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Charlie puffed on the joint and passed it to Jeremy. Nate shot him
the ball and Charlie tripped over it. He was six feet tall, and his
head was too big for his body. People called him Frankenstein. Ever
the blond athletic one, even when he was stoned, Anthony dove for
the ball, kicked it up in the air and headed it at Jeremy. It hit Jeremy
in his puny chest and he let it roll to the ground, dribbling it
between his feet.
“Shit, this stuff is strong,” Jeremy said, hitching up his pants. They
were always sliding down below his skinny hips, no matter how
tightly he buckled his belt.
“Yeah, it is,” Nate agreed. “I’m all fucked up.” His feet were itchy. It
felt like the grass was growing through the rubber soles of his
sneakers.
Jeremy stopped dribbling the ball. “Hey, Nate. Have you seen
Serena van der Woodsen yet?” he asked. “I heard she’s back.”
Nate looked at the ball longingly, wishing he had it so he could
dribble it away across the field and pretend he hadn’t heard
Jeremy’s question. He could feel the other three boys staring at him.
He bent down and pulled his left shoe off so he could scratch the
bottom of his foot. Damn, it itched. “Yeah, I saw her Monday,” he
said casually, hopping up and down on one foot.
Charlie cleared his throat and spit in the grass. “What’d she look
like?” he asked. “I heard she got into all sorts of trouble up at
Hanover.”
“Me too,” Anthony said, sucking on the roach. “I heard she got
kicked out for having sex with this whole group of guys in her room.
Her roommate ratted her out.” He laughed. “Like, couldn’t she
afford a hotel room?”
Charlie laughed. “I heard she has a kid. I’m serious. She had it in
France and left it there. Her parents are paying to have it raised in
some fancy French convent. It’s like a fucking movie, man.”
Nate couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He dropped his shoe
and sat down in the grass. Then he took off his other shoe and
pulled off both of his socks. He didn’t say anything, he just sat
there, scratching his bare feet.
“Can you imagine Serena with all these guys in her dorm room?
Like, Ooh, baby. Harder, harder!” Jeremy fell down on the grass,
rubbing his skinny belly and cackling hysterically. “Oh, man!”
“Wonder if she even knows who the daddy is,” Anthony said.
“I heard there was a pretty major drug thing going on, too,” Charlie
said. “She was dealing and got addicted to whatever it was. She
was in rehab in Switzerland all summer. After the baby was born, I
guess.”
“Whoa, that is fucked up,” Jeremy said.