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her　back　with　his　fingertips。　The　best　thing　about　Serena　was　her　total　lack　of　embarrassing　flab。

Her　entire　body　was　as　long　and　lean　and　taut　as　the　strings　on　his　Prince　titanium　tennis　racket。

It　was　painful　having　such　a　ridiculously　hot　best　friend。　Why　couldn？t　his　best　friend　be　some

lard…assed　dude　with　zits　and　dandruff？　Instead　he　had　Serena　and　Blair　Waldorf；　hands　down　the

two　hottest　girls　on　the　Upper　East　Side；　and　maybe　all　of　Manhattan；　or　even　the　whole　world。

Serena　was　an　absolute　goddess？every　guy　Nate　knew　talked　about　her？but　she　was　mysterious。

She？d　laugh　for　hours　if　she　spotted　a　cloud　shaped　like　a　toilet　seat　or　something　equally

ridiculous；　and　the　next　moment　she？d　be　wistful　and　sad。　It　was　impossible　to　tell　what　she　was

thinking　most　of　the　time。　Sometimes　Nate　wondered　if　she　would？ve　been　more　fortable　in　a

body　that　was　slightly　less　perfect；　because　it　would？ve　given　her　moreincentive　；to　use　an　SAT

vocabulary　word。　Like　she　wasn？t　sure　what　she　had　to　aspire　to；　since　she　basically　had

everything　a　girl　could　possibly　want。

Blair　was　petite；　with　a　pretty；　foxlike　face；　blue　eyes；　and　wavy　chestnut…colored　hair。　She　let

everyone　know　what　she　was　thinking；　and　she　was　fiercely　petitive。　For　instance；　she　always

found　opportunities　to　point　out　that　her　chest　was　almost　a　whole　cup　size　larger　than　Serena？s

and　that　she？d　scored　almost　100　points　higher　than　Serena　on　the　practice　SAT。

Way　back　in　fifth　grade；　Serena　had　told　Nate　she　was　pretty　sure　Blair　had　a　crush　on　him。　He

started　to　notice　that　Blair　did　stick　her　chest　out　when　he　was　looking；　and　she　was　always　either

bossing　him　around　or　fixi