Growl。
Blair hitched up the straps on her totally see…though cream…colored Cosabella camisole。 If it
hadn？t been for Lord Marcus； she？d have grabbed the girl by the scruff of the neck and thrown her
out on the street。
？Hey； sis；？ Tyler greeted her in a fake stoner voice； puffing up his shoulders in an attempt to look
bigger。 ？This is Jasmine。 Jazz； this is my sister； Blair。？
？Cool；？ Blair？s apple…cheeked clone responded casually。 Like she hadn？t just spent all day trying
to dress exactly like Blair。
Blair wrinkled up her pert little nose。 ？I got the part！？ she heard Serena scream from the other
side of the room； for what seemed like the thousandth fucking time。 She picked up her cigarette
holder； waiting for Marcus to give her a light。 ？How do you do？？ she replied in her best
gracious…under…pressure Audrey Hepburn imitation； blowing smoke over her brother？s and his
stupid little girlfriend？s heads。
Serena may well have gotten the part； but Blairlived it； every day。
Nothing can keep us together
It was almost surreal how graduation changed everything and everybody。 The party was like
being at a reunion； except that they？d only just graduated that morning。 Some of the girls were
still wearing their white graduation dresses with rubber flip…flops and their hair all undone；
looking like runaway brides。 The boys had rolled the cuffs up on their neatly pressed khakis； and
their school ties hung askew on their bare； sun…kissed chests； so that they resembled models in a
Ralph Lauren menswear campaign； dressed up for cocktails but sitting on a dock with their feet
dangling in a lake as if they？d rather drink beers together than go