double shifts at the local Kinko？s copy shop to earn enough money to buy her first digital video
camera。 Blair had spent her summers playing tennis on her father？s estate in Newport； Rhode
Island； or helping Serena filch bottles of Stoli out of the liquor cabinet in Serena？s Ridgefield；
Connecticut； country house。 Blair modeled herself after Audrey Hepburn； and her favorite color
was bright pink。 Vanessa modeled herself after no one； except maybe the great Swedish
avant…garde filmmaker Ingmar Bergman； and wore only black。 They couldn？t have been more
different。
？No。？ Blair shrugged； allowing a small smile to play on her foxlike face。 ？Why would I be
mad？？
Vanessa padded into the kitchen and retrieved one of the waterlogged tofu pups Aaron had left in
the pot on the stove； eating half of it in one bite。 She？d developed a taste for them since hooking
up with Aaron。 ？Want one？？ she offered both Blair and Dan； waggling it at them like a chewed…on
finger。
Gee； thanks。
？I？m good；？ Dan mumbled； fumbling with his rumpled pants。
Blair flapped her hands at the tofu pup； the half…naked Dan and his icky hickey； the
dingy…despite…its…new…coat…of…paint apartment； and all of Williamsburg outside。 ？It？s just not me；？
she tried to explain。
Vanessa nodded slowly。 Ever since Blair had found Serena and Nate colluding in the pool house
bathtub at Isabel Coates？s Hamptons beach house； she？d been acting a little manic。 ？Are you sure
the Yale Club will even take you？ It？s not like you？re an alumna yet。？
Blair shoved an armload of jewel…toned Juicy Couture tracksuits into her already…heaving duffel
bag。 She used to be so sensitive about the subject of Yale； but that was before she got in。 ？My
dad？s a member。 They？ll take me or he？ll kick their asses。？
Vanessa was still watching her。 Blair could hear the ticking of the electric clock on the old
stove。 ？Oh。 I almost forgot。？ She picked up the Browns of London shopping bag she？d lugged all
the way home from school。
Not that she？d actually walked all the way。
？I got you a dress for graduation。 It was too perfect； and I figured you didn？t know where to buy
anything that isn？t black。 I even have the perfect shoes you can have to go with it。？
Vanessa tugged the white…tissue…wrapped bundle out of the bag and shook out the dress。 Even
though it was white； it was awesome。 Sort of Morticia…Addams…meets…Bride…of…Frankenstein。 Of
course； she didn？t have the heart to tell Blair that Aaron had proposed they leave town before
graduation even happened。
And we thought she？d forgotten all about that。
Vanessa stood on one foot and scratched the back of her calf with the black…painted toenails of
her other foot； still holding the dress。 She was already freaking out about graduating and what lay
ahead； and now this。 ？Shit。 This is sad。？ She threw her arms around Blair。 ？I？m going to miss
you。？
Blair hugged her back。 ？Look； we？re practically the same height；？ she murmured gently； giving
Vanessa？s doughy half…naked body an affectionate squeeze。 ？We？ll totally be next to each other in
the graduation lineup。？
Vanessa smiled and wiped away a stray tear。 She pointed to one of the myriad pairs of Manolo
stilettos scattered on the dusty wooden floor。 ？Not when you wear those。？
？Well； you can always borrow a pair；？ Blair offered gently。 The two girls laughed； and in an
instant all was forgiven。 Even the loud sex with Aaron last night and the random sex with Dan on
the roof in what was supposed to have been Blair and Vanessa？s special spot。 If that was what she
needed to do to fend off pregraduation jitters； then so be it。
？I？m going to take a shower；？ Dan announced； even though neither of the girls was paying any
attention to him。
Vanessa picked up the black jean skirt Blair had discarded on the floor and pulled it over her butt
without even attempting to button it。 Then she slung the handles of one of the Louis Vuitton duffel
bags and two of the Barneys bags full of shoes over her shoulder。 ？e on。 I？ll help you carry
your bags downstairs。？
Chuck was waiting on the corner behind the wheel of his new silver convertible Jag？an early
graduation present。 The car looked pletely incongruous with the funkily rundown
neighborhood。 He popped open the trunk and the girls dropped Blair？s bags inside。
？I left some other stuff for you in the closet。？ Blair gave her classmate a quick hug。 ？See you
tomorrow in English。？
Vanessa hugged her back。 ？See you tomorrow； bitchface；？ she answered tenderly。
Blair watched the graffitied door slam closed behind her as Vanessa went inside。 Then she
opened the Jag？s passenger…side door。
？I heard that back in the forties all the alums used to keep prostitutes at the Yale Club；？ Chuck
announced as Blair reached for her seat belt。 ？And they didn？t even have a ladies？ room。？ He
pulled away from the curb and slipped his hand over Blair？s bare knee。 ？I knew it would never
last。 You？re a boy？s girl； not a girl？s girl。？
Blair shoved his hand away and rolled her blue eyes in annoyance。 Chuck was and always would
be a slimeball； tolerated only because he and Blair and the rest of their ilk had all been born at
Lenox Hill Hospital at Seventy…seventh and Park and had all gone to nursery school together。
They？d attended dancing school together and vacationed with their families in St。 Barts。 Their
parents were on the boards of the Metropolitan Museum and the Metropolitan Opera； and they all
spoke the same unspoken language。 But unlike his other Upper East Side cohorts； Chuck had
failed to get into any of the private colleges he？d applied to。 His parents were sending him to a
random military academy in northern New Jersey instead。 So it was easy to understand why he
was so critical of the Yale Club： He was a teensy bit jealous。
You think？
Justin Timberlake？s new CD was playing on the Blaupunkt car stereo； and Blair turned it up as
loud as it would go。 Chuck put his hand on her knee again as they approached the Williamsburg
Bridge。 She picked it up and put it on the gearshift。 Had Chuck confused her with a slut like
Serena； who had no morals and would fool around with a boy just because he was good…looking
and she was vaguely horny？ ？Drive；？ she ordered。 ？Just drive。？ She folded her hands primly in her
lap。 She wasn？t like that。
Oh； wasn？t she？
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Disclaimer： All the real names of places； people； and events have been altered or abbreviated to
protect the innocent。 Namely； me。
hey people！
Don？t know much about nothing but s…e…x
Finals are next week and no one seems to care。 Instead of staying in and memorizing time lines
for AP American history or irregular conjugations for French； everyone？s staying in； ordering
Chinese food； and going to bed ？ with a friend。 We？re such a predictable bunch。 But what better
way to get rid of prefinals and pregraduation stress？
Did someone mention gifts？
Graduation？the actual ceremony； I mean？is really for the parents。 The gifts we get for graduating
make sitting through it totally worthwhile。 Let？s guess what some of our favorite people are
asking Mom and Dad for。？
B：She claims to be over men； but what she really wants is a new hunky boyfriend。 One that
wouldn？t cheat on her with her best friend at a party in a bathtub。
V：An alternative…boy calendar so she can keep them all straight。
N：A lifetime supply of Kleenex with a nice blue plaid Ralph Lauren Kleenex…box holder。
D：A used Hyundai； a driver？s license ？ oh； and a life。
S：A hobby other than stealing her best friend？s boyfriend。 Whatever happened to her
modeling/acting career； anyway？
J：Wait； she？s not graduating。 But she still needs a school to go to next year。
Something we all want： a single gigantic； fantabulous party for everyone to go to。 None of that
irritating never…get…to…finish…your…drink party…hopping business。 Let？s just f