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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。
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First Edition： May 2005
The characters and events in this book are fictitious。 Any similarity to real persons； living or dead；
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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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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 par