gossip girl 7 英文- 第14节

Jeremy；　Charlie；　and　Anthony　would　not　shut　up　about　Bermuda；　so　when　they　got　onboard　the　
Charlotte；　named　after　Nate's　paternal　grandmother；　Nate　did　a　search　for　ports　in　Bermuda　on　the　
boat's　puter　and　then　programmed　Horseshoe　Bay　into　the　navigational　system。　He　set　the　
motor　for　。5　miles　per　hour。　That　meant　they　were　headed　to　Bermuda　very　slowly。　In　fact；　even　
though　they'd　left　the　dock　in　lower　Manhattan　nearly　twenty　hours　ago；　they　were　only　drifting　
past　Coney　Island；　in　Brooklyn。　

Friday　night　had　oozed　into　Saturday　night；　and　the　sun　hung　low　over　Staten　Island　as　the　
sailboat　motored　slowly　southward。　The　air　was　cooler　than　on　land　and　smelled　like　wet　dog。　
Nate　and　everyone　else　on　the　boat　remained　stoned；　sprawled　on　deck　wit　their　eyes　half　closed　
and　their　mouths　hanging　lazily　open；　or　drifting　languidly　below　decks　in　bare　feet　to　replenish　


their　stashes　of　beer　and　snacks。　

It　had　dawned　only　recently　that　Blair　wasn't　onboard。　He　recalled　that　she'd　called　him　last　night　
from　the　Plaza；　and　that　he'd　sort　of　blown　off　meeting　her。　Of　course　he　would　have　called　her；　
but　his　cell　phone　was　missing；　and　when　he　tried　to　use　Jeremy's　phone；　he　discovered　that　he'd　
only　ever　speed…dialed　Blair　from　his　stored　address　book；　and　he　didn't　even　know　her　number。　
And　when　you've　been　stoned　for　almost　twenty…four　hours；　doing　something　like　calling　
information　to　find　your　girlfriends　number　seems　impossibly　plicated。　

Hello；　lameness？　

Nate　and　his　father　had　built　the　Charlotte　themselves；　up　on　the　Archibald　pound　on　Mt。　
Desert　Island；　Maine。　It　was　one…hundred…and…ten…foot　ketch；　huge　enough　to　fortably　ferry　
one　hundred…plus　passengers　from　Battery　Park　City　to　the　Hamptons；　or　seventten　high…school　
kids　to　Bermuda。　In　preparation　for　the　uping　cruise　to　the　Hamptons；　the　kitchen　had　been　
fully　stocked　with　artisanal　cheeses；　Carrs　table　water　crackers；　smoked　oysters；　Belgian　beer；　
Veuve　Clicquot　champagne；　and　vintage　scotch。　The　four　bathrooms　were　equipped　with　hot　
showers；　navy　blue　Frette　towels；　and　handmade　shell…shaped　mini　soaps　with　CHARLOTTE　
printed　on　them　in　gold。　The　cabin　was　equipped　with　the　latest　puter　mapping　and　
munication　systems；　and　there　were　state…of…the…art　sound　systems　both　on　deck　and　below　
decks。　

After　a　dinner　of　beer；　Brie；　and　potato　chips；　Nate　passed　up　another　session　of　bong　hits　with　his　
buddies　and　climbed　up　into　the　crow's　nest　at　the　top　of　taller　of　the　boat's　two　masts。　He　sat　
down　and　hugged　his　knees；　contemplating　the　situation　from　up　high。　Since　they　were　only　
drifting；　he　was　pretty　sure　they　weren't　going　to　get　farther　than　the　New　Jersey　Shore　before　
Monday；　which　was　fine　with　him。　He　was　also　pretty　sure　he　was　just　about　to　miss　that　Yale　
party　he　was　supposed　to　go　to　with　his　parents。　And　he'd　probably　missed　a　whole　slew　of　Blair's　
pissed…off；　upset；　and　maybe　even　worried　calls。　

Probably。　

Nate　had　the　nagging　feeling　that　his　little　foray　onboard　the　Charlotte　had　been　kind　of　a　mistake。　
The　crew　would　be　frantic　to　find　the　boat　missing；　and　his　dad　would　be　pissed　as　hell。　But　as　
long　as　they　were　back　by　the　time　the　Hamptons　cruise　was　supposed　to　start；　there　was　no　harm　
done；　right？　He　lifted　up　his　worn　black　T…shirt　and　checked　to　see　if　the　hickey　Blair　had　left　on　
his　belly　the　day　before　was　still　there。　A　shade　lighter；　but　yes；　still　there。　Just　thinking　about　
Blair　eased　his　mind。　Even　if　she　was　pissed　off　at　him　eighty　percent　of　the　time；　they　would　stay　
together　for　always；　and　hopefully　even　go　to　Yale　together。　How　good　it　was；　he　thought；　as　only　
a　par…baked　boy　can；　knowing　you　had　someone's　hand　to　hold　when　you　were　about　to　step　into　
the　big　bad　unknown。　

〃Peace；　dude！〃　a　girl's　voice　called　up　to　him　from　the　deck。　〃Alors；　I　found　some　Oreos　for　our　
desert！〃　


Nate　peered　down　at　Lexie。　From　where　he　was　sat　she　looked　very　small　and　bright…eyed；　like　a　
little　girl。　All　over　the　deck；　groups　of　guys　and　a　few　girls　were　smoking　and　drinking　blond　
Belgian　beer　out　of　crystal　beer　steins。　In　the　aft　of　the　boat　the　lazy　music　of　one　of　Nate's　mom's　
French　jazz　CDs　wafted　out　of　Bose　waterproof　speakers。　

〃Want　one？〃　Lexie　added。　〃I　can　climb　up。〃　

For　a　moment；　Nate　didn't　respond。　He　shifted　his　gaze　to　the　brightly　lit　Coney　Island　Ferris　
wheel；　turning　slowly　round　and　round　across　the　twinkling；　greenish…brown　water。　

He　was　pretty　sure　he　didn't　want　Lexie　to　join　him　in　the　crow's　nest。　First　of　all；　there　was　hardly　
room　up　there　for　one　person；　second　of　all；　if　she　did；　the　obvious　thing　would　be　for　him　to　kiss　
her；　because　she　was　pretty　and　had　that　sexy　tattoo；　and　because　she　so　obviously　had　a　crush　on　
him。　

But　these　days　he　really　didn't　feel　like　kissing　anyone　but　Blair。　After　all；　he　and　Blair　were　
supposed　to　going　to　college　together　and　getting　married。　They　were　going　to　spend　their　whole　
lives　together。　

Wait。　Is　he；　like　having　some　sort　of　epiphany？　

Nate　stood　up　and　began　to　climb　down　out　of　the　crow's　nest。　He　couldn't　sit　up　there　all　night；　
waiting　for　the　boat　to　turn　itself　around。　Not　when　Blair　was　waiting　for　him；　not　when　he　had　his　
whole　future　ahead　of　him　

He　jumped　down　the　ladder　and　Lexie　handed　him　an　Oreo。　〃The　water　makes　me　feel　so　free；〃　
she　declared　swaying　slightly　as　the　Charlotte　drifted　over　a　patch　of　rough　water。　Her　tie…dyed　
dress　had　somehow　loosened　or　gotten　torn；　and　the　cap　sleeves　drooped　down　over　the　tops　of　her　
arms；　revealing　her　tanned　shoulders　and　making　the　most　of　her　tiny　sun；　moon；　and　stars　tattoo。　

Nate　took　an　Oreo；　pulled　the　two　halves　apart；　and　licked　the　white　icing　inside。　Yes；　he　had　his　
whole　future　ahead　of　him；　but　sometimes　it's　important　to　enjoy　the　simple　things　in　life。　

THE　ISLE　OF　B　



〃Will　you　be　dining　here　tonight；　or　shall　we　have　your　food　sent　down　to　your　rooms　at　the　Plaza；　
miss？〃　Aaron　asked　in　his　best　hoity…toity　English　butler　voice。　

Blair　glared　at　the　annoying　dreadlocked　head　that　had　poked　its　way　into　her　so…called　bedroom。　
〃Actually；　I'm　going　out；〃　she　replied；　yanking　her　never…worn　Calvin　Klein　navy　blue　satin　slip　
dress　out　of　her　closet。　Nate　was　till　MIA　and　she'd　just　had　the　humiliating　experience　of　taking　a　
cab　home　from　the　Plaza　in　her　school　Uniform；　even　though　it　was　Saturday　and　there　was　no　
school。　

Girls　who　must　wear　uniforms　to　school　try　their　hardest　not　to　be　seen　in　uniform　outside　of　
school　hours；　and　especially　not　on　weekends。　

Earlier　that　afternoon　she's　actually　had　a　par　of　Earl　jeans　delivered　to　her　room　at　the　Plaza　
directly　from　Barneys　Co…op；　but　when　the　jeans　arrived　they　were　totally　different　style　than　the　
ones　she　was　used　to　wearing…　pencil　straight　and　meant　to　ride　so　low　that　at　least　six　inches　of　
her　butt　crack　would　show。　Blair　could　barely　get　them　over　her　knees。　And；　with　only　her　school　
uniform；　her　La　Perla　underwear；　and　a　white　terrycloth　Plaza　Hotel　bathrobe　to　wear；　and　nothing　
to　do　but　watch　TV　for　sixteen　hours　straight；　she'd　slowly　been　going　insane。　The　Yale　party　
Serena　had　mentioned　would　offer　a　wele　escape；　as　well　as　provide　an　opportunity　to　take　
revenge　on　Nate。　

Roll　camera。　

She'd　arrive　at　the　party　in　a　cloud　of　perfume　and　cigarette　smoke；　like　some　sort　of　genie；　
wearing　something　so　adorably　irresistible　that　all　the　ining　freshmen　boys　and　even　the　
stodgy　old　Yale　alumnae　at　the　party　would　toss　back　their　scotches　and　fall　on　their　knees　at　her　
immaculately　manicured　feet。　She'd　have　a　torrid；　newsworthy　affair　with　the　handsomest；　most　
influential　one　in　the　bunch；　making　sure　Nate　heard　all　about　it；　and　then　demand　that　the　
aforementioned　alumnus　secure　her　acceptance　at　Yale。　Then　she'd　tell　Nate　to　go　fuck　himself　
and　go　to　Brown　or　someplace　even　further　away；　because　she　honestly　never　wanted　to　see　his　
sorry　face　again。　

〃Nate's　mom　called。　She　was　kind　of　snippy。　She　said　she'd　appreciate　it　if　you　and　Nate　showed　
up　at　the　Yale　Loves　New　York　party　tonight；〃　Aaron　informed　her。　

Huh？　

B