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

“I mean, don’t you always think about what everyone’s doing in
their rooms? Like, they could be watching pornos and eating cheese
doodles, or they could be having kinky sex in the bathroom. Or
maybe they’re just asleep.”
“Uh-huh,” said Blair disinterestedly, gulping her drink. She would
have to get a little drunk if she were going to make it through the
night, especially the naked part. “So what’s this about your picture
being all over buses and stuff?” Blair said. “I haven’t seen it.”
Serena giggled and leaned toward Blair confidentially. “Even if you
saw it, you probably wouldn’t recognize me. It has my name on it,
but it’s not a picture of my face.”
Blair frowned. “I don’t get it,” she said.
“It’s art,” Serena said mysteriously, and giggled again. She took a
sip of her drink.
The two girls’ faces were only inches apart, and Blair could smell
the musky essential-oil mixture Serena had started wearing.
“I still don’t get it. Is it something dirty?” Blair said, confused.
“Not really,” Serena answered with a sly smile. “Lots of people have
had theirs done too. You know—celebrities.”
“Like who?” Blair said.
“Like Madonna, and Eminem, and Christina Aguilera.”
“Oh,” Blair said, sounding unimpressed.
Serena’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she
demanded.
Blair lifted her chin and tucked her straight brown hair behind her
ears. “I don’t know, it’s like you’re willing to do anything just to
shock people. Don’t you have any pride?”
Serena shook her head, still staring at Blair. “Like what? What have I
done?” she said, frantically gnawing on her fingernails.
“Like getting kicked out of boarding school,” Blair said vaguely.
Serena snorted. “What’s so bad about that? Tons of people get
kicked out every year. They have so many stupid rules, it’s almost
impossible not to get kicked out.”
Blair pressed her lips together, measuring her words carefully. “I
don’t mean that, I mean why you got kicked out.” There. She had
done it. She had committed herself now. She was going to have to
sit and listen to Serena tell her all about the cults she had joined,
and the boys she’d had sex with, and the drugs she had done. Shit.
Don’t believe for a minute that she wasn’t curious, though.
Blair fiddled with the ruby ring on her finger, turning it round and
round. Serena raised her glass at Missy, asking for another drink.
“Blair,” Serena said. “The only reason I got kicked out was because I
didn’t show up at the beginning of school. I stayed in France. My
parents didn’t even know. I was supposed to fly back at the end of