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Not　that　Nate　was　one　to　judge。　After　the　trunk　show　at　the　St。　Claire　that　morning　Serena　had　
been　all　over　him；　but　instead　of　working　up　a　sweat　with　her　as　the　cab　zoomed　up　Park　Avenue；　
all　he？d　been　able　to　do　was　look　out　at　the　grassy　divider　running　down　the　center　of　the　street；　
weeping　because　the　heat　had　caused　the　red　and　yellow　tulips　to　scatter　their　blossoms　and　wilt。　

Guess　the　tulips　weren？t　the　only　things　wilting。　

Coach　Michaels　started　on　a　tear　about　how　minivans　were　actually　the　sexiest　cars　on　the　road　
because　they　had　two　sets　of　backseats。　Nate　sipped　his　beer　as　he　reevaluated　the　coach。　Even　in　
his　stupid　red　Lands？　End　jacket　he　was　healthy；　sharp；　and　vital。　No　one　ever　caughthim　crying　
like　a　girl　at　the　slightest　thing。　Maybe　a　little　Viagra　was　exactly　what　Nate　needed。

　Oh；　no。　

Nate　finished　off　his　beer　and　set　the　bottle　down　on　the　long　white　collapsible　table　the　school　
kitchen　staff　had　set　up　for　the　party。　Then　he　turned　and　headed　toward　the　physical　education　
staff　office　on　the　other　side　of　the　gym；　next　to　the　guys？　locker　room。　Everyone　would　think　he　
was　just　taking　a　piss。　

When　in　fact　？　

On　Coach？s　desk　was　an　eight…by…ten　photo…portrait　of　his　wife；　Patricia。　She　looked　a　little　like　
Jennifer　Aniston　with　wrinkles　and　a　dyed…auburn　pageboy　haircut。　Small　and　leathery；　in　a　
magenta…colored　Lands？　End　for　Ladies　version　of　Coach？s　jacket；　her　brown　eyes　were　shining　
and　her　pink；　lipstick…free　lips　were　parted　in　a　broad；　happy　smile。　Her　teeth　were　so　white　they　
had　to　be　fake；　and　Nate　wondered　if　she　took　them　out　during　those　Viagra…induced　escapades　at　


the　Pierre　Hotel。　

The　P。E。　department　office　smelled　like　stale　potato　chips　and　feet。　A　huge　stack　of　old　
magazines　was　on　the　floor；　topped　with　the　swimsuit　issue；　which　sported　a　picture　of　some　
impossibly　hot　Brazilian　chick　wearing　nothing　but　what　looked　like　a　chain…mail　thong。　Her　
freckled　arms　hugged　her　bare　chest　casually；　and　she　was　laughing　at　the　camera；　as　if　to　
say；　？Dare　me　to　drop　my　arms！？　

Nate　was　tempted　to　pick　the　magazine　up　and　check　it　out　but　he　resisted；　pulling　open　the　wide　
drawer　beneath　Coach？s　green　metal　desktop　instead。　The　drawer　was　a　mess；　full　of　those　small　
foil　bags　of　honey…roasted　peanuts　they　pass　out　on　airplanes；　bottles　of　whiteout；　bulldog　clips；　
Advil；　ice　packs；　and　various　vials　of　prescription　medicine。　Nate　sorted　through　them　until　he　
found　the　one　he　was　looking　for。　Casually；　he　dropped　it　in　his　Brooks　Brothers　khakis　pocket　
and　slipped　out　of　the　office。　

The　other　boys　were　still　listening　to　the　coach　brag　about　how　many　times　he？d　gotten　his　wife　
pregnant。　

？I　was　already　married　by　the　time　I　was　your　age；？　the　coach　was　saying。　

？Whoa；？Nate？s　teammates　murmured　in　horror。　

Actually；　being　already　married　to　Blair　might　have　saved　him　a　lot　of　trouble；　Nate　thought　a　
little　nonsensically。　

Right。　Like　being　married　would　have　kept　him　from　cheating　on　her？　

？Yo；　Babes！？　Jeremy　shouted　over　to　Nate。　He　hitched　up　his　jeans　and　grabbed　another　
Heineken　out　of　the　cooler。　？You　got　a　girl　hiding　in　the　bathroom　or　what？？　

The　other　boys　looked　up　expectantly。　Despite　being　a　dumb；　handsome　jock　just　like　the　rest　of　
them；　Nate　always　managed　to　deliver　the　most　surprises。　The　mere　fact　that　he？d　managed　to　bag　
both　Blair　Waldorfand　Serena　van　der　Woodsen　had　raised　his　status　to　near…godlike。　

Nate　smiled　weakly　and　held　out　his　hands；　motioning　for　Jeremy　to　toss　him　another　beer。　If　
they　could　have　seen　what　was　in　his　pocket；　they　would　have　been　very　surprised　indeed。　

Copyright　？　2005　by　Alloy　Entertainment　

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When　caught　between　two　evils；　I　generally　like　to　take　the　one　I　never　tried。　
？Mae　West　


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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！　

June　is　right　around　the　corner　and　New　York　City　is　like　a　burning　Diptyque　candle：　hot　and　
smelly；　beautiful　and　bright。　It？s　getting　dark　so　late　now；　we　can？t　tell　the　difference　between　
night　and　day。　Not　that　we　care。　At　this　time　of　year　our　turf？also　known　as　the　Upper　East　Side？is　
virtually　parent…free。　They？re　far　too　busy　with　polo　matches　and　garden　parties；　tennis　matches　
and　golf　games　up　at　our　country　houses　in　Ridgefield；　Connecticut；　Bridgehampton；　Long　Island；　
Newport；　Rhode　Island；　or　Mt。　Desert　Isle；　Maine；　leaving　us　to　rule　the　town。　Not　that　we　


everstopped　ruling　the　town。　Our　names　have　been　at　the　top　of　the　guest　list　at　every　exclusive　
restaurant；　club；　and　hotel　in　Manhattan　since　the　day　we　were　born。　We　move　in　clusters；　
dominating　the　scene　uptown　and　downtown；　east　and　west。　The　entire　island　is　and　always　has　
beenours　；　but　with　June　es　graduation；　and　for　us　seniors　that　means　saying　good…bye。　But　
let？s　not　get　all　sappy　and　dreary。　Now？s　the　time　to　really　make　our　mark。　If　we　get　what　we　
want　for　graduation；　pretty　soon　we？ll　all　have　cars。　It？s　our　turn　to　be　louder　and　more　obnoxious　
and　more　beautiful　than　ever？honk；　honk！！　And　with　no　one　around　to　disapprove　（as　if　we　care）；　
it？s　time　to　seriously　misbehave。　

Five　reasons　to　party　harder　than　we　ever　have　in　our　lives：　

1）　Studying　for　finals　is　deathly　boring。　

2）　It？s　almost　summer！　

3）　We　deserve　it！！　

4）　The　AC　is　cranked　so　high；　we　have　to　findsome　way　to　keep　warm？nudge；　nudge。　

5）　It？s　our　last　chance。　Most　of　us　will　be　going　away　for　the　summer；　and　after　that；　it？s　off　to　
college。This　is　it　。　

Before　you　get　too　crazy　and　do　something　you　might　regret；　you？ll　need　to　decide　whether　you　
and　your　boyfriend　are　devoted　enough　to　have　a　long…distance　relationship　throughout　the　
summer　and　on　into　college。　Imagine　yourself　surrounded　by　tan　hunks　in　Billabong　surf　shorts；　
with　sandy　bare　feet；　offering　you　rides　in　their　vintage　Cabriolets。　Imagine　hot　campus　prepsters　
in　only　their　cute　mint…green…and…white　polka…dotted　J。Crew　boxers；　on　their　way　to　the　showers　
in　your　coed　dorm。　Will　you　honestly　be　able　to　resist？　Why　not　save　yourself　the　pain　of　a　
torturous；　drawn…out　breakup　by　breaking　up　now？　Then　treat　yourself　to　a　meaningless　fling　with　
that　shy；　adorable　geek　you　went　to　ballroom　dancing　school　with　in　fifth　grade　who？s　not　such　a　
geek　anymore。　You？ve　got　absolutely　nothing　to　lose。　And　while　you？re　at　it；　why　not　at　
leastpretend　to　be　nice　to　the　stringy…haired；　bucktoothed　girl　you　forgot　to　invite　to　your　birthday　
party　in　seventh　grade　and　every　birthday　party　you？ve　had　since。　That　way　she　can　point　to　your　
picture　in　the　yearbook　and　brag　to　all　her　new　pals　at　Mt。　Hollyhock　or　whatever　dorky　college　
she？s　going　to　next　year；　？See　this　cool　chick　here？　She　was　one　of　my　best　friends！？　But　never　
mind　trying　to　rekindle　old　romances　and　repair　messed…up　friendships。　

I　don？t　know　about　you；　but　I？ve　got　a　major　fashion　crisis　on　my　hands。　Most　of　the　private　
girls？　schools　take　their　graduation　ceremonies　extremely　seriously。　The　girls　must　wear　long　
white　dresses；　white　gloves；　and　white　shoes。　It？s　like　a　wedding；　except　we？re　being　set　free　
instead　of　tied　down？yippee！　Still；　the　question　looms：　to　Oscar　or　not　to　Oscar。　Oscar　de　la　Renta；　
that　is。　If　you　go　for　Oscar；　you？re　likely　to　wind　up　wearing　the　same　dress　as　six　of　your　other　
classmates；　although　you　know　you？re　going　to　look　far　better　in　him　than　they　do。　And　the　nice　
thing　about　having　to　stick　to　white　is　that　you　can　always　dye　it　and　wear　it　again。　Yeah；　


right？like　you？re　ever　going　towant　to　wear　that　dress　again！　

While　I？ve　got　your　attention；　let？s　check　in　on　a　few　of　our　favorite　people。？　

　The　odd　couple　

There　has　been　some　speculation　that　the　relationship　between　those　two　totally　opposite　
Williamsburg　apartment　sharers　is　not　just　a　simple；　convenient　roommate　situation　but　something　
more？how　shall　we　put　it？？romantic。B　does　seem　to　be　wearing　a　lot　of　black　lately；　and　her　shoes　
are　getting　chunkier。　And　what　was　with　that　silver　Tiffanybarrette　inV　？s　supershort　hair　the　other　
day？　Can？t　you　just　picture　them；　cuddling　on　the　sofa；　bing　each　other？s　hair；　trading　
Manolos　and　Doc　Martens？　？　Who　needs　boys？！　

Speaking　of　boys　

Bmay　have　given　them　up　entirely？who　wouldn？t；　afterN　？s　latest　stunt？？butV　seems　to　be　
enjoying　the　pany　of　the　opposite　sex　more　and　more。　She　andB　？s　shaven…headed　vegan　
stepbrother；A　；　have　been　romping　unfettered　and　partially　clothed　in　coffee　shops　and　on　park　
benches　all　over　Williamsburg。　Nothing　like　a　little　PDA　to　lightV　？s　fire！　

As　forN　；　you？d　think　he？d　be　on　top　of　the　world　after　scoring　the　city？s　most　desirable　blond　
bombshell？right　in　front　ofB　；　in　the　pool　house　bathtub　during　the　girls？　senior　cut　day　party　out　
in　Southampton；　no　less。　But　no。　Have　you　seen　him　lately？　Red…rimmed　eyes；　dirty　tissues　
streaming　from　his　pockets；　lackluster　disposition。　Our　golden　boy　appears　to　be　in　a　terrible　funk。　
Or　maybe　he　caught　a　sexually　transmitted　disease　from　one　of　those　French　tramps　he？s　always　
rumored　to　be　hooking　up　with。　See？　It　doesn？t　pay　to　be　too　greedy。　Not　that　that　ever　stopped　us。　

　Your　e…mail　

Q：　Dear　GG；　
I？m　going　to　Vassar　next　year　and　I？ve　been　in　love　with　this　boy　since　I　was　like　three；　and　I　
just　found　out　he？s　going　to　Vassar　too！　I？m　so　excited；　but　I？m　worried　I？m　going　to　spend　so　
much　time　trying　to　get　him　to　talk　to　me；　I　won？t　even　realize　I？m　at　college；　you　know？

　？Ivstrk　

A：　Dear　Ivstrk；　
Forgive　me　for　being　blunt；　but　I　have　a　feeling　you？ve　already　spent　a　lot　of　time　trying　to　get　
this　guy　to　talk　to　you。　Wait　till　you　get　to　Vassar？there？s　going　to　be　a　whole　new　group　of　
adorable　boys　you？ve　never　seen　before；　and　some　of　them　might　be　even　more　loveworthy。　And　
since　most　dorms　are　coed　these　days；　you　can？tavoid　talking　to　them！　


　？GG　

　Sightings　

BandV　buying　potted　basil　plants　at　aWilliamsburg　farmer？s　market。　Maybe　the　gay　rumors　
about　them　are　true！？C　entering　aGreenwich　Village　barbershop　to　have　his　head　shaved　and　
exiting　with　his　hair　longer　than　before　and　with　platinum　highlights。　No　way　will　he　last　even　a　
month　at　military　school。N　standing　on　the　roof　of　the　Met；　mournfully　surveyingCentral　Park　。　
Looks　like　our　favorite　stoner　playboy　has　been　struck　with　a　bad　case　of　ennui。D　checking　out　
bashed…up　Buicks　at　some　seedy　used　car　lot　inHarlem　。　Not　that　he　even　knows　how　to　operate　a　
gearshift。J　taking　a　solo　SSAT？the　boarding　school　admissions　exam？on　a　Saturday　in　the　
headmistress？s　office　at　Constance　Billard。　She？s　determined　to　go；　and　her　school　is　even　more　
determined　to　get　rid　of　her！　

All　you　have　to　do　is　pass　

My　advice：　Don？t　miss　a　Zac　Posen　sample　sale　or　a　Stella　McCartney　trunk　show　for　one　of　
those　silly　everything…we…ever…learned　pre？final　exam　cram　sessions　the　teachers　？remend？　
you　attend　after　school。　Do　pour　yourself　a　goblet　of　well…chilled　pinot　grigio　and　casually　read　
through　your　notebooks。　All　you　have　to　do　is　pass；　and　believe　me；　you？re　a　lot　smarter　than　you　
think。　Good　luck；　my　darlings。　Can？t　wait　to　see　you　at　graduation！　

You　know　you　love　me。　

　gossip　girl　

Jenny　Humphrey　is　leaving　Constance　Billard　to　attend　Waverly　Prep；　an　elite　boarding　school　
where　glamorous　rich　kids　don？t　let　the　rules　get　in　the　way　of　having　an　excellent　time。　

Hot　guys；　new　intrigue；　and　delicious　gossip　add　up　to　more　trouble　than　ever　for　Jenny。　But　if　
getting　caught　with　boys　and　going　up　ag