The fact
that all the characters in the film were slowly trickling into the party made it seem like the opening
night of an edgy new documentary； and everyone at the party felt totally famous。
？I told you I was telegenic；？ Chuck Bass crowed； watching himself onscreen。 He？d arrived with
an entourage of crew…cutted boys in gray flannel uniforms no one else there had ever laid eyes on
before。
That？s because he？d raided the sophomore class of some random Catholic school near his Sutton
Place apartment and paid the boys to e。
？They？re cute；？ Isabel remarked； eyeballing a particularly innocent； wide…eyed…looking boy who
was signing Chuck？s Riverside Prep yearbook with a yellow highlighter pen。 Isabel had changed
into a pair of cutoff Rogan jeans and a cut…up red Juicy Couture T…shirt and was looking almost
indecently slutty。
The boy eyeballed her back。 He？d never seen so much well…tended exposed skin。 Maybe it was
his lucky night！
？They？re only； like； thirteen years old；？ Kati scoffed as she flipped through her yearbook；
counting how many people had signed it。 She was saving her virginity for college。 Sort of。
Technically she？d already lost it to Chuck Bass at a party at Serena？s house； like； two years ago；
but she？d been so drunk at the time； she didn？t even remember it。
Lord Marcus slipped something cool and wonderful around Blair？s neck。 Blair touched her
collarbone and glanced down。 It was a Bvlgari pearl choker exactly like the one she？d borrowed
from her mother for herBreakfast at Fred？s audition； only ten times nicer。 Each pearl in the strand
was its own unique shape； imperfect and perfect at the same time； fastened by an o