青帝小说

第19部分（第4页）

As　soon　as　she　left；　the　cafeteria　began　to　hum　with　the　sound　of　girls　trading　versions　of　what

was　wrong　with　Blair　Waldorf。

？I　heard　she　has　some　rare　disease。　She　lost　all　her　hair。　That？s　really　a　wig；？　announced　Laura

Salmon。

？I　heard　she？s　pregnant　with　some　old　guy？s　kid。　He？s　married　to　a　member　of　the　royal　family

and　he　wants　to　marry　her；　but　his　wife　won？t　give　him　a　divorce；？　Rain　Hoffstetter　explained。

？Oh　my　God。　So　she　and　her　mom　could　like；　have　babies　at　the　same　time！？　Kati　Farkas

shrieked。

？She？s　not　pregnant；　stupid。　It？s　her　eating　disorder；？　Isabel　Coates　told　the　girls　at　the　same

table　in　a　confidential　whisper。　？She？s　been　struggling　with　it　for　years。？

At　the　peer　group　table；　Serena　unwittingly　set　the　record　straight。　？She？ll　befine　just　as　soon　as

she　finds　out　she？s　into　Yale。？

waspoid　prince　tries　to　score

When　last…period　French　was　finally　over；　Nate　Archibald　bid　a　hasty？　demain　to　his　St。　Jude？s

School　classmates　and　hurried　up　Madison　Avenue　to　the　pizza　place　on　the　corner　of　Eighty…sixth

Street；　the　workplace　of　his　dependable　pot　dealer；　Mitchell。　Lucky　for　Nate；　St。　Jude？s　was　the

oldest　boys？　school　in　Manhattan　and　had　kept　its　tradition　of　ending　the　school　day　at　2P。M。　for

both　lower…　and　upper…school　boys；　even　though　most　of　the　other　city　schools　let　out　at　4P。M。　The

school？s　reasoning　was　that　it　gave　the　boys　extra　time　to　play　sports　and　do　the　copious　amounts

of　homework　they　were　sent　home　with　every　afternoon。　It　also　gave　them　plenty　of　time　to　kick

back　and　get　high　before；　during；　andafter　they　played　sports　and　did　their　homework。

The　last　time　Nate　had　seen　Mitchell；　the　wisecracking　Kangol　hat？wearing　dealer　had　said　he？d

be　moving　back　home　to　Amsterdam　very　soon。　Today　was　Nate？s　last　chance　to　score　the　biggest

bag　of　sweet；　Peruvian…grown　weed　Mitchell　could　provide。　Blair　had　always　plained　about

Nate？s　pot…smoking　when　they　were　together；　whining　about　how　boring　it　was　to　watch　him

staring　at　the　Persian　rug　on　her　bedroom　floor　for　ten　minutes　when　they　could　have　been　fooling

around　or　at　a　party　somewhere。　Nate　had　always　maintained　that　his　pot…smoking　was　a　mere

indulgence；　like　eating　chocolate？something　he　could　give　up　any　time。　And　just　to　prove　it？not

that　heneeded　to　prove　anything　to　Blair　anymore？he　was　going　to　go　cold　turkey　after　he？d

smoked　every　last　leaf　of　pot　from　the　giant　bag　he　was　going　to　buy　today。　If　he　were　careful；　he

could　make　the　bag　last　a　good　eight　weeks。　Until　then　he　preferred　not　to　eventhink　about

quitting。

？Two　plain　slices；？　Nate　told　the　gangly；　balding　pizza　chef　wearing　a　bright　purple　WELE

TOLOSERVILLET…shirt。　He　rested　his　elbows　on　the　pizza　joint？s　red　linoleum　counter…top；

nudging　aside　plastic　containers　filled　with　garlic　salt；　red　pepper　flakes；　and　oregano。