she suspected he
wasn?t paying attention in class; she stomped her feet like a petulant child and asked him a
question; demanding his attention。
He wasn?t even sure which poem she was talking about; although he knew it was Robert Frost;
and he?d memorized most of Frost。
?It?s either the guy or the horse;? Dan answered mechanically without even looking up。
?Thanks; Stormfield;? Ms。 Solomon cracked sarcastically。
?Even I could do better than that;? Chuck Bass jeered from the front of the room; where he?d
decided to sit every day up until the final exam; in his last…ditch effort to get better than a D in
English。 Chuck was wearing orange…and…white plaid Bermuda shorts; a white polo shirt; white
patent leather shoes; and a matching white patent leather belt。 It was the sort of outfit a Park
Avenue mom would dress her three…year…old son in for church; only Chuck had chosen the outfit
himself。 Sweetie sat in Chuck?s lap; wearing a tiny rhinestone tiara。
Dan shrugged。 He was beyond Chuck?s nasty wisecracks; and beyond Ms。 Solomon?s insolent
crush。 Way beyon