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NYU. But Ruby remained loyally silent, which was a major challenge for a motormouth like her.
“What does it matter?” Arlo demanded grumpily. “Any school that can help her discover something she's passionate about would be fine.”
Gabriela tugged on her long gray braid, her brown eyes passing over Vanessa absentmindedly. “That's right, you are going to college next year.” She turned to Pilar. “Arlo always hoped Vanessa would go to Oberlin. I don't know where he got that idea. After all, it's an arts school.”
“I'm sure some school will be dumb enough to take me,” Vanessa said quietly.
“That's the spirit, dear!” Pilar chirped. “And all this time, you two girls have been living on your own in Williamsburg,” she added, changing the subject. “My, you're independent!”
“Ruby's got to keep up with her music,” Gabriela gushed. “Her band might get signed to a label soon.”
Vanessa smiled tightly. “While I just sit around the house all day, eating meat-flavored Pringles and watching violent TV.”
Next to her Jordy grunted, the only one at the table who'd gotten the joke.
The band began to play, a little louder this time. Duke Ellington, or something of that ilk. chuck Bass shimmied over to Serena and Blair's table, his hands on his hips for added gayness. “This party would be so much less boring if you girls would dance with me.” He leaned over the backs of their chairs and breathed down their bare necks.
Serena and Blair glanced at each other sideways. Their only surefire escape was to sprint to the ladies' room for more cigarettes. Grabbing their drinks, they scooted their chairs back and leapt to their feet.
Rrrriippp!
Whoosh!
Oops!
Blair's borrowed too-tight pink dress ripped obscenely down both sides, revealing the fact that she was wearing only a pair of sheer black stockings underneath and absolutely no underwear. Worse still, Serena's strapless dress got caught on the back of her chair and was yanked down to her waist, revealing her completely bare 34Bs.
“It's all right, we're all girls here,” Chuck tittered.
“Close your eyes, dear,” Titi Coates snapped at her husband, Arthur.
“Oh, my!” Mrs. van der Woodsen exclaimed, reflexively reaching for her drink.
“Whoa,” Nate breathed, suddenly glad he wasn't high.
The girls giggled hysterically, frantically clutching themselves and each other as they tore past Chuck, dashed to the coatroom to fetch their coats, and beat it out of the Frick as fast as their three-and-a-half-inch heels would allow.
No one at Vanessa's table had even noticed. The elder Rosenfelds and Abramses were too busy being offended by each other as the band struck up the Irving Berlin song “Puttin' on the Ritz.”
Vanessa hated to dance, but she grabbed the sleeve of Jordy's expensive suit jacket, anyway. “I love this song. Come and dance with me?”
Jordy stood up and pulled back her chair for her, all manners and conformity. Then he led her onto the dance floor and twirled her around with the confident ease of someone who'd been to dancing school.
Vanessa surprised herself by feeling a little giddy as she was spun and dipped. He was such a good dancer, she completely forgot about her stupid school uniform.
Even though most of the other girls in the room would never forget.
gossipgirl.net
Disclaimer: All the real names of places, people, and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent. Namely, me.
hey people!
That so-called boring, pointless party we all had to go to
Wasn't it so much better than you expected? Just think, there are only a few more hours left until spring break—and now we all have something to talk about on the airplane!
Not that I won't be talking about the thing I never get tired of talking about …
Sex
Sure, some of us have had it and some of us haven't, but the truth is, we're all thinking about it and we're definitely all talking about it. There's the
“What does it matter?” Arlo demanded grumpily. “Any school that can help her discover something she's passionate about would be fine.”
Gabriela tugged on her long gray braid, her brown eyes passing over Vanessa absentmindedly. “That's right, you are going to college next year.” She turned to Pilar. “Arlo always hoped Vanessa would go to Oberlin. I don't know where he got that idea. After all, it's an arts school.”
“I'm sure some school will be dumb enough to take me,” Vanessa said quietly.
“That's the spirit, dear!” Pilar chirped. “And all this time, you two girls have been living on your own in Williamsburg,” she added, changing the subject. “My, you're independent!”
“Ruby's got to keep up with her music,” Gabriela gushed. “Her band might get signed to a label soon.”
Vanessa smiled tightly. “While I just sit around the house all day, eating meat-flavored Pringles and watching violent TV.”
Next to her Jordy grunted, the only one at the table who'd gotten the joke.
The band began to play, a little louder this time. Duke Ellington, or something of that ilk. chuck Bass shimmied over to Serena and Blair's table, his hands on his hips for added gayness. “This party would be so much less boring if you girls would dance with me.” He leaned over the backs of their chairs and breathed down their bare necks.
Serena and Blair glanced at each other sideways. Their only surefire escape was to sprint to the ladies' room for more cigarettes. Grabbing their drinks, they scooted their chairs back and leapt to their feet.
Rrrriippp!
Whoosh!
Oops!
Blair's borrowed too-tight pink dress ripped obscenely down both sides, revealing the fact that she was wearing only a pair of sheer black stockings underneath and absolutely no underwear. Worse still, Serena's strapless dress got caught on the back of her chair and was yanked down to her waist, revealing her completely bare 34Bs.
“It's all right, we're all girls here,” Chuck tittered.
“Close your eyes, dear,” Titi Coates snapped at her husband, Arthur.
“Oh, my!” Mrs. van der Woodsen exclaimed, reflexively reaching for her drink.
“Whoa,” Nate breathed, suddenly glad he wasn't high.
The girls giggled hysterically, frantically clutching themselves and each other as they tore past Chuck, dashed to the coatroom to fetch their coats, and beat it out of the Frick as fast as their three-and-a-half-inch heels would allow.
No one at Vanessa's table had even noticed. The elder Rosenfelds and Abramses were too busy being offended by each other as the band struck up the Irving Berlin song “Puttin' on the Ritz.”
Vanessa hated to dance, but she grabbed the sleeve of Jordy's expensive suit jacket, anyway. “I love this song. Come and dance with me?”
Jordy stood up and pulled back her chair for her, all manners and conformity. Then he led her onto the dance floor and twirled her around with the confident ease of someone who'd been to dancing school.
Vanessa surprised herself by feeling a little giddy as she was spun and dipped. He was such a good dancer, she completely forgot about her stupid school uniform.
Even though most of the other girls in the room would never forget.
gossipgirl.net
Disclaimer: All the real names of places, people, and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent. Namely, me.
hey people!
That so-called boring, pointless party we all had to go to
Wasn't it so much better than you expected? Just think, there are only a few more hours left until spring break—and now we all have something to talk about on the airplane!
Not that I won't be talking about the thing I never get tired of talking about …
Sex
Sure, some of us have had it and some of us haven't, but the truth is, we're all thinking about it and we're definitely all talking about it. There's the
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