Novels by Cecily von Ziegesar: Gossip Girl You Know You ... - Weebly
Novels by Cecily von Ziegesar: Gossip Girl You Know You ... - Weebly
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Chuck handed her a scarf, his trademark blue cashmere,<br />
monogrammed with the letters C.B. “Wrap it around your head,” he<br />
said. “Come on, let’s go.”<br />
Serena took the scarf and followed Chuck out to the elevator. They<br />
rode down in silence. Serena knew Chuck was disappointed that she<br />
was leaving, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t wait to get out into<br />
the fresh air and into her own bed.<br />
A cab pulled up, the Remi brothers’ poster in the box on the cab’s<br />
roof. Serena thought it looked like a close-up photograph of lips<br />
puckered into a kiss.<br />
“What’s that? Mars?” Chuck joked, pointing to it. He glanced at<br />
Serena without a trace of humor in his eyes. “No, it’s your anus!”<br />
Serena blinked at him. She couldn’t tell if Chuck trying to be funny<br />
or if that’s what he actually thought the picture was.<br />
Chuck held the cab door open for her, and she slid into the back<br />
seat.<br />
“Thanks, Chuck,” she said sweetly, “I’ll see you soon, okay?”<br />
“Whatever,” Chuck said. He leaned into the cab and pressed Serena<br />
against the seat. “What’s your problem anyway?” he hissed.<br />
“<strong>You</strong>’ve been fucking Nate Archibald since tenth grade, and I’m sure<br />
you did just about every guy at boarding school, and in France, too.<br />
What, are you like, too good to give me some?”<br />
Serena stared directly into Chuck’s eyes, seeing him as he really<br />
was for the first time. He’d always been hard to like, but she’d<br />
never actually hated him before.<br />
“That’s okay, I wouldn’t want to do it with you anyway,” Chuck<br />
sneered. “I hear you have diseases.”<br />
“Get away from me,” Serena hissed, putting her hands on his chest<br />
and shoving him away. She slammed the cab door shut in his face,<br />
and gave the driver her address.<br />
As the cab pulled away, Serena hugged herself, staring straight<br />
ahead through the rain-spattered windshield. When the taxi stopped<br />
at a light on the corner of Broadway and Spring, she opened the<br />
door, leaned out, and threw up into the gutter.<br />
That will teach her not to drink on an empty stomach.<br />
Chuck’s scarf swung from her neck and dangled in the puddle of<br />
pink vomit on the pavement. Serena pulled the scarf off, wiped her<br />
mouth on it, and stuffed it into her bag.<br />
“Gross,” she said, slamming the cab door closed again.<br />
“Tissue, miss?” the cab driver offered, passing a box of Kleenex<br />
back to her.<br />
Serena pulled one from the box and wiped her mouth with it.<br />
“Thanks,” she said.<br />
Then she sat back in the seat and closed her eyes, grateful, as