Novels by Cecily von Ziegesar: Gossip Girl You Know You ... - Weebly

After all, the world they lived in took care of its own.
Serena pulled the cigarette out of her mouth, dropped it on the floor
and began walking toward Blair. When they were face to face, she
stopped and fished the twenty-dollar bill out of her bag. “Here,” she
said, handing it to Blair. “This is yours.” And then, without another
word, she kept on walking, heading for the ladies’ room to splash
some cold water on her face.
Blair looked down at the bill in her hand and stopped smiling.
Over by the door, Rebecca Agnelli from the Central Park Save the
Peregrine Falcon Foundation was just putting on her mink coat and
kissing Kati and Isabel goodnight. Blair walked over and pressed the
twenty-dollar bill into her hand.
“That’s for the birds,” Blair said with her fakest smile. “Don’t forget
your gift bag!”
Serena turned on the tap and splashed her face over and over with
cool clean water. It felt so good she wanted to peel off all her
clothes and jump in.
She leaned against the row of sinks, patting her face dry. Her gaze
slipped to the floor, where she saw a pair of black wing-tipped
shoes, the fringed end of a blue scarf, and a girl’s black handbag.
Serena rolled her eyes and walked over. “Chuck, is that you?” she
said into the crack in the door. “Who’ve you got in there with you?”
A girl gasped.
“Shit,” Serena heard Chuck say.
Chuck had stood Jenny up on the toilet-seat lid in the end stall and
pulled her dress down so he could get at those massive jugs.
Serena had come at the worst possible time.
Chuck pushed open the stall door a few inches. “Fuck off,” he
growled.
Behind him Serena could see little Jenny Humphrey, her dress
pulled down around her waist, her arms hugging herself, looking
terrified.
Someone pushed open the bathroom door. “Jenny? Are you in
here?” Dan called.
Serena suddenly registered: Jenny was Dan’s sister. No wonder
she’d sounded weird on the phone. She was about to be mauled by
Chuck.
“I’m here,” Jenny whimpered.
“Get out of here,” Serena snapped at Chuck, pulling the door open
just wide enough for him to get past her.
Chuck pushed by her, knocking her against the stall door. “Well,
excuse me, bitch,” he hissed. “Next time I’ll be sure to ask your
permission.”