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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 Waldorf and 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.
Nothing Can Keep us Together
Gossip Girl 08 - Nothing Can Keep Us Together
A funny thing happened at the yale club
“So good to have you with us, Miss Waldorf,” the Yale Club’s uptight concierge greeted her. “If you’ll just follow me, Dominick will tend to your luggage.”
“Thank you,” Blair replied graciously, pleased with herself for having made Chuck call and pretend to be her father, booking her a suite only minutes before she arrived. Of course, she could have asked her dad to call himself, but he was in Germany buying a plane or a car—she wasn’t sure which—for his new French boyfriend, Giles, and she didn’t want to bother him.
The Yale Club lobby was businesslike and unfussy, with a black-and-white marble floor, white walls, and a few Yale-blue wing-back chairs scattered about. Blair kept her chin up as the staff scurried about with her bags and keys, imagining she was Elizabeth Taylor, back in the days when she was beautiful, thin, and glamorous, arriving at some simple bed-and-breakfast in a small town in Scotland where her new film was being shot. She could tolerate the old-fashioned, crusty surroundings so long as she spent most of her time in the bar.
She followed the black-vested, bow-tie-wearing concierge into one of the old wood-paneled elevators and stood silently waiting for the door to close, praying that her suite would have lots of closet space and decent sheets. It was precisely one of those awkward, mundane little moments that made her feel like most of life was just waiting for something to happen.
But then, something did happen.
“Hold it!” a tall, broad-shouldered boy shouted as he dashed into the elevator. His light brown hair was short and wavy, and his skin was tanned a nice golden brown color. His glittering green eyes were framed by long, golden brown lashes, and his girlish red mouth was set off by a masculine square chin.
“Cheers,” he thanked the concierge in a British accent. Then he
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 Waldorf and 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.
Nothing Can Keep us Together
Gossip Girl 08 - Nothing Can Keep Us Together
A funny thing happened at the yale club
“So good to have you with us, Miss Waldorf,” the Yale Club’s uptight concierge greeted her. “If you’ll just follow me, Dominick will tend to your luggage.”
“Thank you,” Blair replied graciously, pleased with herself for having made Chuck call and pretend to be her father, booking her a suite only minutes before she arrived. Of course, she could have asked her dad to call himself, but he was in Germany buying a plane or a car—she wasn’t sure which—for his new French boyfriend, Giles, and she didn’t want to bother him.
The Yale Club lobby was businesslike and unfussy, with a black-and-white marble floor, white walls, and a few Yale-blue wing-back chairs scattered about. Blair kept her chin up as the staff scurried about with her bags and keys, imagining she was Elizabeth Taylor, back in the days when she was beautiful, thin, and glamorous, arriving at some simple bed-and-breakfast in a small town in Scotland where her new film was being shot. She could tolerate the old-fashioned, crusty surroundings so long as she spent most of her time in the bar.
She followed the black-vested, bow-tie-wearing concierge into one of the old wood-paneled elevators and stood silently waiting for the door to close, praying that her suite would have lots of closet space and decent sheets. It was precisely one of those awkward, mundane little moments that made her feel like most of life was just waiting for something to happen.
But then, something did happen.
“Hold it!” a tall, broad-shouldered boy shouted as he dashed into the elevator. His light brown hair was short and wavy, and his skin was tanned a nice golden brown color. His glittering green eyes were framed by long, golden brown lashes, and his girlish red mouth was set off by a masculine square chin.
“Cheers,” he thanked the concierge in a British accent. Then he
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