mpressed　surprise。　How　could　Yalenot　accept

her？　She　was　first　class。

A　first…class　liar　is　more　like　it。　The　whole　soup　kitchen　thing　is　pletely　bogus；　and　she？d　sort

of　skipped　the　part　about　the　sevenother　chairpeople　who？d　helped　raise　the　money　for　Little

Hearts。

？Hey　Blair！？

Serena　was　ambling　down　the　sidewalk　toward　her；　wearing　black　fishnets　with　a　hole　in　one

knee；　her　luminous　blond　hair　pulled　up　in　a　messy　bun。　For　some　girls　this　would　have　been　a

very　white…trash　moment；　but　for　Serena　it　was　an

I…can…get…away…with…this…because…I…look…good…in…anything　moment。　A　cab　rushed　down　the　street

and　the　driver　whistled　out　the　window　and　honked　as　he　drove　by。　Serena　was　so　used　to　the

sound　of　men　whistling　and　cars　honking；　she　never　even　bothered　to　turn　around。

She　sat　down　next　to　Blair　and　pulled　a　crumpled　turquoise…colored　pack　of　American　Spirits　out

of　her　pocket。　She？d　started　smoking　them　when　she　and　Aaron　had　gotten　together；　because　they

were　supposed　to　be　all　natural　and　additive…free。

As　if　there？s　suc