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Street。 When the elevator doors rolled open she instantly recognized Serena？s new navy blue
cashmere pea coat flung carelessly on top of the toile Louis XVI chaise in the foyer。 It was still
hard to get used to the idea of Serena hanging out at her house when she wasn？t even home。
？Blair？？ Serena？s voice echoed out of the former guest room； which now belonged to
Aaron。 ？Get in here。 Where have you been？？
？Hold on；？ Blair called。 She pulled off her light blue duffle coat and hung it up in the coat closet。
She didn？t really feel like explaining her drastic new look to Serena and Aaron while they were
sitting around in their underwear or something equally nauseating； but she didn？t see how she
could get out of it。 If she ignored them； they？d soon be banging her door down； bouncing up and
down on her bed； and demanding her attention like immature imbeciles。
The smell of herbal cigarette smoke wafted out into the hall。 ？Hey；？ she called； standing outside
the half…opened door。
？e on in；？ Aaron slurred。 After two glasses of Dom Perignon he was already tipsy。 ？We？re
having a party。？
Blair pushed open the door。 The room had been redecorated for Aaron in shades of aubergine and
cerulean； with funky fifties gray metal shutters in the windows instead of curtains and giant vinyl
beanbag chairs on the floor to lounge around on。 The woven organic hemp mat covering the
hardwood floor was littered with CD cases； puter games； DVDs； music magazines； and library
books about Jamaican Rasta culture and the evils of the meat industry。 Serena and Aaron were
sitting on the disheveled Edwardian four…poster bed； drinking champagne out of her mother？s best
crystal flutes；in their underwear ； just as Blair had predicted。 Actually； Serena was wearing one of
Aaron？s oversized hunter green BRONXDALEATHLETICT…shirts； with her white satin La Perla
panties peeking out from underneath it。
Well； at least it wasnice underwear。
Blair was about to ask what the big occasion was when Serena blurted out； ？Aaron got in！ He got
into Harvard！？
Blair stared at them； bile rising in her throat。 It was hard enough to look at Serena？s gorgeous
abundance of long； pale blond hair now that her own hair was sitting in a trash can back on
Fifty…seventh Street； but the smug smile on Aaron？s annoying dreadlocked face was enough to
make her want to projectile vomit all over his stupid cruelty…free rug。
？Pull up a beanbag；？ Aaron offered。 He pointed to the Harvard mug sitting on his desk。 ？That
mug？s pretty clean if you want some champagne。？
Serena waved a sheet of cream…colored paper in the air。 ？Listen to this。 ？Dear Mr。 Rose；？？ she
read aloud。 ？？We have reviewed your application and we are very pleased to inform you of your
acceptance to Harvard University？s class of？？？
Blair had gone to the hair salon without eating any lunch； and this little we…love…Aaron
worshipfest was making her dizzy with disgust。She was the one who should have been openingher
early acceptance letter； but after her botched interview Constance Billard？s college advisor had
told her it was best not to apply early。 Getting into Yale had been Blair？s sole mission in life？well；
besides marrying Nate Archibald and living happily every after in the ivy…covered brick town
house just off Fifth that she already had picked out？but now she？d have to wait until April along
with all the rest of the morons in her class to find out if she？d even gotten in。 It was pletely
unfair。
？Sorry； Blair。？ Aaron sipped his champagne。 He？d always been supersensitive about ruffling
Blair？s feathers； but he was feeling too good about himself right now to bother。 ？I？m not going to
apologize for getting in。 I deserve this。？
As if the enormous new science wing his father？s development pany built on campus last
year had absolutely nothing to do with it。
？Fuck you；？ Blair replied。 ？In case you forgot； I would be hearing from Yale right now if you
hadn？t kept me up drinking shit beer and eating crappy junk food in that gross motel room the
night before my interview。？
Aaron rolled his eyes。 ？I never told you to kiss your interviewer。？
Serena let out a little snort and Blair glared at her。
？Sorry；？ Serena apologized quickly。 ？e on； Blair；？ she coaxed。 ？You？re； like； the best student
in our class。 You？re totally getting in。 You just have to wait until April to find out。？
Blair kept on glaring at her。 She didn？t want to wait until April。 She wanted to knownow 。
Aaron lit another herbal cigarette and tilted his chin toward the ceiling to blow a few smoke rings。
Already there seemed to be a sort of lazy； superior air about him； as if he knew he could just drink
champagne all day for the rest of second semester and still go to Harvard。 The fucker。
？Hey；？ he yawned。 ？I have to head up to Scarsdale to practice with my band； but let？s go out
later to celebrate。？
Serena stood up on the bed and did a few jumping jacks； as if she really needed the
exercise。 ？Definitely。？
Blair watched Serena？s gorgeous hair fly up into the air above her head and then cascade prettily
down onto her shoulders as Aaron blew more smoke rings。 All of a sudden； Blair couldn？t stand to
be in the same room with them。 ？I have homework to do；？ she huffed； reaching up to feel her new
hairdo as she turned to leave。
？Oh my God！？ Serena cried； vaulting off of Aaron？s bed。 ？Wait； Blair？yourhair ！？
Nice of her to finally notice。
Blair stopped in the doorway and put a hand to where her dark hair fell in a clean line at the nape
of her neck。 ？I like it；？ she declared defensively。
Serena walked around her like she was one of those Greek marble statues on the main floor of
the Met。 ？Oh my God！？ she repeated and reached out to tuck a flyaway hair behind
Blair？s ear。 ？Ilove it！？ she exclaimed； a little too enthusiastically。
Blair wrinkled her pert nose suspiciously。 Did Serena really love it； or was she just being fake？ It
was always so hard to tell。
？You look exactly like Audrey Hepburn；？ Aaron remarked from the bed。
Blair knew he was only saying what she wanted to hear to make up for being such a smug
asshole about getting into Harvard。 She thought about mentioning her Yale alum interview with
Owen Wells on Thursday night but decided to keep the interview to herself。 ？Excuse me；？ she told
them coldly。 ？I have stuff to do。？
Serena watched Blair leave and then climbed back onto the bed beside Aaron。 She picked up the
letter from Harvard and folded it up； carefully tucking it inside the envelope again。 ？I？m so proud
of you；？ she murmured； falling into Aaron？s arms and kissing him。
Eventually Aaron pulled away； but Serena kept her eyes closed； licking the sweet herbal
aftertaste of his kiss from her lips。 ？I love you；？ she heard herself say。 The words seemed to have
just fallen out of her mouth。 She opened her eyes dreamily。
Aaron had never told a girl he loved her； and he hadn？t planned to say it to Serena； at least not
right away。 But it had already been an amazing day； and she was so pletely gorgeous with her
cheeks all flushed and her perfect mouth all red from kissing。 Why not？ It was like the end of one
of his secret cheesy rock…star fantasies； where he and some incredibly hot girl roared off into the
sunset together on a kick…ass Harley。
？I love you； too；？ he said back； and kissed her again。
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February is like the girl at that party I threw when my parents took a ？second honeymoon？ in
Cabo last week （I know： sad）。 You remember？the girl who puked all over the Spanish marble floor
in the guest bathroom and then refused to leave？ We had to throw her Dior saddlebag and Oscar
de la Renta embroidered sheepskin coat into the elevator before she finally got the message。
Unlike most places in the world； though； New York refuses to fall into a February…induced
depression and bee a cold； gray； dismal wasteland。 At least；my New York does。 Here on the
Upper East Side we all know the cure for the drearies： one of Jedediah Angel？s crazy…sexy party
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