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Too pathetic for words.
“Guess who I saw last night?” Chuck said, blowing out a stream of
gray smoke.
“Liv Tyler?” Jeffrey said.
“Yeah, and she was all over you, right?” Roger laughed.
“No, not her. Serena van der Woodsen,” Chuck said.
Dan’s ears perked up. He was about to head inside for class, but he
lit another cigarette and stayed put so he could listen.
“Blair Waldorf’s mom had this little party, and Serena was there
with her parents,” Chuck continued. “And she was all over me.
She’s, like, the sluttiest girl I’ve ever met.” Chuck took another toke
on his smoke.
“Really?” Jeffrey said.
“Yes, really. First of all, I just found out that she’s been fucking Nate
Archibald since tenth grade. And she’s definitely gotten an
education at boarding school, if you know what I mean. They had to
get rid of her, she’s so slutty.”
“No way,” Roger said. “Come on, dude, you don’t get kicked out for
being a slut.”
“You do if you keep a record of every boy you slept with and get
them hooked on the same drugs you’re doing. Her parents had to
go up there and get her. She was, like, taking over the school!”
Chuck was getting really worked up. His face was turning red and
he was spitting as he talked.
“I heard she’s got diseases, too,” he added. “Like, STDs. Someone
saw her going into a clinic in the East Village. She was wearing a
wig.”
Chuck’s friends shook their heads, grunting in amazement.
Dan had never heard such crap. Serena was no slut; she was
perfect, wasn’t she? Wasn’t she?
That’s yet to be determined.
“So, you guys hear about that bird party?” Roger asked. “You
going?”
“What bird party?” Jeffrey said.
“That thing for the Central Park peregrine falcons?” Chuck said.
“Yeah, Blair was telling me about it. It’s in the old Barneys store.”
He took another drag on his cigarette. “Dude, everybody’s going.”
Everybody didn’t include Dan, of course. But it very definitely
included Serena van der Woodsen.
“They’re sending out the invitations this week,” Roger said. “It has a
funny name, I can’t remember what it is, something girly.”
“Kiss on the Lips,” Chuck said, stubbing out his cigarette with his
obnoxious Church’s of England shoes. “It’s the Kiss on the Lips
party.”