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turtleneck, she was just a girl. Face it: were
all the same.
The invitations, the gift bags, and the champagne. Thats all we have left to do, Blair
said. She lifted a cucumber slice off her plate
and nibbled at it thoughtfully. Kate Spade is still doing the gift bags, but I dont knowdo
you think Kate Spade is too boring? I think Kate Spade is perfect, Isabel said, winding
her dark hair into a knot on top of her head. I mean, think how cool it is to have a plain
black handbag now instead of all those animal prints and military shit everyone has. Its
all such . . . bad taste, dont you think?
Blair nodded. Completely, she agreed. Hey, what about my leopard skin coat? Kati said,
looking hurt. Yes, but thats real leopard skin, Blair argued. Thats different. The three
girls were sitting in the Constance cafeteria, discussing the upcoming Kiss on the Lips
benefit to raise money for the Central Park Peregrine Falcon Foundation. Blair was chair
of the organizing committee, of course. Those poor birds, Blair sighed. As if she could
give two shits about the damned birds. I really want this party to be good, she said. You
guys are coming to my meeting tomorrow, right? Of course were coming, Isabel said. What
about Serenadid you tell her about the party? Is she going to help? Blair stared blankly
back at her. Kati wrinkled her pert little ski-jump nose and nudged Isabel with her elbow.
I bet Serena is too busy, you know, dealing with everything. All her problems. She
probably doesnt have time to help us, anyway, she said, smirking. Blair shrugged. Across
the cafeteria, Serena herself was just joining the lunch line. She noticed Blair right
away and smiled, waving cheerfully as if to say, Ill be there in a minute! Blair blinked,
pretending shed forgotten to put in her contacts. Serena slid her tray along the metal
counter, choosing a lemon yogurt and skipping all the hot lunch selections until she came
to the hot-water dispenser, where she filled up a cup with hot water and placed a Lipton
tea bag, a slice of lemon, and a packet of sugar on the saucer. Then she carried her tray
over to the salad bar, where she filled up a plate with a pile of romaine lettuce and
poured a small puddle of bleu cheese dressing beside it. She would have preferred a
toasted ham-and-cheese sandwich in the Gare du Nord in Paris, eaten in a hurry before
leaping onto her London train, but this was almost as good. It was the same lunch shed
eaten at Constance every day since sixth grade. Blair always got the same thing too. They
called it the diet plate. Blair watched as Serena got her salad, dreading the moment when
Serena would sit down next to her in all her glory and start trying to be friends again.
Ugh.
Hey guys, Serena said, sitting down next to Blair, smiling radiantly. Just like old times,
huh? She laughed and peeled back the top of her yogurt. The cuffs of her brothers old
shirt were frayed, and stray threads dangled in the yogurts watery whey. Hello, Serena,
Kati and Isabel said in unison. Blair looked up at Serena and turned the corners of her
glossy lips upwards. It was almost a smile. Serena stirred the yogurt up and nodded at
Blairs tray, where the remains of her bagel with cream cheese and cucumber were strewn. I
guess you outgrew the diet plate, she observed. I guess, Blair said. She smashed a lump of
cream cheese into her paper napkin with her thumb, staring at Serenas sloppy cuffs in
bewilderment. It was fine to wear your brothers old clothes in ninth and tenth grade.
Then, it was cool. But now? It just seemed . . . dirty. So my schedule totally sucks,
Serena said, licking her spoon. I dont have a single class with you guys. Um, thats
because youre not taking any APs, Kati observed. Youre lucky, Isabel sighed. I have so
much work to do I dont even have time to sleep. Well, at least Ill have more time to
party, Serena
all the same.
The invitations, the gift bags, and the champagne. Thats all we have left to do, Blair
said. She lifted a cucumber slice off her plate
and nibbled at it thoughtfully. Kate Spade is still doing the gift bags, but I dont knowdo
you think Kate Spade is too boring? I think Kate Spade is perfect, Isabel said, winding
her dark hair into a knot on top of her head. I mean, think how cool it is to have a plain
black handbag now instead of all those animal prints and military shit everyone has. Its
all such . . . bad taste, dont you think?
Blair nodded. Completely, she agreed. Hey, what about my leopard skin coat? Kati said,
looking hurt. Yes, but thats real leopard skin, Blair argued. Thats different. The three
girls were sitting in the Constance cafeteria, discussing the upcoming Kiss on the Lips
benefit to raise money for the Central Park Peregrine Falcon Foundation. Blair was chair
of the organizing committee, of course. Those poor birds, Blair sighed. As if she could
give two shits about the damned birds. I really want this party to be good, she said. You
guys are coming to my meeting tomorrow, right? Of course were coming, Isabel said. What
about Serenadid you tell her about the party? Is she going to help? Blair stared blankly
back at her. Kati wrinkled her pert little ski-jump nose and nudged Isabel with her elbow.
I bet Serena is too busy, you know, dealing with everything. All her problems. She
probably doesnt have time to help us, anyway, she said, smirking. Blair shrugged. Across
the cafeteria, Serena herself was just joining the lunch line. She noticed Blair right
away and smiled, waving cheerfully as if to say, Ill be there in a minute! Blair blinked,
pretending shed forgotten to put in her contacts. Serena slid her tray along the metal
counter, choosing a lemon yogurt and skipping all the hot lunch selections until she came
to the hot-water dispenser, where she filled up a cup with hot water and placed a Lipton
tea bag, a slice of lemon, and a packet of sugar on the saucer. Then she carried her tray
over to the salad bar, where she filled up a plate with a pile of romaine lettuce and
poured a small puddle of bleu cheese dressing beside it. She would have preferred a
toasted ham-and-cheese sandwich in the Gare du Nord in Paris, eaten in a hurry before
leaping onto her London train, but this was almost as good. It was the same lunch shed
eaten at Constance every day since sixth grade. Blair always got the same thing too. They
called it the diet plate. Blair watched as Serena got her salad, dreading the moment when
Serena would sit down next to her in all her glory and start trying to be friends again.
Ugh.
Hey guys, Serena said, sitting down next to Blair, smiling radiantly. Just like old times,
huh? She laughed and peeled back the top of her yogurt. The cuffs of her brothers old
shirt were frayed, and stray threads dangled in the yogurts watery whey. Hello, Serena,
Kati and Isabel said in unison. Blair looked up at Serena and turned the corners of her
glossy lips upwards. It was almost a smile. Serena stirred the yogurt up and nodded at
Blairs tray, where the remains of her bagel with cream cheese and cucumber were strewn. I
guess you outgrew the diet plate, she observed. I guess, Blair said. She smashed a lump of
cream cheese into her paper napkin with her thumb, staring at Serenas sloppy cuffs in
bewilderment. It was fine to wear your brothers old clothes in ninth and tenth grade.
Then, it was cool. But now? It just seemed . . . dirty. So my schedule totally sucks,
Serena said, licking her spoon. I dont have a single class with you guys. Um, thats
because youre not taking any APs, Kati observed. Youre lucky, Isabel sighed. I have so
much work to do I dont even have time to sleep. Well, at least Ill have more time to
party, Serena
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