All I Want Is Everything (2 page)

Chuck Bass Blair came from behind and put his hands on the
shoulders and large hot naked her, tonificados the practice of tennis.

- I just see the little girl that Nate and giving some of Constance amassos the corner-he announced, as if everyone wanted to know.

Chuck was a nice way obscure means of comerial of post-shave
lotion. It was also the most expensive chicken throughout New York. He tried to hurt
Serena when she collapsed drunk in the hotel room of the family in his Tribeca Star in October
and almost succeeded in that little Jenny Humphrey bear the dress for him in the bathroom
of women at the party in Boca Kiss in the same week. Chuck was the worst type of chicken, but all have tolerate because he was one of
them: attending a small private school for boys, in the primary, he went to the school of
dance in the Arthur Murray and took tennis lessons at Asphalt Green, and sang in the church
hotel on the beach front in the south of France. He was invited to the best parties and most
exclusive private sales, like all others in the group. Even when he was rejected, Chuck
yet again. He was mercilessly inespantável.

Blair tried to remove his hands.

- So?

Chuck continued with their hands where they are.

- Nate never managed to make you sell, right? - He began to
massage her shoulders. - I was thinking that maybe the honor to be mine.

The entire body of Blair rigid. Until that moment, she never
had many problems with Chuck,

but now understand why the Serena hated both. She pushed the
chair back, hands violently expelling him from his shoulders and stood up.

- I have to go to the bathroom, she announced to the table,
completely ignoring Chuck. -

Then we get out of here. We can continue the party at my
house or something.

Aaron got up and took a step toward her, the threading
website skytech behind the ear, half embarrassed.

- You okay? - He asked, looking worried.

At that moment, every one act of Mr. Sensitive irritated
Blair almost as much as the galinhagem to Chuck.

- I'm great.

She turned and marched across the room the best that could
jump in the needle of acrylic Christian Louboutin and Gucci dress in black superapertado,
looking directly to the front to prevent see Nate Ginny with that little girl, or whatever
the hell is the name her.

People were gathering on the track in an excited whisper. It
seemed Flow - the lead singer of the world's most delicious music - was about to appear.
But Blair does not matter. She was not drooling for famous people, like most of the girls.
Did not need it: she was the star in the film that run on your head, the most famous
person I knew.

the cat's rock turns the head of all Jenny was a kind of trance blessed all night. Prior to
accompany her to the prom Black-and-White, Nate wore a Donna Karan tuxedo again, Jenny
pegara by taxi, led her to eat sushi and drink sake in very Bond and wish him a small
turquoise pendant Jade Jagger in form the star. His green eyes spark to light the candles and
golden hair that were so perfectly desgrenhados Jenny was taking for his mental polaróides that
could paint a portrait brand new in the morning and increase its
collection.

Best of all was that, after they reached the ball, Nate not
dragged to talk to people she did not know. Even the friends of turbulent Nate, Jeremy
Scott Tompkinson, Anthony and Charlie Avuldsen Dem, left the two alone. That night Nate
was just her, happy to hug her while they kissed silently in the corner.

- You know the screen The kiss of Gustave Klimt? - Said Jenny excited while looking at the lovely face of Nate.

Nate made a grimace.

- Not really.

- You know. It is famous for dammit. Anyway, this is what I
remember.

He has to shoulder and looked to the stage.

- I think the guy the 45 will appear in a moment and speak
something.

Jenny encostou the wall. Before Nate, it would wet the
panties of excitement to see a celebrity like Flow, but now all that I was still kissing
Nate.

- So? - She gave a giggle and a light hit in the mouth with
the back of the hand, with care not to blur the brightness MAC pink. - That was awesome -
she added short.

- What? - Nate asked, looking distraught to the hall.

- I never kissed so long well-accepted Jenny.

Nate turned to her and smiled. He had smoked a joint on the
way to get her way and was still stoned. He loved the dress that Jenny was wearing. It was
long and black, the low neckline in front and back, with a frilled white dramatic that shaken
tiny ankles.

Jenny had bought the dress at Century 21, a tip of stock of
clothing for fashion frequented by hunters of bargains and a notion that people desperately
not buy anything that had label,

even if it were obviously imperfect or was just a bad idea that the designer
does not sell anywhere, except in the 21 Century.

It was exactly four Allowances by the father dress, but Nate
did not know that. He thought it seemed an angel in black and white. An angel with the
best pair of big tits he turns. He passed by the hands and arms clear soft as baby of Jenny.
She was gentle and warm, fresh bread rolls and a five-star restaurant.

The DJ began to play the success of 45, Korrupt Me, and then
appeared arrogant Flow ramp coming from nothing, using a coat of smoking on a red shirt
with BE KIND in large white characters and laughing as perhaps one of the guys I know
most of the world. Flow was the son of a Danish model in lingerie and a Jamaican coffee
magnate, and a version appeared tan and blue eyes of Jim Morrison, the classic band of the
1960s, The Doors. He went up behind a glass podium, the music stopped and all uivaram and
applauded. Jenny started to hand the thumb of Nate and gave a squeeze as they went out of the
corner to see.

- I just wanted to welcome you all for coming here and it is
taking place this evening to raise money for ... - Flow opened the jacket of a tuxedo
shirt and pointing to some of the guests excited and daring of the dance, a people who had not
ashamed to pay Economic,

shouted: “Be Kind!”

In the same time, Blair opened the door of the bathroom for
women to find Nate and Jenny hand in hand and in her path. Jenny wore a dress of garish
fashion dubious granny style that was too large and too small bottom up. She and Nate appeared
in some suburban bregas night of their prom.

Blair Fix the straps of the dress and estalou lips laqueados
ruby-red. The sooner left there, the better. But she could not slip away as a poor
ex-girlfriend rejected. I had to show more pride than that of shit.

Well, much more.

- I would like to thank the organizing committee of the
ball, led by Blair Waldorf and Serena van der Woodsen - Flow continued, reading a
cartãozinho who was in his hand.

- Hey, that the two girls do not come here and help me to
announce how much money raised?

All esticaram the neck to look for Serena and Blair.

In his typically exuberant way, Serena dropped a high yelp
and slide effortlessly by the dance floor, climbing the podium with the hair clear
esvoaçantes. Flow took a step back,

muted by the beauty of it, and Serena is bent into the microphone.

- Come on, Blair - she shouted, looking at crowded hall. -
Come here!

Blair could feel that people saw. She tried to give a smile
and left his post at the door of the bathroom, walking in front of the nose and Nate] enny
while opening the way to the front hall.

The mouth of Nate Blair zuniu when it opened for him. It
seemed higher than he remembered and his butt was more defined. The long hair and skin glowed
had a pearly tone that it was willing to play her. She was hot.

No, she was more than hot. Suddenly he was confused. I take
the arm of Blair and say: “Come back here. I made a mistake.” But then] enny shook his
hand, and he looked at the brown eyes and moving neckline and deep, and immediately forgot to
Blair again.

Nate was like the more goofy labrador. If you balance a
stick in front of him, he only thought about get it, but if you throw a tennis ball, he
forgot the rod and ran behind the ball.

Blair joined them on the podium and Flow gave Serena a sheet
of paper, smiling from ear to ear as the two organizers of the ball, by chance, were so
beautiful.

- OK - Serena said, reading the paper. - So, we raise eight
hundred thousand and four hundred dollars. All the benefit of Be Kind, a new
international fund to rescue animals. -

She exhibited the famous smile that had been captured by so many photographers in the pages of social and foforas
and the arm of cutucou Blair.

Blair had organized hundreds of such things. She knew the
protocol.

She bent to the microphone ..

- Thanks for coming! - She cried, giving the best smile of
benefactress. - And do not forget to exchange their gifts Coach ... is the best part of the
party!

The music started again, higher than before, and all turned
to drink and dance. Flow bent his head to Serena and whispered something in her ear. The
breath of it was hot and pinicou in her ear. He had smell of new leather.

Serena laughed.

-Wait a minute, okay?

Flow assentiu while Serena took the arm of Blair and is out
of padi, dragging her friend back to the table for two.

- He wants me to find him out there, give us a ride in his
limo. Quick, grab your coat. You will also.

Blair made a grimace. She really was not the type to hold
candle, thank you.

- I think not.

Serena pretended not to hear. Blair would not let melasse
all his party.

Kati, Isabel, Chuck, and Aaron Miles were still seated at
the table, drinking the Stoli that Chuck had brought in a bottle of silver monogram.

- Come on - Serena said to them in jubilation. - Everybody
out! Let's do the party in the limo Flow!

Blair's got the ticket in his jacket pocket baguette Fendi
fur of mink and armadillo not exactly free of cruelty.

Sometimes the enthusiasm of the Serena beirava irritating.
But Blair could not say that I do not like to dance.

She liked the idea of being produced walking across the city
by car, seeing the world through the glass fumê the limo. Audrey Jennifer was so in
luxury.

And maybe a walk in the mud flow was exactly what his life
would become, like magic, a series of disasters for a series of dreams that become reality.

Nate was getting half full of both kissing Jenny. He had
drunk too much and needed to give even a few tapas.

- Want to walk a little? - He asked.

Jennysorriu for him. It seemed that the cilia of Nate had
been bathed in gold and the hair.

The only thing that would leave that evening even more
perfect Nate would tell her: “I love you.” And she hoped that was exactly what he would do.

- Of course - she said anxiously.

They got the jackets and Nate kept the door open for when
she left the bustle of the hotel.

A huge black limousine with darkened windows was parked
outside. Nate and Jenny down the marble steps to the sidewalk and Nate tore her hand to turn
a slightly based. Jenny jumble of his black suede gloves, disappointed. If Nate was going
to say “I love you,” she did not want was stoned when he did that.

Suddenly the glass of the black limo down and appeared the
beautiful blond hair from Serena.

- Hey, you there! - She said to Nate and Jenny. - Come on!
We are giving a party! Come!

Come!

As always, Serena was acting on impulse. Even went through
her head that they were the last little shit in the world who wanted to see Blair.

Jenny always very venerou Serena, and riding a car with her
and with others who were there seemed exciting and decadent.

More exciting than walking the freezing cold while Nate was
doidão. She touched the arm of Nate.

- Can we go?

Nate has to shoulder. Was ready for anything, since that
could lead the based with him.

- Sure. Why not?

The door was opened and Jenny laughed as lively memory on
the mass of legs and knees with socks trawler with smokings and if espremia in a tiny corner
near the window, next to a girl who wore the shoes most beautiful and seemingly more
expensive it now turns. A girl who,

incidentally, was the ex-girlfriend of Nate, Blair Waldorf.

The face of Jenny was red as tomato and she immediately
turned his head to the other side,

giving the man with the look of bastard Chuck Bass, the jerk
who had tried to give it a squeeze booked the bathroom of the party in Boca Kiss in
October .

Tá seeing what happens when you enter a limo without first
checking who's there?

d can get rid of marriage Daniel Humphrey bite your fingernail pink to Vanessa Abrams
and spat in rough brown carpet of his bedroom. The nail was much longer than the other and
he was tired of the way it always arranhva accidentally.

-Hey, that was my guitar unhada - Vanessa protested, moving
his hand with a wrench and examining the damage.

Dan laughed. His face is pale brown hair under the contort
embarrassed. He rarely cut their hair, but the hair too large combined with the image of poet
desgrenhada and supercafeinada it.

-As you touch guitar.

Vanessa has the shoulders and rub the top of the head and
almost black with a scraped knuckle pale. He had huge brown eyes, fair skin and red lips
and thin and could even be beautiful, if stopped shave his head. But Vanessa does not
call for the beauty, rather the darker side of things, into their ugly.

-How do you know? - She said. - During the day I am with
you, but at night I play tock.

-Do you like music or high - zombou Dan He pushed the bed
and began to tickle her in the armpits. - Your favorite CD is a recording of a tempestada
with thunder.

-Stop it! - Vanessa winch, debating arms and legs and
bufando hysterical. - Daniel Randolph Humphrey, stop it now!