Novels by Cecily von Ziegesar: Gossip Girl You Know You ... - Weebly
Novels by Cecily von Ziegesar: Gossip Girl You Know You ... - Weebly Novels by Cecily von Ziegesar: Gossip Girl You Know You ... - Weebly
had the same poster in the lighted advertising box on its roof. Blair got in and slammed the door angrily. She could never get completely away—Serena was fucking everywhere. Serena reached for another cigarette and stuck it in her mouth with trembling fingers. Suddenly a pinky-ringed hand proffered a Zippo and lit the cigarette for her. The lighter was gold, with the monogram C.B. So was the ring. “Hey Serena. You look seriously hot,” Chuck Bass said. “What are you doing sitting here all by yourself?” Serena inhaled deeply, quelling her tears, and smiled. “Hey Chuck. I’m glad you’re here. Blair ditched me and now I’m all alone. Is anyone else coming?” Chuck clicked his lighter shut and put it in his pocket. He glanced around the room. “Who knows?” he said casually. “They could come, or they could not come.” He sat down in the armchair where Blair had been sitting. “You really do look hot,” he said again, staring at Serena’s legs like he wanted to eat them. “Thanks,” Serena said and laughed. It was kind of a relief to see that Chuck was still exactly the same, even if everyone else was acting like freaks. She had to love him for that. “Another round,” Chuck called over to Missy. “And put everything on my tab.” He handed Serena the twenty Blair had left on the table. “You can keep that,” he said. “But it’s Blair’s,” Serena said, taking the bill and looking at it. “Give it back to her, then,” Chuck said. Serena nodded and stuffed the bill into her red velvet handbag. “There you go,” Chuck said, when Missy put the drinks down. “Bottoms up!” He clinked glasses with Serena and poured scotch down his throat. “Oops,” she said, as her Cosmo sloshed onto her dress. “Damn.” Chuck grabbed his cocktail napkin and dabbed at the stain, which happened to be on her hip. “There, you can’t even see it,” he said, letting his hand linger near her crotch. Serena grabbed Chuck’s hand and put it back in his lap. “Thanks, Chuck,” she said. “I think I’m okay.” Chuck wasn’t even a tad embarrassed. He was unembarrassable. “Hey, let’s get one more drink and take it up to my suite, okay?” he offered. “I’ll tell the bar staff to tell anyone who comes to meet us up there. They know who my friends are.” Serena hesitated, thinking about what Blair had said about the Basses not liking people in their suite anymore. “Are you sure it’s okay?” she said. Chuck laughed and stood up, holding out his hand to her. “Of course
it’s okay. Come on.” Even though it was raining out and he was freezing his ass off, Nate was in no hurry to get to Blair’s house. It was pretty ironic, really. Here he was, a seventeen-year-old guy, about to have sex with his girlfriend for the first time (hers, anyway). He should have been running. She must know by now, he kept telling himself, over and over and over. How could she not? The whole city had to know by now that he had had sex with Serena. But if Blair knew, then why hadn’t she said anything? Thinking about it was driving Nate insane. He ducked into a liquor store on Madison Avenue and bought a half pint of Jack Daniels. He’d already smoked a little joint at home, but he’d need a shot of courage before he saw Blair. He had no idea what he was in for. Nate walked the rest of the way as slowly as he could, taking surreptitious sips from the bottle. Just before turning down Seventysecond Street to her apartment, he bought Blair a rose. Chuck ordered another round of drinks from the bar, and Serena followed him into the elevator and up to the Basses’ ninth-floor suite. It looked exactly the same as it always had: living room with entertainment center and bar; huge bedroom with king-sized bed and another entertainment center, as if they needed two; huge marble bathroom with hot tub and two fluffy white bathrobes. That was other great thing Serena loved about hotels—the bathrobes. Doesn’t everyone? On the coffee table in the living room was a pile of photographs. Serena recognized Nate’s face in the top one and she picked them up and shuffled through them. Chuck glanced at the pictures over her shoulder. “Last year,” he said, shaking his head. “We were pretty crazy.” Blair, Nate, Chuck, Isabel, Kati, everyone was in them, naked in the hot tub, dancing in their underwear, drinking champagne in bed. They were all party shots from last year—the date was in the corner of each one—and they were all taken in the suite. So Blair had lied. Everyone did still party in the Basses’ suite, same as always. And Blair wasn’t the little goody-goody she pretended to be either with her mock SAT and her prim black cardigan. In one picture Blair was wearing only her underwear, jumping up and down on the bed with a magnum of champagne in her hand. Serena gulped her drink and sat down on one end of the couch. Chuck sat down at the other end and pulled her feet into his lap.
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it’s okay. Come on.”<br />
Even though it was raining out and he was freezing his ass off, Nate<br />
was in no hurry to get to Blair’s house. It was pretty ironic, really.<br />
Here he was, a seventeen-year-old guy, about to have sex with his<br />
girlfriend for the first time (hers, anyway). He should have been<br />
running.<br />
She must know <strong>by</strong> now, he kept telling himself, over and over and<br />
over. How could she not? The whole city had to know <strong>by</strong> now that<br />
he had had sex with Serena. But if Blair knew, then why hadn’t she<br />
said anything?<br />
Thinking about it was driving Nate insane.<br />
He ducked into a liquor store on Madison Avenue and bought a half<br />
pint of Jack Daniels. He’d already smoked a little joint at home, but<br />
he’d need a shot of courage before he saw Blair. He had no idea<br />
what he was in for.<br />
Nate walked the rest of the way as slowly as he could, taking<br />
surreptitious sips from the bottle. Just before turning down Seventysecond<br />
Street to her apartment, he bought Blair a rose.<br />
Chuck ordered another round of drinks from the bar, and Serena<br />
followed him into the elevator and up to the Basses’ ninth-floor<br />
suite. It looked exactly the same as it always had: living room with<br />
entertainment center and bar; huge bedroom with king-sized bed<br />
and another entertainment center, as if they needed two; huge<br />
marble bathroom with hot tub and two fluffy white bathrobes. That<br />
was other great thing Serena loved about hotels—the bathrobes.<br />
Doesn’t everyone?<br />
On the coffee table in the living room was a pile of photographs.<br />
Serena recognized Nate’s face in the top one and she picked them<br />
up and shuffled through them.<br />
Chuck glanced at the pictures over her shoulder. “Last year,” he<br />
said, shaking his head. “We were pretty crazy.”<br />
Blair, Nate, Chuck, Isabel, Kati, everyone was in them, naked in the<br />
hot tub, dancing in their underwear, drinking champagne in bed.<br />
They were all party shots from last year—the date was in the corner<br />
of each one—and they were all taken in the suite.<br />
So Blair had lied. Everyone did still party in the Basses’ suite, same<br />
as always. And Blair wasn’t the little goody-goody she pretended to<br />
be either with her mock SAT and her prim black cardigan. In one<br />
picture Blair was wearing only her underwear, jumping up and down<br />
on the bed with a magnum of champagne in her hand.<br />
Serena gulped her drink and sat down on one end of the couch.<br />
Chuck sat down at the other end and pulled her feet into his lap.
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