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at Nate and Chuck。 “We don’t have to worry about that with you
two； do we？” she said。
“I’m all over it；” Chuck said； scarfing Blair’s omelet。
“I’ll be there；” Nate said。 He glanced at Blair； who was staring at
him now。
Nate was wearing that same green cashmere sweater she had
given him in Sun Valley。 The one with the gold heart。
“Excuse me；” Blair said。 Then she stood up abruptly and left the
table。
Nate followed her。
“Blair！” he called； weaving his way around the other tables； ignoring
his friend Jeremy； who was waving to him from across the room。
“Wait up。”
Without turning around； Blair began walking even faster； her heels
clacking on the white marble floor。
They reached the hallway to the restrooms。 “e on； Blair。 I’m
sorry； okay？ Can we please talk？” Nate called。
Blair reached the door to the women’s room and turned around；
pushing it halfway open with her rear end。
“Just leave me alone； okay？” she said sharply； and went inside。
Nate stood outside the door for a moment with his hands in his
pockets； thinking。 That morning； when he’d put on the green
sweater Blair had given him； he’d found a little gold heart sewn into
the sleeve。 He’d never noticed it before； but it was obvious Blair
had put it there。 For the first time； he realized that she really meant
it when she’d said she loved him。
It was pretty intense。 And pretty flattering。 And it kind of made him
want her again。 It wasn’t just any girl who’d sew a gold heart into
your clothes。
He had that right。
Serena had to pee desperately； but she couldn’t face being in the
bathroom at the same time as Blair。 After Blair and Nate had been
gone for five minutes； though； Serena couldn’t hold it any longer。
She stood up and headed for the ladies’ room。
Familiar faces gazed up at Serena as she passed their tables。 A
waitress offered her a glass of champagne。 But Serena shook her
head and hurried down the marble hall to the bathrooms。 Quick；
heavy footsteps smacked on the floor behind her； and she turned
around。 It was Cyrus Rose。
“Tell Blair to hurry if she wants dessert； will you？” he told her。
Serena nodded and pushed open the door to the ladies’ room。 Blair
was washing her hands。 She looked up； staring at Serena’s
reflection in the mirror over the sink。
“Cyrus says to hurry if you want dessert；” Serena said abruptly；
walking into a stall； and banging the door shut。 She pulled down her
underwear and tried to pee； but she couldn’t； not with Blair in the
room。
Serena couldn’t believe herself。 How many times in the past had
she and Blair gone to the bathroom together； talking and laughing
while they peed？ Too many times to count。 And now Serena felt so
uptight in Blair’s presence she couldn’t go？ It was a total mindfuck。
There was a quiet； awkward pause。
Don’t you just hate awkward pauses？
“Okay；” Serena heard Blair say before she left the bathroom。
The door swung shut and Serena relaxed and started to pee。
Cyrus caught Nate in the men’s room。
“You and Blair have a fight？” Cyrus asked。 He unzipped his pants
and stood at the urinal。
Lucky Nate。
Nate shrugged as he washed his hands。 “Kind of；” he said。
“Let me guess； it was about sex； right？” Cyrus said。
Nate blushed and pulled a paper towel out of the dispenser。 “Well；
sort of 。 。 。” he said。 He really didn’t want to get into it。
Cyrus flushed the urinal and joined Nate at the sinks。 He washed his
hands and began fussing with his tie； which was bright pink with
yellow lions’ heads on it。 Very Versace。
Read： tacky。
“The only thing couples really fight about is sex and money；” Cyrus
observed。
Nate stood there with his hands in his pockets。
“That’s all right； kid。 I’m not going to give you a lecture or anything。
This is my future stepdaughter we’re talking about。 I’m sure as hell
not going to tell you how to get into her pants。”
Cyrus chuckled to himself and left the bathroom； leaving Nate to
stare after him。 He wondered if Blair knew Cyrus was planning on
marrying her mother。
Nate turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face。 He
studied himself in the mirror。 He’d been up late last night with the
boys； playing stupid drinking games to Tomb Raider。 Every time
they saw Angelina Jolie’s nipples； they had to drink。 He’d tried to
drown his thoughts of Blair and Serena in as much booze as he
could swallow； and now he was paying for it。 His face was pale；
there were brownish…purple circles under his eyes； and his cheeks
were hollow。 He looked like shit。
As soon as this damned brunch was over； he was heading into the
park for a smoke in the sun and couple of tall…boys。 The perfect
cure…all。
But first he’d have to flirt with Blair a little bit。 Enough to make her
want him again。
Atta boy。
Instead of going back to her table when she left the ladies’ room；
Blair wound her way across the room； looking for Kati and Isabel’s
table。
“Blair！ Over here！” Kati called； patting the empty chair next to her。
Their parents and friends were working the room； socializing； so the
girls had the table to themselves。
“Here；” Isabel said； handing Blair a glass full of champagne and
orange juice。
“Thanks；” Blair said； taking a sip。
“Jeremy Scott Tomkinson just came over and tried to get us to e
to the park with him；” Kati said。 She giggled。 “He’s kind of cute； you
know； in a Waspoid kind of way。”
Hey； cool word！
Isabel turned to Blair； rolling her eyes。 “Isn’t this boring？ How’s your
table？”
“Don’t ask；” Blair said。 “Guess who I’m sitting with？”
The other two girls sniggered； they didn’t have to guess。
“Have you seen that billboard of her？” Isabel asked Blair。
Blair nodded and rolled her eyes。
“What’s it supposed to be； anyway？” Kati said。 “Her belly button？”
Blair still had no idea。 “Who cares？”
“She has no shame；” Isabel ventured。 “I actually feel kind of sorry
for her。”
“Me too；” Kati agreed。
“Well； don’t；” Blair said fiercely。
Grrr。
Nate pushed open the men’s room door at exactly the same time
that Serena pushed open the ladies’。 Together； they walked down
the hallway back to the table。
“Nate；” Serena said； smoothing her new brown suede skirt over her
legs。 “Can you please explain why you’re not talking to me？”
“I’m not not talking to you；” Nate said。 “See； I’m talking to you right
now。”
“Barely；” Serena said。 “What happened？ What’s wrong？ Did Blair
say something to you about me？”
Instinctively； Nate reached into his jacket pocket and fingered the
flask of whiskey that was hidden there。 He looked down at the
marble floor； avoiding Serena’s beautiful sad eyes。
“We should get back；” Nate said； speeding up。
“Fine；” Serena answered； trailing after him slowly。
She had that sour salty taste in the back of her throat again； the
taste of tears。 She’d been holding them back for too many days
now； and she could feel a tidal wave ing on。 All of a sudden she
would start sobbing； and she wouldn’t be able to stop。
When Nate and Serena took their places at the table； Chuck
smirked at them knowingly。 How was it？ his face seemed to say。
Serena wanted to hit him。
She ordered another cup of coffee and dumped four teaspoons of
sugar in it and stirred and stirred； like she was trying to stir a hole
through the cup； the saucer； the table； and the floor； burrowing her
way into some old pharaoh’s tomb where she could cry and cry and
no one would find her。
Nate ordered a Bloody Mary。
“Bottoms up！” Chuck said cheerfully； banging his glass against
Nate’s and taking a big gulp。
Blair was back at the table。 She had already devoured her crème
brulée and was working on her mother’s。 It was full of chicken
abortions； but she didn’t care—she was going to throw it all up in a
minute anyway。
“Hey Blair；” Nate said softly； causing Blair to drop her spoon with a
clatter。 He smiled and leaned across the table。 “That looks
awesome；” he said。 “Can I have a bite？”
Blair’s hand fluttered nervously to her heart。 Sexy Nate。 Her Nate。
God； she wanted him。 But she wasn’t going to give up that easily。
She had her pride。
Blair regained her posure and pushed her plate toward him；
reaching for her drink and downing the rest of it in one big swallow。
“You can have the rest；” she said； and stood up。 “Excuse me。” Then
she clacked away in her heels to stick her finger down her throat in
the ladies’ room。
Some lady。
Disclaimer： All the real names of places； people； and events havebeen altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent。 Namely； me。
hey people！
I thought S looked cute in her picture in the Sunday Times Styles
section。 Although her teachers probably weren’t thrilled to see her
double…fisting martinis on a school day。 To tell you the truth； I’m
kind of over the whole thing。 I mean； isn’t it enough that we have to
see that picture of her every time we use public transportation？
Obviously you’re not over it yet； though。
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