Blair squeezed his hand back。 “Why don’t you go tell her？” she
asked him。 “Tell her you can’t be friends with her anymore。” Her
stomach rumbled nervously。 After all the throwing up she’d done；
she really needed another tuna roll。
Nate stared at Serena with grim； slightly stoned determination。 If
Blair thought it was crucial that he tell Serena to get lost； then he’d
do it。 He couldn’t wait to get this all behind them so he could relax。
In fact； after he talked to Serena he was going to head upstairs and
find somewhere private to light up。
Waspoid rule #1： When things get intense； smoke a joint。
“All right；” Nate said； letting go of Blair’s hand。 “Here I go。”
“Hey；” Serena said。 She reached up and kissed Nate on the cheek。
He blushed。 He hadn’t expected her to touch him。 “You look mahvelous；
darling；” she said in a silly； hoity…toity accent。
“Thanks；” Nate said。 He tried to put his hands in his pockets； but his
tuxedo didn’t have any。 Stupid thing。 “So； what have you been up
to？” he asked。
“Well； I kind of blew off the party；” Serena explained。 “I’ve been out
dancing at this crazy place in Brooklyn。”
Nate raised his eyebrows in surprise。 But then again； nothing
Serena said should have surprised him anymore。
“So； you want to dance？” Serena asked。 She put her arms around
Nate’s neck before he answered； and began to swing her h