Then again； if he didn't； she'd go pletely nuts。
LITTLE DIVA GIVES BIG DIVA SOME SOUND DEVICE
〃They gave us five spreads；〃 Serena van der Woodsen explained as she flipped through the
hot…off…the…press June issue of W magazine。 〃That's ten whole pages！〃 The world…famous fashion
designer Les Best had just messengered the fashion magazine over to her apartment with a note
that read； 〃As ever； you are fabulous； darling。 And so's that dark…haired little hottie friend of
yours！〃
The same dark…haired little hottie； fourteen…year…old Jenny Humphrey； was desperately trying not
to pee her pants。 Serena； the coolest senior girl at Constance Billard； and totally famous and
beautiful model/ Upper East Side girl…about…town； had actually asked her to hang out after school
today。 She was now sitting in Serena's huge； awesomely old…fashioned bedroom… her private
sanctuary… on her bed； flipping through the latest issue of the coolest fashion magazine in the
world； looking for pages featuring the two of them modeling the type of amazing designer clothes
Jenny had always gazed at longingly in stores but never once dreamed she'd actually wear。 It was
so unreal she could hardly breathe。
〃Here； look！〃 Serena squealed； stabbing at the page with a long； slender finger。 〃Don't we look
like badasses？！〃
Jenny leaned in closer to see； happily inhaling the sweet scent of Serena's custom…blended
patchouli oil perfume。 Across Serena's lap lay a spread of the two girls dressed head to toe in Les
Best couture； motoring down the beach in a dune buggy； the Ferris wheel at Coney Island rising
up behind them； all lit up。 The style of the picture was typical Jonathan Joyce … the uber…famous
fashion photographer who had shot the spread… totally natural and unposed； like he'd just happened
upon these two girls riding their dune buggy on the beach at sunset and having the time of their
lives。 Indeed they did look like badasses in leather vests over white bikini tops； and white leather
knee…high go…go boots with teeny…tiny heels。 Their hair was winged back； their nails were painted
white； their lips were painted cotton candy pink； and peacock feathers dangled from their ears。 It
was all very retro eighties/futuristic/cutting edge； and absurdly cool。
Jenny couldn't pull her eyes away。 There she was； in a magazine； and for the first time ever her
enormous chest wasn't the focal point of the picture。 In fact the two girls looked so fresh and pure
the picture was almost wholesome。 It was beyond what Jenny could have hoped for。 It was
heavenly。
〃I love the look on your face；〃 Serena observed。 〃It's like you've just been kissed or something。〃
Jenny giggled； feeling very much like she had just been kissed。 〃You look pretty too。〃
Oops； look who has a major crush on Serena … just like everyone else in the universe！
But Jenny's crush was deeper than most： she actually wanted to be Serena。 And the thing Serena
had that she still lacked was a questionable past… that alluring air of mystery。
〃Bet it seems like forever ago that you were kicked out of boarding school；〃 Jenny ventured boldly；
her eyes fixed on the magazine。
〃I was worried I'd never get into a single college because of all that；〃 Serena sighed。 〃If I'd known
I'd get into all of them； I'd never have applied to so many schools。〃
Poor thing。 If only we all had that problem。
〃Did you like boarding School？〃 Jenny persisted； turning to gaze up at Serena with her big brown
eyes。 〃I mean； more than going to school in the City？〃
Serena lay back on the four…poster bed and stared up at the white eyelet canopy overhead。 She'd
been eight years old when she'd first gotten the bed； and she'd felt like a princess every night when
she'd gone to sleep。 As a matter of fact； she still felt like a princess； only bigger。
〃I loved feeling like I had my own life； apart from my parents and the friends I'd known
practically since I was born。 I like going to school with boys； and eating with them in the dining
hall。 It was like having a w