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

Nate cast his eyes around the room, taking in all the familiar wellloved
objects that he’d grown up seeing and forgotten all about.
The kilt-wearing teddy bear from Scotland that sat aristocratically
on Serena’s little dressing table. The big mahogany armoire with its
drawers half open and all her clothes spilling out of it. The little
brown burn mark he’d made in ninth grade on the white canopy
hanging from her bed.
On the floor by the door was Serena’s red velvet bag. The contents
had spilled out of it. A blue pack of Gauloise cigarettes. A twentydollar
bill. An Amex card. And a navy blue scarf with the letters C.B.
stitched on it in gold.
Why had she needed to borrow money from him when she had
twenty dollars with her? Nate wondered. And what the hell was she
doing with Chuck Bass’s scarf?
Nate turned over on his side and Serena moaned softly as her head
rolled back on the pillow. He studied her critically. She was so
beautiful and sexy and trusting, and so full of surprises. It was hard
to believe she was actually for real.
Serena reached up and put her arms around Nate’s neck, pulling
him toward her.
“Come on,” she murmured, her eyes still closed. “Sleep with me.”
Nate’s whole body tensed. He didn’t know if Serena meant just go
to sleep or sleep with her, but he was definitely aroused. Any boy in
his right mind would be, which is exactly what turned Nate off.
There was something so careless about the way Serena had said it.
Nate suddenly had no trouble imagining her doing the things he’d
heard she’d done. With Serena, anything was possible.
A glitter of silver caught his eye. It was the tiny silver box Serena
kept on her bedside table, full of her baby teeth. Every time he
came over, Nate used to open up the velvet-lined box to see if all
the teeth were still there. But not this time. From the look of things,
Serena wasn’t the same little girl who’d lost all those teeth.
Nate pulled away from her and stood up. He snatched up Chuck’s
scarf and tossed it on the bed, not noticing that it was streaked with
vomit. And then, without even looking at Serena again, he left,
slamming the door behind him.
Chicken.
At the sound of the door closing Serena opened her eyes and
breathed in the scent of her own barf. Gagging, she threw the
covers back and ran to the bathroom. She clutched the rim of her
white porcelain sink and heaved into it, her sides hurting with the
effort. Nothing came out. Serena turned on the shower as hot as it
would go and pulled her clammy Pucci dress over her head,
dropping it on the floor. All she needed was a good hot shower and