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Blair regained her composure and pushed her plate toward him, reaching for her drink and downing the rest of it in one big swallow. “You can have the rest,” she said, and stood up. “Excuse me.” Then she clacked away in her heels to stick her finger down her throat in the ladies’ room. Some lady. Disclaimer: All the real names of places, people, and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent. Namely, me. hey people! I thought S looked cute in her picture in the Sunday Times Styles section. Although her teachers probably weren’t thrilled to see her double-fisting martinis on a school day. To tell you the truth, I’m kind of over the whole thing. I mean, isn’t it enough that we have to see that picture of her every time we use public transportation? Obviously you’re not over it yet, though. Your E-mail hey gg,i went to the show at the gallery and looked for ur picture. very sexy. i like ur column too. u rule.—Bigfan Dear Bigfan, As long as you are not a stalker, I guess I’m flattered. —GG Dear Gossip Girl, When I saw S ’s picture in the paper, I had an idea!! Are you S ? If you are, you are very sneaky. Also, my dad loves you and wants you to write a book. He’s got lots of connections. If you tell me who you are, he can make you famous. —JNYHY Hey JNYHY, You are very sneaky yourself. And not to brag or anything, but I’m already kind of famous. Infamous is more like it. All the more reason for me not to tell you who I am. —GG Sightings D was seen returning a gorgeous Armani tux at Barneys and renting a much less gorgeous one at a formal store. His sister J was seen buying underwear at La Petite Coquette, although she chickened out on the thong. N was seen buying a big bag of pot in Central Park. Tell me something new. B was seen in the J. Sisters salon getting another Brazilian wax. The old one must have started to itch. S was seen with her feet out her bedroom window, letting her toenails dry. I don’t think she’s ever spent this much time at home in her entire life. Maybe she should get a cat or something. Meow. TWO QUESTIONS First: If you knew about a party that you weren’t invited to, wouldn’t you go, just to piss people off? I would.
Second: If you’d made up your mind to go to the party, wouldn’t you want to really rub people’s noses in it by looking completely gorgeous and stealing everyone’s boyfriends? Definitely. But who knows what S will decide to do. That girl is full of surprises. . . . At least I’ve given us all something to think about while we’re getting our pedicures, plucking our eyebrows, and squeezing our zits. See you at the party! You know you love me, “Ugly, ugly, ugly,” Serena said, wadding her new black dress into a ball and tossing it onto her bed. A gorgeous Tocca dress? Come on, how ugly could it be? Each day that week, Serena had dressed in her maroon uniform, gone to school, come home, watched some TV, eaten dinner, watched some more TV, and gone to sleep. She even did some homework. She spoke to no one except her parents and her teachers and maybe a passing greeting to the girls at school. She was beginning to feel only half-there, like the shadow of her former self, a girl people had known once, but couldn’t quite remember anymore. And for the first time in her entire life, she felt ugly and awkward. Her eyes and hair looked dull to her, and her beautiful smile and cool demeanor had been roped off until further notice. Now it was Friday, the night of the Kiss on the Lips party. And the question she couldn’t answer: to go or not to go? It used to be, before fancy parties like this, Serena and her friends would spend half the night getting dressed together—swilling ginand-tonics, dancing around in their underwear, trying on crazy outfits. But tonight Serena rummaged through her closet alone. There was the pair of jeans with the rip in the leg where she’d snagged them on a barbed-wire fence in Ridgefield. There was the white satin dress she’d worn to the Christmas dance in ninth grade. Her brother’s old leather jacket. Her moldy tennis shoes that should have been thrown out two years ago. And what was this? A red wool sweater—Nate’s. Serena held it to her face and smelled it. It smelled like her, not him. Toward the back of the closet was a black velvet flapper dress that Serena had bought with Blair at a vintage store. It was a dress to wear while drinking and dancing and lounging around decoratively in a huge house full of people having a good time. It reminded Serena of the good-time gal she’d been when she bought the dress —her old self, the girl she’d been up until two weeks ago. She let her robe drop to the floor and slipped the dress on over her head.
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Burberry coat to Esther, the maid.
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turning into a loser. Serena steele
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unease. He was pretty sure the only
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coincidence, or what? —N00name De
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oy’s white oxford shirt was fraye
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socks felt damp inside his brown su
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Too pathetic for words. “Guess wh
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path to Yale or Harvard or Brown, w
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“Whatever,” Blair said, tucking
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“Hey guys,” Serena said, sittin
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eating less and less. Everything sh
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