the sight of them； grab the nearest sharp or heavy object； and hurl it at their heads；
shouting； ？Cheating； horny fuckheads！？ But she couldn？t help feeling more than a little pissed off
by how good they looked together。 The natural highlights in Nate？s hair were exactly the same
pale gold color as Serena？s hair； and they both had the same healthy； sun…drenched glow； as if
they？d spent hours together on a blanket in Sheep Meadow； kissing and getting tan。 Serena was
wearing one of Nate？s weather…beaten navy blue short…sleeved polo shirts； its collar faded and the
hem frayed； and Nate？s cheeks sparkled a little in the bright ballroom light from the glitter in
Serena？s pale pink Vincent Longo lip gloss。
Which might have been cute in other circumstances but was definitelynot cute right now。
Still； there was something amiss in their togetherness。 Nate looked thin and depressed； and
Serena looked distracted and spacier than usual。 Blair satisfied herself with the notion that they
were definitely not happy。 Nate was probably always too stoned to pay attention to Serena in the
way that she passive…aggressively demanded。 And Serena probably forgot to call Nate all the time。
He pretended not to like constant calling； but he secretly needed it the way only children always
need to be reminded that they are the center of the universe。 With a private； smug smile； Blair
went back to the rack of Ghost dresses she？d been sorting through in a halfhearted attempt to find
something original and irresistible to wear for Constance Billard？s graduation ceremony； which
was only two weeks away。
Exactly。 Why waste energy on hating them when there were more important mat