青帝小说

第12部分（第2页）

burying　her　hands　in　her　black　cashmere　Les　Best　evening　coat　pockets　as　she　searched　for　a

cab。Fuck；　it　was　freezing。

？Want　to　e　with　me？？　Aaron　offered；　even　though　Blair　had　been　a　total　bitch　lately。　They

were　still　stepbrother　and　stepsister？they　could　at　least　try　to　be　friends。

Blair　grimaced。　？No；　thanks。　I？m　going　to　call　this　man　I　met。　See　if　he　wants　to　meet　me

somewhere　for　a　drink　or　something。？　She　loved　how　the　wordman　sounded　so　much　more

sophisticated　thanguy　。

？Whatman　？？　Aaron　asked　suspiciously。　？Not　that　old　dude　from　Yale　you　were　with　last　night？？

Blair　stamped　her　feet　to　keep　her　toes　from　getting　frostbitten　inside　her

totally…wrong…for…the…weather　Les　Best　Mary　Janes。　Why　did　Aaron　always　have　to　act　so

infuriatingly　superior？　？First　of　all；　I　could　be　meeting　someone　else。　Second　of　all；　what　do　you

care　anyway？　And　third　of　all；　if　it　is　him；　sowhat　？？　She　flung　her　hand　in　the　air　and　waved　it

impatiently。　It　was　only　nine。　Where　the　hell　were　all　the　fucking　cabs？

Aaron　shrugged。　？I　don？t　know。　I？m　just　guessing　he？s　like　some　big　investment　banker　who

gives　lots　of　cash　to　Yale；　and　you？re　flirting　with　him　or　whatever　because　you　want　to　get　in　so

badly。　Which　is　pretty　lame　if　you　ask　me。？

？Actually；　I　didn？t　ask；？　Blair　snapped　back。　？But　maybe　Ishould　listen　to　Mr。

Accepted…Early…At…Harvard…Even…Though…All…I…Do…Is…Sit…Around…In…My…Underwear…Drinking…B

eer…And…Pretending…I…Play…In…A…Really…Cool…Band…Which…Actually…Sucks；　since　you　obviously

know　everything。？　A　taxi　screeched　to　a　stop　at　the　corner　of　Forty…third　Street　to　let　someone　out。

Blair　made　a　dash　for　it。　？Don？t　fucking　make　judgments　about　something

you　know　nothing　about！？　she　shouted　at　Aaron；　before　jumping

into　the　cab　and　pulling　the　door　shut。

Aaron　shivered　in　his　thin　cotton　jacket　and　hunched　his　shoulders　into　the　bitter　wind　as　he

walked　east　on　Forty…second　Street　to　Grand　Central　Station。　It　would　be　good　to　just　hang　with

the　guys　for　a　change。　Women　were　a　monumental　pain　in　his　vegan　ass。

But　we？re　oh；　so　worth　it？right？

way　better　than　naked

Dan　tried　not　to　stare　at　the　models　as　they　came　out　onto　the　runway　during　the　Better　Than

Naked　show　wearing　only　pleated　brown　corduroy　miniskirts　with　no　tops　on　at　all。　Their　skirts

were　so　short　he　could　even　see　the　frilly　white　panties　they　were　wearing　underneath；　which

happened　to　be　little　girls？　vintage　underwear　from　the　nineteen…fifties　and　fit　so　snugly　on　the

models　that　their　butt　cheeks　were　busting　out　of　them。　Instead　of　sitting　down　in　the　front　row；

where　Rusty　Klein　had　managed　to　snag　him　a　seat　between　Stevie　Nicks　and　superhip