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unease. He was pretty sure the only thing girls talked about in the
bathroom was sex.
And mostly, he’d be right.
Blair kneeled over the toilet and stuck her middle finger as far down
her throat as it would go. Her eyes began to tear and then her
stomach convulsed. She’d done this before, many times. It was
disgusting and horrible, and she knew she shouldn’t do it, but at
least she’d feel better when it was over.
The door to her bathroom was only half closed, and Serena could
hear her friend retching inside.
“Blair, it’s me,” Serena said quietly. “Are you okay?”
“I’ll be out in a minute,” Blair snapped, wiping her mouth. She stood
up and flushed the toilet.
Serena pushed the door open and Blair turned and glared at her.
“I’m fine,” Blair said. “Really.”
Serena put the lid down on the toilet seat and sat down. “Oh, don’t
be such a bitch, Blair,” she said, exasperated. “What’s the deal? It’s
me, remember? We know everything about each other.”
Blair reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste. “We used to,” she
said and began brushing her teeth furiously. She spat out a wad of
green foam. “When was the last time we talked, anyway? Like, the
summer before last?”
Serena looked down at her scuffed brown leather boots. “I know. I’m
sorry. I suck,” she said.
Blair rinsed her toothbrush off and stuck it back in the holder. She
stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Well, you missed a
lot,” she said, wiping a smudge of mascara from beneath her eye
with the tip of her pinky. “I mean, last year was really . . . different.”
She’d been about to say “hard,” but “hard” made her sound like a
victim. Like she’d barely survived without Serena around.
“Different” was better.
Blair glanced down at Serena sitting on the toilet, with a sudden
sense of power. “Nate and I have become really close, you know.
We tell each other everything.”
Yeah, right.
The two girls eyed each other warily for a moment. Then Serena
shrugged. “Well don’t worry about me and Nate,” she said. “We’re
just friends, you know that. And besides, I’m tired of boys.”
The corners of Blair’s mouth curled up. Serena obviously wanted
her to ask why, why was she tired of boys? But Blair wasn’t going to
give her the satisfaction. She tugged her sweater down and glanced
at her reflection one more time. “I’ll see you back in there,” she
said, and abruptly left the bathroom.
Shit, Serena thought, but she stayed where she was. It was no use