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Authors: Cecily von Ziegesar
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lick it off? Some advice: Run, girl, run!!!!
Serena was pretty sure she didn’t want to hear anything more. “Um, Mr. Beckham? Sorry, but I really have to go. I just wanted to say thanks for being so supportive.” She held up her hand and waved stiffly, even though he was sitting right in front of her. “I guess I’ll see you at graduation,” she added with faux cheerfulness. Then she turned to push her way through the heavy curtains again.
“Wait.”
Her stomach filled with dread and she shivered again in her thin white baby tee. She could hear voices outside in the hallway. Someone would hear her if she yelled loudly enough. She turned around. “I really do have to go.”
Mr. Beckham slipped off his stool and walked toward her. “May I …” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “Would you mind if I just … gave you a petit, petit kiss?” he asked quietly, pinching together his thumb and forefinger to demonstrate just how small the kiss would be.
Serena hesitated, reluctant to turn this into a huge deal but eager to get rid of him. She could just say no and leave. Or she could freak out and run up to Mrs. M’s office and turn him in. Or she could let him give her a little tiny kiss to remember her by and then just forget about it forever.
She shrugged her bony shoulders and turned to offer up her smooth, delicately sun-freckled cheek, making it quite clear that Mr. Beckham wasn’t about to get any lip action.
He took a step forward and placed a careful kiss in the middle of her cheek, like a stamp. “Tant pis,” he breathed wistfully and then flung open the darkroom curtains, as if to let her know that he had no intention of molesting her any further.
Guess he didn’t care much about exposing his film.
“Adieu, Serena.”
In the hall just outside the darkroom, Mrs. M stood dressed in her favorite red, white, and blue Talbots linen pantsuit with Ms. D’Agostino, the mousy freshman Spanish teacher, who was holding a gold metal tin full of chocolate truffles. “Ooh, you little she-devil!” Mrs. M cooed delightedly as she popped a truffle into her mouth. Then she noticed Serena and her brown eyes grew wide, like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Serena fought back a fit of giggles, suddenly feeling like a balloon with too much air in it. How bizarre life was. She grinned at Mrs. M and snatched a truffle from the tin as she hurried toward the school exit.
Oh, the things we seniors get away with. Now, run, baby, run!!
Nothing Can Keep us Together
Gossip Girl 08 - Nothing Can Keep Us Together
N’s new drug of choice
The final lacrosse team party of the year was in the St. Jude’s gym, which was kind of lame, since it was like eighty degrees outside, and a party in the park would have been much better. But the boys were all underage, and so a few six-packs in the gym and some pizza was all Coach Michaels would allow. Besides, the boys had all gotten high at Jeremy Scott Tompkinson’s house beforehand and would all go on to get trashed someplace else afterwards, so what did it matter?
Nate picked at his pizza and squeezed his eyelids shut. The last lax party of the year. The last lax party ever. Damn. The tears were already beginning to fall.
The gym was up on the roof of the six-story East End Avenue redbrick school building, with giant plate glass windows overlooking the shimmering East River and Queens. One afternoon near the end of tenth grade, Nate, Jeremy, Anthony Avuldsen, and Charlie Dern had volunteered to put away the gear after lax practice. They’d hung out for a while shooting hoops and then hidden from Rick, the janitor, behind the giant metal rack where the balls were stored. When Rick was done and the lights went out, they’d lined up in front of the windows—right where Nate was standing now—watched the sun set, smoked some weed, and eaten Starbursts until nine. An alarm had gone off when they finally left the building, but they’d sprinted
Serena was pretty sure she didn’t want to hear anything more. “Um, Mr. Beckham? Sorry, but I really have to go. I just wanted to say thanks for being so supportive.” She held up her hand and waved stiffly, even though he was sitting right in front of her. “I guess I’ll see you at graduation,” she added with faux cheerfulness. Then she turned to push her way through the heavy curtains again.
“Wait.”
Her stomach filled with dread and she shivered again in her thin white baby tee. She could hear voices outside in the hallway. Someone would hear her if she yelled loudly enough. She turned around. “I really do have to go.”
Mr. Beckham slipped off his stool and walked toward her. “May I …” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “Would you mind if I just … gave you a petit, petit kiss?” he asked quietly, pinching together his thumb and forefinger to demonstrate just how small the kiss would be.
Serena hesitated, reluctant to turn this into a huge deal but eager to get rid of him. She could just say no and leave. Or she could freak out and run up to Mrs. M’s office and turn him in. Or she could let him give her a little tiny kiss to remember her by and then just forget about it forever.
She shrugged her bony shoulders and turned to offer up her smooth, delicately sun-freckled cheek, making it quite clear that Mr. Beckham wasn’t about to get any lip action.
He took a step forward and placed a careful kiss in the middle of her cheek, like a stamp. “Tant pis,” he breathed wistfully and then flung open the darkroom curtains, as if to let her know that he had no intention of molesting her any further.
Guess he didn’t care much about exposing his film.
“Adieu, Serena.”
In the hall just outside the darkroom, Mrs. M stood dressed in her favorite red, white, and blue Talbots linen pantsuit with Ms. D’Agostino, the mousy freshman Spanish teacher, who was holding a gold metal tin full of chocolate truffles. “Ooh, you little she-devil!” Mrs. M cooed delightedly as she popped a truffle into her mouth. Then she noticed Serena and her brown eyes grew wide, like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Serena fought back a fit of giggles, suddenly feeling like a balloon with too much air in it. How bizarre life was. She grinned at Mrs. M and snatched a truffle from the tin as she hurried toward the school exit.
Oh, the things we seniors get away with. Now, run, baby, run!!
Nothing Can Keep us Together
Gossip Girl 08 - Nothing Can Keep Us Together
N’s new drug of choice
The final lacrosse team party of the year was in the St. Jude’s gym, which was kind of lame, since it was like eighty degrees outside, and a party in the park would have been much better. But the boys were all underage, and so a few six-packs in the gym and some pizza was all Coach Michaels would allow. Besides, the boys had all gotten high at Jeremy Scott Tompkinson’s house beforehand and would all go on to get trashed someplace else afterwards, so what did it matter?
Nate picked at his pizza and squeezed his eyelids shut. The last lax party of the year. The last lax party ever. Damn. The tears were already beginning to fall.
The gym was up on the roof of the six-story East End Avenue redbrick school building, with giant plate glass windows overlooking the shimmering East River and Queens. One afternoon near the end of tenth grade, Nate, Jeremy, Anthony Avuldsen, and Charlie Dern had volunteered to put away the gear after lax practice. They’d hung out for a while shooting hoops and then hidden from Rick, the janitor, behind the giant metal rack where the balls were stored. When Rick was done and the lights went out, they’d lined up in front of the windows—right where Nate was standing now—watched the sun set, smoked some weed, and eaten Starbursts until nine. An alarm had gone off when they finally left the building, but they’d sprinted
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