And so did Serena？she just hadn？t realized it until now。 Serena shuddered and her perfect skin
broke out in a rash of goose bumps。 Her whole body seemed to be having an adverse reaction to
the idea of revealing something she？d kept so well hidden for so long； even from herself。
Nate wrapped his lacrosse…toned arms around her long； narrow waist and pulled her close；
tucking her pale gold head into the crook of his neck and massaging the ruts between the ribs on
her back with his fingertips。 The best thing about Serena was her total lack of embarrassing flab。
Her entire body was as long and lean and taut as the strings on his Prince titanium tennis racket。
It was painful having such a ridiculously hot best friend。 Why couldn？t his best friend be some
lard…assed dude with zits and dandruff？ Instead he had Serena and Blair Waldorf； hands down the
two hottest girls on the Upper East Side； and maybe all of Manhattan； or even the whole world。
Serena was an absolute goddess？every guy Nate knew talked about her？but she was mysterious。
She？d laugh for hours if she spotted a cloud shaped like a toilet seat or something equally
ridiculous； and the next moment she？d be wistful and sad。 It was impossible to tell what she was
thinking most of the time。 Sometimes Nate wondered if she would？ve been more fortable in a
body that was slightly less perfect； because it would？ve given her moreincentive ； to use an SAT
vocabulary word。 Like she wasn？t sure what she had to aspire to； since she basically had
everything a girl could possibly want。
Blair was petite； with a pretty； foxlike face； blue eyes； and wavy chestnut…colored hair。 She let
everyone know what she was thinking； and she was fiercely petitive。 For instance； she always
found opportunities to point out that her chest was almost a whole cup size larger than Serena？s
and that she？d scored almost 100 points higher than Serena on the practice SAT。
Way back in fifth grade； Serena had told Nate she was pretty sure Blair had a crush on him。 He
started to notice that Blair did stick her chest out when he was looking； and she was always either
bossing him around or fixing his hair。 Of course Blair never admitted that she liked him； which
made him like her even more。
Nate sighed deeply。 No one understood how difficult it was being best friends with two such
beautiful； impossible girls。
Like he would have been friends with them if they were awkward and butt…ugly？
He closed his eyes and breathed in the sweet scent of Serena？s Fr？d？ric Fekkai Apple Cider
clarifying shampoo。 He？d kissed lots of girls and had even gone to third base last June with
L？Wren Knowes； a very experienced older Seaton Arms School senior who really did seem to
know everything。 But kissing Serena would be 。 。 。 different。 He loved her。 It was as simple as that。
She was his best friend； and he loved her。
And if you can？t kiss your best friend； whocan you kiss？
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？Ew；？ Blair Waldorf muttered at her reflection in the full…length mirror on the back of her closet
door。 She liked to keep her closet organized； but not too organized。 Whites with whites； off…whites
with off…whites； navy with navy； black with black。 But that was it。 Jeans were tossed in a heap on
the closet floor。 And there were dozens of them。 It was almost a game to close her eyes and feel
around and e up with a pair that used to be too tight in the ass but fit a little loosely now that
she？d cut out her daily after…dinner milk…and…Chips…Ahoy routine。
Blair looked at the mirror； assessing her outfit。 Her Marc by Marc Jacobs shell pink sheer cotton
blouse was fine。 It was the fuchsia La Perla bra that was the problem。 It showed right through the
blouse so that she looked like a stripper。 But she was only going to Nate？s house to hang out with
him and Serena。 And Nate liked to talk about bras。 He was genuinely curious about； for instance；
what the purpose of an underwire was； or why some bras fastened in front and some fastened in
back。 It was a big turn…on for him； obviously； but it was also sort of sweet。 He was a lonely only
child； craving sisterhood。
Right。
She decided to leave the bra on for Nate？s sake； hiding the whole ensemble under her favorite
belted black cashmere Lora Piano cardigan； which would e off the minute she stepped into his
well…heated town house。 Maybe； just maybe； the sight of her hot pink bra would be the thing to
make Nate realize that he？d been in love with her just as long as she？d been in love with him。
Maybe。
She opened her bedroom door and yelled down the long hall and across the East Seventy…second
Street penthouse？s vast expanse of period furniture； parquet floors； crown moldings； and French
Impressionist paintings。 ？Mom！ Dad？ I？m going over to Nate？s house！ Serena and I are spending
the night！？ When there was no reply； she clomped her way to her parents？ huge master suite in her
noisy Kors wooden…heeled sheepskin clogs； opened their bedroom door； and made a beeline for
her mom？s dressing room。 Eleanor Waldorf kept a tall stack of crisp emergency twenties in her
lingerie drawer for Blair and her ten…year…old brother； Tyler； to parse from？for taxis； cappuccinos；
and； in Blair？s case； the occasional much…needed pair of Manolo Blahnik heels。 Twenty； forty；
sixty； eighty； one hundred。 Twenty； forty； sixty； eighty； two hundred。 Blair counted out the bills；
folding them neatly before stuffing them into the back pocket of her peg…legged Seven jeans。
？If I were a cabernet；？ Blair？s father？s dramatically playful lawyer？s voice echoed out of the
adjoining dressing room； ？how would you describe my bouquet？？
Excusez…moi？
Blair clomped out of her mom？s dressing room and reached for the chocolate brown velvet
curtain hanging in the doorway of her dad？s。 ？If you guys are in there together； like； doing it while
I？m home； then that？s really gross；？ she declared flatly。 ？Anyway； I？m going over to Nate？s； so？？
Her father； Harold J。 Waldorf； Esquire； pulled aside the velvet curtain； dressed in his cashmere
tweed Paul Smith bathrobe and nothing else； his nicely tanned； handsome face looking slightly
flushed。 ？Mom？s out looking at dishes for the Guggenheim benefit。 I thought you were out。 Where
are you going exactly？？ Blair stared at him。 He wasn？t holding a phone； and if her mom was out；
then who the fuck had he just been talking to？ She stood blinking at him with her hands on her
hips； tempted to peek inside his dressing room to see who he was hiding in there。
Does she really want to know？
Instead； she stumbled out of the master suite； clomped her way across the penthouse； grabbed her
blood orange…colored Jimmy Choo treasure chest hobo； and ran for the elevator。
Outside it was breathtakingly cold； and fat flakes fell at random。 Usually she walked the twelve
blocks to Nate？s house； but today Blair had no patience for walking？she had just discovered that
her father was a lying； cheating scum…bag； after all； and a cab was waiting for her downstairs。 Or
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