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Vanessa said. “Aren’t you going?”
“Nah,” Serena answered. “I wasn’t invited.”
Vanessa nodded, processing this information. Serena van der
Woodsen wasn’t invited? Maybe she wasn’t so bad after all.
“Well, do you want to come out with us tonight?” Vanessa offered
before she could stop herself. “Me and my big sister are going to a
bar here in Williamsburg. Her band is playing.”
“I’d love to,” Serena said.
Vanessa gave her the address of The Five and Dime—the bar her
sister was playing in—and hung up the phone.
Life was so strange. One day you could be picking your nose and
eating donuts, and the next day you could be hanging out with
Serena van der Woodsen. She picked up the red shirt, pulled it on
over her head, and looked in the mirror. She looked like a tulip. A
tulip with a stubbly black head.
“Dan will like it,” her sister Ruby told her, standing in the doorway.
She handed Vanessa a tube of dark red lipstick. Vamp.
“Well, Dan’s not coming out tonight,” Vanessa said, smirking at her
sister. She dabbed on the lipstick and rubbed her lips together. “He
has to take his little sister to some fancy ball.”
She checked herself out in the mirror once more. The lipstick made
her big brown eyes look even bigger, and the shirt was kind of cool,
in a loud, look-at-me way.
Vanessa stuck out her chest and smiled invitingly at her reflection.
Maybe I’ll get lucky, she thought. Or maybe not.
“I have a friend coming to meet us,” Vanessa informed her sister.
“Boy or girl?” Ruby asked, turning around to check out her butt in
the mirror.
“Girl.”
“Name?” said Ruby.
“Serena van der Woodsen,” Vanessa mumbled.
“The girl whose picture is all over town?” Ruby said, clearly
delighted.
“Yeah, that’s her,” Vanessa said.
“Well, I bet she’s pretty cool,” Ruby said, rubbing hair gel into her
thick black bangs.
“Maybe,” Vanessa replied. “I guess we’ll find out.”
“What fantastic flowers,” said Becky Dormand, a junior at
Constance. She kissed Blair on both cheeks. “And what a hot dress!”
“Thanks, Beck,” Blair said, looking down at the green satin sheath
she was wearing. She had gotten her period that morning, but she
had to wear extremely flimsy underwear with her dress. It made her
nervous.