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Speaking　of？wherewas　Mookie？　He　usually　came　with　Aaron　when　Aaron　stayed　over　at　
Vanessa？s　instead　of　sleeping　in　Blair？s　brother　Tyler？s　room　or　passing　out　on　the　leather　sofa　in　
the　penthouse　library　after　too　many　organic　beers。　

　Nudge；　nudge。　

？Maybe　now　that　I？m　into　Yale；　I　won？t　mind　being　at　ho　？？　Blair？s　voice　trailed　off　as　
inspiration　hit　and　a　new；　fabulous　idea　began　to　form　in　her　head。　

After　her　father　had　moved　out　of　the　penthouse　and　before　he？d　left　for　France　to　live　with　his　
gay　French　lover？Jacques　or　Jean…Claude；　or　whatever　the　fuck　his　name　was？he？d　camped　out　at　
the　Yale　Club　for　a　few　months。　It　was　right　across　the　street　from　Grand　Central　Station；　but；　
unlike　the　old　train　station；　the　Yale　Club　had　never　really　been　renovated　and　still　had　that　
shabbily　elegant　Old　New　York　vibe。　It　was　the　type　of　place　Blair？s　former　best　friend　Serena　
would　adore；　while　Blair　would　normally　have　preferred　a　more　sumptuously　elegant　suite　at　the　
Carlyle　or　one　of　the　city？s　other　landmark　hotels。　But　she？d　already　stayed　in　a　suite　at　the　Plaza；　
where　she？d　been　treated　like　just　another　well…to…do　guest。　At　the　Yale　Club　she？d　be　？Harold　
Waldorf？s　daughter；？　which　was　almost　as　good　as　being　royalty。　

　Almost。　


？Actually；　I？m　moving　to　the　Yale　Club？at　least　until　I　figure　out　what　I？m　doing　this　summer；？　
she　announced　into　the　phone；　smiling　down　at　her　perfectly　manicured　coral　pink　fingernails　as　if　
this　had　been　her　plan　all　along。　

？Is　that　so？？　

Blair　looked　up　from　her　overstuffed　black　Barneys　shopping　bags　full　of　shoes。　Vanessa　was　
standing　in　the　open　doorway　to　the　apartment；　hands　on　her　pale；　round　hips；　wearing　a　black　
wifebeater　T…shirt　and　black　cotton　Hanes　underwear。　That　scraggly　boy　Blair　thought　Vanessa　had　
dumped　for　good　was　standing　behind　her；　wearing　only　a　pair　of　gray　Fruit　of　the　Looms；　while　
the　rest　of　his　worn…too…often…to…ever…e…clean　clothes　were　bundled　in　his　arms。　A　huge　grapey　
bruise　stood　out　on　his　throat；　just　below　his　Adam？s　apple。　

　Ew？a　hickey！　

　？It？s　the　one　with　the　graffiti　all　over　the　door。　I？ll　be　downstairs　in　five　minutes；？　Blair　
instructed　Chuck　before　hanging　up。　She　put　her　hands　on　her　hips；　trying　to　think　of　a　nice　way　to　
tell　Vanessa　that　she　was　out　of　there。　It　was　amusing　being　friends　with　the　shaven…headed　girl　
everyone　in　her　class　thought　was　so　weird；　and　Blair　genuinely　liked　Vanessa　for　her　no…bullshit　
approach　to　everything　and　her　dark；　sarcastic　sense　of　humor。　But　as　graduation　approached；　
Vanessa　had　grown　slightly　manic？asking　Blair　to　paint　her　toenails　on　an　almost　nightly　basis　and　
even　getting　Blair　to　try　that　stupid　brush…on　hair…highlighting　kit　with　her。　Thank　God　it　had　only　
been　temporary。　Vanessa　seemed　to　crave　pany；　so　if　two…timing　Blair？s　stepbrother；　Aaron；　
with　this　straggly　Dan　guy　made　her　happy；　Blair　honestly　didn？t　care。　She　personally　was　
through　with　men。　In　just　a　few　short　minutes；　Vanessa　would　have　the　apartment　all　to　herself　
again？she　could　go　ahead　and　have　a　full…fledged　orgy　if　she　wanted　to。　

？Someone？s　ing　to　pick　me　up；？　she　said　in　lieu　of　an　explanation。　

Vanessa　had　just　been　caught　cheating　on　Blair？s　stepbrother；　Aaron；　with　Dan；　who　was　
supposed　to　be　history。　Most　people　would　have　acted　at　least　slightly　sheepish　in　such　a　situation。　
Not　Vanessa。　She　blinked　her　big　brown　eyes　accusingly　at　Blair。　？You？re　leaving？　How　e？　
Are　you　pissed　at　me？？　She　cocked　her　shaved　head　and　corrected　herself。　？I　mean；　more　than　
usual？？　

To　call　Blair　and　Vanessa　the　Odd　Couple　was　an　under…statement。　Blair　had　been　raised　by　a　
team　of　nannies　and　had　attended　preschool　at　Park　Avenue　Presbyterian；　just　like　all　the　other　
children　from　the　best　Upper　East　Side　families。　Vanessa　had　been　raised　by　her　hippie　artist　
parents　in　Vermont　and　been　homeschooled　until　the　age　of　ten。　She？d　moved　to　Williamsburg　to　
live　with　her　older　sister；　Ruby；　at　the　age　of　fifteen　and　had　spent　her　first　two　summers　working　
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　busi