Novels by Cecily von Ziegesar: Gossip Girl You Know You ... - Weebly
Novels by Cecily von Ziegesar: Gossip Girl You Know You ... - Weebly Novels by Cecily von Ziegesar: Gossip Girl You Know You ... - Weebly
He sat down next to her. His hands were shaking so badly he had to sit on them to keep them still. He wanted her so badly. The band started to play. Serena finished her vodka. “Would you like another one?” Dan offered eagerly. Serena shook her head. “I’m okay,” she said, sitting back in her chair. “Let’s just listen to the music for a while.” “Okay,” Dan said. As long as he was near her, he’d do anything. “Hello, everyone!” Jeremy Scott Tompkinson said loudly, throwing open the doors to the old Barneys building. As always, Nate, Jeremy, Anthony, and Charlie had smoked a big fatty before the party. Nate was silly high, and when he walked through the door and saw Blair pushing her way through the crowd with her hand pressed over her mouth, he started to giggle. “What’re you laughing at, jackass?” Anthony said, shoving his elbow into Nate’s ribs. “Nothing’s even happened yet.” Nate wiped his hand over his face and tried to look serious, but it was hard to keep a straight face in a room full of boys dressed like penguins, and girls in sexy dresses. He knew Blair was in the bathroom, throwing up as usual. The question was, should he go rescue her? It was the type of thing a good, concerned boyfriend would do. Go for it. You know you want to. “Bar’s over there,” Charlie said, leading the way. “I’ll catch you guys later,” Nate said, pushing his way through the crowded dance floor. He ducked around Chuck, who was gyrating his crotch against the ass of a short girl with curly brown hair and insane cleavage, and headed for the ladies room. But Blair hadn’t made it to the ladies’ room. Before she’d gotten there, a middle-aged woman in a red Chanel suit with a “Save the Falcons” button pinned to it had stopped her. “Blair Waldorf?” the woman said, holding out her hand and smiling her best fundraising smile. “I’m Rebecca Agnelli, from the Central Park Save the Peregrine Falcon Foundation.” Talk about bad timing. Blair stared at the woman’s hand. Her own right hand was clapped over her mouth, holding in the vomit that threatened to spew out at any moment. She started to remove it so she could shake hands, but then a waiter walked by with sizzling skewers of spicy chicken, and Blair gagged. Blair squeezed her lips together to keep the puke from seeping out
the sides of her mouth and changed hands, clapping the left one over her mouth and reaching out to shake hands with her right hand. “It’s so wonderful to finally meet you,” the woman said as they clasped hands. “I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done.” Blair nodded and pulled her hand away. Enough was enough. She couldn’t hold on any longer. Her eyes darted around the crowded room, desperately seeking help. There were Kati and Isabel, dancing with each other. There was Anthony Avuldsen, handing out tabs of E. There was Jeremy Scott Tompkinson, trying to teach Laura Salmon and Rain Hoffstetter how to blow smoke rings by the bar. There was Chuck, holding that little Ginny girl so tight it looked like her boobs might explode. All the extras were there, but where was her leading man, her savior? “Blair?” She turned around and saw Nate pushing his way through the crowd toward her. Nate’s eyes were bloodshot, his face slack, his hair uncombed. He looked more like a forgettable supporting actor than a leading man. Was this all there was? Was Nate it? Blair didn’t have much choice. She opened her eyes wide, silently asking Nate for help and praying he’d be up to the job. Ms. Agnelli frowned and turned around to see what Blair was staring at. Blair made a run for it, and Nate stepped in just in time. Thank God he was so stoned. “Nate Archibald,” Nate said, shaking hands with the woman. “My mother is a big fan of those falcons.” Ms. Agnelli laughed and blushed a little. What a charming young man. “Well, of course she is,” she said. “Your family has been very generous with our foundation.” Nate plucked two flutes of champagne off a passing tray and handed one to her. He raised his glass. “To the birds,” he said, clinking his glass with hers and trying to fend off an outbreak of the giggles. Ms. Agnelli blushed again. This boy was too cute! “Hey, those two girls helped plan the party, too,” Nate said, pointing at Kati and Isabel, who were standing on the edge of the dance floor, useless as usual. He waved them over. “Hello, Nate,” said Kati, tottering over on four-inch stilettos. Isabel clutched her drink and stared at the strange woman standing next to Nate. “Hi,” she said. “I love your suit.” “Thank you, dear. I’m Rebecca Agnelli, from the Central Park Save the Peregrine Falcons Foundation,” the woman said. She held her
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He sat down next to her. His hands were shaking so badly he had to<br />
sit on them to keep them still. He wanted her so badly.<br />
The band started to play.<br />
Serena finished her vodka.<br />
“Would you like another one?” Dan offered eagerly.<br />
Serena shook her head. “I’m okay,” she said, sitting back in her<br />
chair. “Let’s just listen to the music for a while.”<br />
“Okay,” Dan said. As long as he was near her, he’d do anything.<br />
“Hello, everyone!” Jeremy Scott Tompkinson said loudly, throwing<br />
open the doors to the old Barneys building.<br />
As always, Nate, Jeremy, Anthony, and Charlie had smoked a big<br />
fatty before the party. Nate was silly high, and when he walked<br />
through the door and saw Blair pushing her way through the crowd<br />
with her hand pressed over her mouth, he started to giggle.<br />
“What’re you laughing at, jackass?” Anthony said, shoving his elbow<br />
into Nate’s ribs. “Nothing’s even happened yet.”<br />
Nate wiped his hand over his face and tried to look serious, but it<br />
was hard to keep a straight face in a room full of boys dressed like<br />
penguins, and girls in sexy dresses. He knew Blair was in the<br />
bathroom, throwing up as usual. The question was, should he go<br />
rescue her? It was the type of thing a good, concerned boyfriend<br />
would do.<br />
Go for it. <strong>You</strong> know you want to.<br />
“Bar’s over there,” Charlie said, leading the way.<br />
“I’ll catch you guys later,” Nate said, pushing his way through the<br />
crowded dance floor.<br />
He ducked around Chuck, who was gyrating his crotch against the<br />
ass of a short girl with curly brown hair and insane cleavage, and<br />
headed for the ladies room.<br />
But Blair hadn’t made it to the ladies’ room. Before she’d gotten<br />
there, a middle-aged woman in a red Chanel suit with a “Save the<br />
Falcons” button pinned to it had stopped her.<br />
“Blair Waldorf?” the woman said, holding out her hand and smiling<br />
her best fundraising smile. “I’m Rebecca Agnelli, from the Central<br />
Park Save the Peregrine Falcon Foundation.”<br />
Talk about bad timing.<br />
Blair stared at the woman’s hand. Her own right hand was clapped<br />
over her mouth, holding in the vomit that threatened to spew out at<br />
any moment. She started to remove it so she could shake hands,<br />
but then a waiter walked <strong>by</strong> with sizzling skewers of spicy chicken,<br />
and Blair gagged.<br />
Blair squeezed her lips together to keep the puke from seeping out
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