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

Nate stood there with his hands in his pockets.
“That’s all right, kid. I’m not going to give you a lecture or anything.
This is my future stepdaughter we’re talking about. I’m sure as hell
not going to tell you how to get into her pants.”
Cyrus chuckled to himself and left the bathroom, leaving Nate to
stare after him. He wondered if Blair knew Cyrus was planning on
marrying her mother.
Nate turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face. He
studied himself in the mirror. He’d been up late last night with the
boys, playing stupid drinking games to Tomb Raider. Every time
they saw Angelina Jolie’s nipples, they had to drink. He’d tried to
drown his thoughts of Blair and Serena in as much booze as he
could swallow, and now he was paying for it. His face was pale,
there were brownish-purple circles under his eyes, and his cheeks
were hollow. He looked like shit.
As soon as this damned brunch was over, he was heading into the
park for a smoke in the sun and couple of tall-boys. The perfect
cure-all.
But first he’d have to flirt with Blair a little bit. Enough to make her
want him again.
Atta boy.
Instead of going back to her table when she left the ladies’ room,
Blair wound her way across the room, looking for Kati and Isabel’s
table.
“Blair! Over here!” Kati called, patting the empty chair next to her.
Their parents and friends were working the room, socializing, so the
girls had the table to themselves.
“Here,” Isabel said, handing Blair a glass full of champagne and
orange juice.
“Thanks,” Blair said, taking a sip.
“Jeremy Scott Tomkinson just came over and tried to get us to come
to the park with him,” Kati said. She giggled. “He’s kind of cute, you
know, in a Waspoid kind of way.”
Hey, cool word!
Isabel turned to Blair, rolling her eyes. “Isn’t this boring? How’s your
table?”
“Don’t ask,” Blair said. “Guess who I’m sitting with?”
The other two girls sniggered; they didn’t have to guess.
“Have you seen that billboard of her?” Isabel asked Blair.
Blair nodded and rolled her eyes.
“What’s it supposed to be, anyway?” Kati said. “Her belly button?”
Blair still had no idea. “Who cares?”
“She has no shame,” Isabel ventured. “I actually feel kind of sorry