oise　pendant　in　my　pocket。　Looked　tired　and　clumsy。　Blair

put　another　cigarette　between　the　lips　and　risk　a　match；　trying　to　light　it。　Continued

trying　without　any　luck　and　finally　dropped　the　match　with　a　sigh　mad。

Nate　opened　the　Zippo　and　extended　it　to　her；　but　the　Blair　ignored。

…　What　is　the　problem？　…　Asked　him；　although　the　absolute　certainty　of　the　response。

Blair　narrowed　eyes　at　him；　lit　a　cigarette　still　hanging　in　the　mouth。　He　was　not　the

protagonist。　He　already　was。　And　there　were　so　many　promising　stars　…　that　you　needed　him？

…　You　are　another　reason　why　I　was　anxious　to　enter　the　college。

…　I　just　want　to　light　up　your　cigar　…　Nate　replied　without　much　conviction。

…　OK　…　Nate　Blair　lit　a　cigarette　and　inhale　deeply。　After　a　torrent　of　smoke　blew　in　his

face。　…　Now　you　can　fuck。

Nate　wrinkle　the　forehead　and　closed　his　Zippo；　extinguishing　the　flame。　Blair　always

exaggerated。　Near　them；　people　began　to　sing；　〃Ten！　Nine！　Eight！　〃

…　Blair？　…　Nate　took　a　step　forward。　All　you　had　to　do　was　kiss　it　and　make　up；　and

everything　back　to　normal　again。　Like　old　times。

But　Blair　broke；　dropping　the　cigarette　feet　of　Nate；　the　tail…of…brown　horse　while　swinging

between　omoplatas　went　to　the　sliding　glass　door　that　led　to　the　deck。　It　was　nearly

midnight　and　I　had　something　better　to　do　than　kiss　another　Mané。

s　win　a　serenade

Serena　had　danced　so　much　that　he　felt　like　he　had　run　a　marathon。　The　mouth　was　dry；　doíam

legs　and　arms　pendiam　loose　side。　Someone　had　cuspido　drink　in　your　hair；　but　she　was　not

called。　He　had　a　cute　butt　is　swinging　pretty　close　to　it；　and　used　a　butt…olive　green

trousers　and　belonged　to