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第14部分（第2页）

“Boyfriend？”　Nate　asked　moronically；　looking　between　the　two　girls　as　if　he　were　watching　a　tennis　match。　Blair　had　a　boyfriend？

“I　don’t　have　a　boyfriend。　How　would　Serena　know；　anyway？”　Blair　challenged。

“I　don’t　know；　because　you　wouldn’t　stop　talking　about　him　the　other　day？　You　know；　after　you　spent　Christmas　with　him　and　all？”　Serena　said　sarcastically。

Nate　glanced　between　the　two　of　them　in　disbelief。　Out　on　the　ocean　with　Chips；　they　could　always　tell　a　storm　was　ing　by　the　change　in　the　air。　It　was　the　same　with　Serena　and　Blair。　He　could　feel　a　change　in　the　room；　as　if　a　palpable　electric　charge　was　emanating　from　the　girls’　skin。

“Serena；　just　get　your　own　fucking　life；”　Blair　snapped。　“You　know　nothing　about　me。”　Her　white　Egyptian　cotton　towel　was　askew；　and　blotches　of　pink　appeared　on　her　pale　neck。　She　looked　like　she　was　ready　to　claw　Serena’s　eyes　out。

Uh…oh。

“Oh；　please。　You　think　you　can　just　have　whatever　you　want；　whenever　you　want。”　Serena’s　voice　had　taken　on　a　slightly　hysterical　edge。

Instead　of　speaking；　Blair　hurled　a　Mason　Pearson　hairbrush　at　Serena。　Because　Blair　had　terrible　aim；　she　missed；　creating　a　dent　in　the　wall。　The　brush　clattered　onto　Nate’s　dresser　and　hit　one　of　the　sailboat　models；　splintering　it　into　pieces。

“I　can’t　do　this；”　Nate　yelled；　surprising　himself。　His　voice　echoed　in　his　head。　“You　two　always　fight。　I　never　should　have　e　back。　I’m　leaving。　Don’t　look　for　me。”　He　grabbed　a　few　pairs　of　clean　boxers　from　his　dresser；　tossed　them　in　the　duffel　he　hadn’t　bothered　unpacking　since　the　Belinda；　and　stalked　down　the　hallway。

“Nate；　wait！”　Serena　yelled；　running　behind　him。

“Nate！”　Blair　called　at　the　same　time；　racing　after　Serena。

The　door　slammed；　leaving　Blair　and　Serena　alone。

Blair　glared　at　Serena。　“We’re　no　longer　friends；”　she　spat。　Then　she　turned　on　her　heel　and　followed　Nate　down　the　hall　and　out　the　door　to　the　stairs　that　led　to　the　street。

“Good！”　Serena　retorted。　She　knew　she　sounded　like　an　angry　four…year…old　whose　best　friend　has　stolen　her　favorite　toy。

Familiar　story。

Serena　collapsed　on　Nate’s　bed　and　stared　up　at　the　ceiling。　The　skylight　window　up　above　was　covered　with　pure　white　snow。　She　wanted　to　cry；　but　no　tears　fell。　Instead；　she　seethed。　Everything　that　had　ever　gone　wrong　in　her　life　was　Blair’s　fault。

Happy　fucking　New　Year！

II

hey　people！

As　we’ve　all　learned　by　now；　the　etymology　of　the　word　sophomore　es　from　the　Greek　words　sophos；　meaning　“wise；”　and　moros；　meaning　“foolish。”　It’s　a　contradictory　term　for　a　contradictory　year：　We’ve　learned　that　pizza　and　PBR　don’t　mix　with　our　favorite　skinny　jeans；　that　a　TA　can　be　extremely　hot　if　we　look　past　his　dorky　collection　of　PBS　tote　bags；　and　that　placing　a　kegerator　in　the　mon　area　of　your　dorm　does　not　constitute　a　design　decision。　But　we　still　have　a　lot　to　figure　out。

Take；　for　example；　N；　who’s　displaying　a　lot　of　sophomoric　tendencies　despite　his　official　class　year。　Last　year；　he　may　have　toyed　with　the　idea　of　attending　Yale；　but　as　a　tussle　between　B　and　S　became　his　own　personal　crash　course　in　conflict；　he　realized　that　he　might　be　better　off　with　just　boys—at　least　for　now。　He’s　now　a　first　year　at　Deep　Springs　College；　an　all…male　two…year　academy　on　a　working　alfalfa　farm　in　California。　To　each　his　own…。

For　many；　the　key　to　figuring　out　your　future　is　determining　whom　you　want　to　spend　it　with。　Case　in　point：　B。　She　and　her　boyfriend；　P；　patched　things　up　quickly　after　their　Tiffany　fallout　last　year；　and　are　now　happily　ensconced　in　their　Chapel　Street　town　house。　But　what　will　happen　to　their　cozy　domesticity　once　P　graduates　in　the　spring？　Or　consider　V。　Her　boyfriend；　H；　may　have　wowed　the　critics　at　Cannes；　but　Hollywood　hasn’t　gone　to　his　head—he’s　often　spotted　picking　up　V’s　favorite　Hummus　Place　order　while　she　studies　late　in　Bobst　Library。　How　sweet。　Or；　um；　salty。

On　the　other　hand；　you　could　do　some　soul…searching　and　find　that　the　only　person　you　want　to　spend　time　with　is　you。　Take　S；　who’s　often　curled　up　with　a　cappuccino　and　Kant　at　Doma　Cafe　around　the　corner　from　her　Perry　Street　apartment。　Or　our　favorite　shaggy…haired　poet；　D；　surrounded　by　plenty　of　girls　in　his　Columbia　poetry　seminars；　but　always　leaving　campus　solo。　After　all；　the　most　important　thing　you　learn　about　in　college　might　just　be　yourself。

sightings

B；　with　her　boyfriend；　P；　at　LAX。　After　a　sunny　West　Coast　holiday；　is　the　happy　couple　headed　back　our　way？　D　shuffling　from　his　apartment　up　to　the　Columbia　campus；　muttering　to　himself　and　chain…smoking　Camels。　Still　playing　the　tortured　artist；　or　has　he　really　lost　it？　V　and　H　at　a　Miramax　holiday　party；　talking　to　a　New　York　reporter　about　V’s　decorating　plans　for　H’s　brand…new　Williamsburg　loft。　And　the　biggest　transformation　award　goes　to？　S　at　Doma　（again！）；　reading　Civilization　and　Its　Discontents　and　looking　pretty　discontent　herself。　Research　for　a　role；　or　is　someone　having　a　little　slump　of　her　own？　D’s　little　sister；　J；　at　JFK；　boarding　a　flight　to　Paris—Bonne　Année！　N　in　flannel；　hitching　a　ride　to　Eastern　Sierra　Regional　Airport；　his　green　eyes　glinting　with　tears。　Why　so　sad；　N？

your　e…mail

q：　Dear　Gossip　Girl；

I’m　a　sophomore　womyn　who’s　always　dated　other　womyn。　I　had　a　sense　my　last　girlfriend　was　more　of　a　BUG—you　know；　a　bisexual　until　graduation；　which　is　one　of　those　acronyms　I　hate；　but　it’s　bee　so　accepted　in　popular　society　that　at　least　people　are　talking　about　it。　Anyway；　this　BUG　not　only　broke　up　with　me；　but　she’s　dating　this　dumb　football

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