uncertainly, tugging her hat off and shaking her hair out around her shoulders. She’d had enough surprises
for the day.
Nate grinned. He couldn’t wait to tell Blair what he’d decided. He hooked his fingers underneath the sweater and pulled it
up.
“That’s the surprise?” Blair rolled her eyes, even though she got a little excited at the sight of Nate’s taut, tanned abs.
“No, look!” Nate yanked the sweater over his head to reveal a white T-shirt with a navy blue Yale insignia.
Blair gasped. He was coming back to school with her? This was way better than any ring. “Oh, Nate!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck.
Nate smiled happily. He couldn’t believe it had taken him so long to realize that he and Blair were meant to be together.
Sure, she could be a pain in the ass, but she was his pain in the ass. And after his conversation with Chuck the other night, college suddenly seemed like a good option. He couldn’t
sail around the world forever.
“I don’t want to say goodbye to you again. Maybe I can even get placed in your dorm.” He grinned. He still couldn’t believe
how easy the decision had been.
“I’ll arrange everything,” Blair said matter-of-factly. She couldn’t believe how, after her shitstorm of a year, her life
had finally settled down. Everything was perfectly in place. “We’ll get an apartment together. Then we can have a huge party and I’ll
introduce you to everyone!”
Blair ran her hands over the Yale insignia across his strong chest. “I love you, Nate,” she whispered.
Looks like someone got a Bulldog for Christmas.
les liaisons dangereuses: upper west side edition
Vanessa slammed down the top of her MacBook Pro in frustration. It was now totally dark outside, and she’d spent the past
two hours sitting at the laminate counter in the Humphreys’ kitchen, Googling Hollis. She’d found out he ran track in high
school, that his mom was a sociology and gender studies professor at UCLA, his dad was a pioneer in philanthropic microlending
to developing countries, and that he’d won several film contests as an undergrad. He’d also showed up in a couple Tribeca
Film Festival party photos, above the caption “The Sexy Side of Celluloid.”
She couldn’t stop thinking about him. She wondered what his bedroom looked like and if he had a girlfriend and what he was
doing now. And, of course, what he thought of the kiss.
The kiss.
It shouldn’t have happened. Vanessa knew that. She’d immediately broken it off and run all the way down the four flights of
stairs and hailed a cab. It wasn’t until she was halfway home that she’d realized she’d left her video camera at his apartment.
She’d sent him a quick e-mail asking him to drop it off at the Cantor Film Center, where she’d pick it up next semester, but
hadn’t heard anything back. Which was a good thing. Maybe Hollis regretted the kiss just as much as she did. After all, Dan
would be back in a few days—back for good. They were about to start a new life together. Entertaining a crush on her former
TA was not a promising start.
The loud screech of the buzzer yanked Vanessa out of her reverie. She slid off the steel stool and ran over to the ancient
intercom system.
“Hello?” she asked curiously. Maybe it was one of Rufus’s Beat poet friends. They sometimes stopped by without warning.
“Vanessa?” a gravelly voice asked. Hollis. Fuck. Why had he come here? Was he stalking her?
Asks the girl who’s spent the entire afternoon on a Googlefest.
“Hey,” Vanessa said. She tried to sound casual, but it came out more like a bark.
“I have your camera. Buzz me up?” Hollis yelled into the intercom. Vanessa looked around in panic. The general level of cleanliness
of the Humphrey apartment always hovered somewhere between dusty and disastrous, and it was closer to the disastrous end of
the spectrum today. With Rufus and Dan away, Vanessa had
for the day.
Nate grinned. He couldn’t wait to tell Blair what he’d decided. He hooked his fingers underneath the sweater and pulled it
up.
“That’s the surprise?” Blair rolled her eyes, even though she got a little excited at the sight of Nate’s taut, tanned abs.
“No, look!” Nate yanked the sweater over his head to reveal a white T-shirt with a navy blue Yale insignia.
Blair gasped. He was coming back to school with her? This was way better than any ring. “Oh, Nate!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck.
Nate smiled happily. He couldn’t believe it had taken him so long to realize that he and Blair were meant to be together.
Sure, she could be a pain in the ass, but she was his pain in the ass. And after his conversation with Chuck the other night, college suddenly seemed like a good option. He couldn’t
sail around the world forever.
“I don’t want to say goodbye to you again. Maybe I can even get placed in your dorm.” He grinned. He still couldn’t believe
how easy the decision had been.
“I’ll arrange everything,” Blair said matter-of-factly. She couldn’t believe how, after her shitstorm of a year, her life
had finally settled down. Everything was perfectly in place. “We’ll get an apartment together. Then we can have a huge party and I’ll
introduce you to everyone!”
Blair ran her hands over the Yale insignia across his strong chest. “I love you, Nate,” she whispered.
Looks like someone got a Bulldog for Christmas.
les liaisons dangereuses: upper west side edition
Vanessa slammed down the top of her MacBook Pro in frustration. It was now totally dark outside, and she’d spent the past
two hours sitting at the laminate counter in the Humphreys’ kitchen, Googling Hollis. She’d found out he ran track in high
school, that his mom was a sociology and gender studies professor at UCLA, his dad was a pioneer in philanthropic microlending
to developing countries, and that he’d won several film contests as an undergrad. He’d also showed up in a couple Tribeca
Film Festival party photos, above the caption “The Sexy Side of Celluloid.”
She couldn’t stop thinking about him. She wondered what his bedroom looked like and if he had a girlfriend and what he was
doing now. And, of course, what he thought of the kiss.
The kiss.
It shouldn’t have happened. Vanessa knew that. She’d immediately broken it off and run all the way down the four flights of
stairs and hailed a cab. It wasn’t until she was halfway home that she’d realized she’d left her video camera at his apartment.
She’d sent him a quick e-mail asking him to drop it off at the Cantor Film Center, where she’d pick it up next semester, but
hadn’t heard anything back. Which was a good thing. Maybe Hollis regretted the kiss just as much as she did. After all, Dan
would be back in a few days—back for good. They were about to start a new life together. Entertaining a crush on her former
TA was not a promising start.
The loud screech of the buzzer yanked Vanessa out of her reverie. She slid off the steel stool and ran over to the ancient
intercom system.
“Hello?” she asked curiously. Maybe it was one of Rufus’s Beat poet friends. They sometimes stopped by without warning.
“Vanessa?” a gravelly voice asked. Hollis. Fuck. Why had he come here? Was he stalking her?
Asks the girl who’s spent the entire afternoon on a Googlefest.
“Hey,” Vanessa said. She tried to sound casual, but it came out more like a bark.
“I have your camera. Buzz me up?” Hollis yelled into the intercom. Vanessa looked around in panic. The general level of cleanliness
of the Humphrey apartment always hovered somewhere between dusty and disastrous, and it was closer to the disastrous end of
the spectrum today. With Rufus and Dan away, Vanessa had
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