小说园

第28部分（第1页）

from　the　rooftop　that　was　supposed　to　be　reserved　for　twilight　v&t？s　with　Vanessa　while　they

planned　a　way　to　sabotage　Serena？s　run　for　senior　speaker；　Blair　had　hadenough　。　She　dug　into　her

Fendi　purse　and　grabbed　her　cell　phone；　pressing　the　buttons　frantically。

？Blair　darling？　To　what　do　I　owe　the　pleasure；　chica？？　Chuck　Bass　answered　in　a　loud　voice；

sounding　more　gay　than　usual。　？Don？t　tell　me；　you？ve　secretly　been　in　love　with　me　all　these

years　and　now　that　we？re　about　to　graduate；　you？re　finally　bold　enough　to　tell　me。？

？Not　exactly；？　Blair　snapped。　？You？re　the　only　one　I　know　with　a　car。？

？A　pearl　gray　convertible　Jag　isn？t　just　a　car；　it？s　a　mobile　pleasure　den。？　Chuck　tooted　the　horn

in　the　background。　？I　happen　to　be　in　？the　car？　as　we　speak。？

？Whatever。？　Blair　threw　open　the　loose…hinged　plywood　door　to　the　cramped；　mothball…smelling

coat　closet　in　the　living　room　and　yanked　out　her　two　matching　brown　leather；　gold…embossed

Louis　Vuitton　duffel　bags。　The　bags　were　still　partially　packed；　since　Vanessa　didn？t　have　enough

closet　space　to　acmodate　Blair？s　endless　wardrobe。　All　she　had　to　do　was　fold　in　the　dresses

hanging　from　the　closet　rail　and　fill　a　shopping　bag　or　four　or　five　with　the　mere　thirty…six　pairs　of

shoes　she？d　brought　with　her；　and　she？d　be　ready　to　roll。　？Can　you　e　get　me？？

？Of　course；　my　sweet。？　Chuck？s　voice　took　on　a　faux　paternal　tone。　？You？re　not　in　any　sort　of

trouble；　are　you？？

Blair　grimaced　at　the　sight　of　a　roach　motel　camped　in　the　back　of　the　closet；　a　half…dead　roach

flailing　its　hind　legs　on　its　doorstep。　？I？m　inWilliamsburg　；？　she　wailed；　as　if　she　were　being　held

hostage　in　somebody？s　basement。

？And　Manhattanneeds　you；？　Chuck　intoned。　？We　absolutely　need　you！？

Blair　giggled。　It　felt　good　not　pretending　anymore　that　she　was　going　to　bee　one　of　those

hipster　girls　who　wore　striped　kneesocks　and　vintage　kilts　and　kooky　glasses；　ate　hummus　all　the

time；　and　went　to　art　galleries　after　school　instead　of　to　Barneys。　She　pulled　her　favorite

red…and…white　polka…dotted　Diane　von　Furstenberg　wrap　dress　off　its　hanger　and　put　it　on；

shedding　her　black　Habitual　jean　skirt　and　boring　dark　gray　C&C　California　T…shirt。　Manhattan

needed　her。　Of　course　it　did。

？I？ll　be　there　in　five；　honey。　I？m　just　getting　on　the　bridge　now；？　Chuck　assured　her；　the　Jag？s

engine　roaring　in　the　background。　？So；　where　am　I　taking　you；　anyway？　Back　home？？

Blair　hadn？t　thought　about　this。　Or　rather；　she　had；　but　home　wasn？t　her　first　choice。　Her　mother

was　still　mentally　unsound　after　marrying　Cyrus　Rose　that　fall　and　having　his　baby　daughter　that

spring。　Cyrus　was　loud　and　sweaty　and　obnoxious　and　preferred　to　wander　the　house　wearing　only

a　loosely　tied　green　silk　robe　and　nothing　else。　Baby　Yale　was　adorable　most　of　the　time；　but　she

had　taken　over　Blair？s　room；　shunting　Blair　into　Aaron？s　old　room；　where　Blair？s　cat；　Kitty

Minky；　had　developed　a　peeing　problem　in　reaction　to　the　scent　of　Aaron？s　boxer；　Mookie。