Because I'm Worth It by Cecily von Ziegesar

Author:Cecily von Ziegesar
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing
Published: 2004-01-30T05:00:00+00:00

s wears her love like a baby tee

“You’re friends with that Serena chick, right?” Sonny Webster, a lanky boy with jet-black hair streaked with paper-bag-brown highlights asked Chuck Bass as they sat in the second row, waiting for the Les Best show to begin on Friday night. Sonny was the son of Vivienne Webster, a British lingerie designer whose hip-hugging boy shorts were all the rage at the moment. Sonny and Chuck had met in a bar last night and were already fast friends. They were even wearing matching Tods moccasins—dark brown with neon green rubber soles. Very gay urban yachtsman, and extremely impractical for the unprecedented amount of snow that had been predicted for that evening.

Chuck nodded. “She’s appearing naked. That’s what I heard, anyway.” He rubbed his newly toned stomach. “I can’t wait,” he added halfheartedly.

“See Chuck talking to whatshisname, Vivienne Webster’s totally gay son?” Kati Farkas whispered to Isabel Coates. “I swear Chuck’s into guys now.” She and Isabel had made it to the front row, just as they’d set out to do. Not because of their completely unnecessary little volunteer effort hanging up NO LOITERING signs around Bryant Park but because Isabel’s father, Arthur Coates, was a very famous actor who’d complained that his daughter and her friend deserved to be in the front row this year because he’d already spent a fortune on Les Best’s entire spring-summer collection.

“I think maybe he’s bi,” Isabel whispered back. “He’s still wearing that gold monogrammed pinky ring.”

“Yeah,” noted Kati. “Like that’s not totally gay.”

The huge white tent in Bryant Park was packed with fashion magazine editors, photographers, actresses, and socialites. Blondie’s “Heart of Glass” pounded out of Bose speakers. Christina Ricci sat in the front row on her cell phone arguing with her publicist and defending her decision to come to Les Best’s show instead of Jedediah Angel’s, which was happening downtown at exactly the same time.

“Look, there’s Flow from 45!” Sonny squealed. “He’s such a god. And there’s Christina Ricci. My mom just got a huge order from her.”

As Chuck gazed around the room, looking for more celebs and trying to be seen himself, he spotted Blair about ten seats down in the third row. He blew her a kiss and she smirked back.

“Why are we here again?” Blair yawned to Aaron. Even though she was completely annoyed with Serena these days, she’d decided to come to the show to see if any of Les Best’s autumn collection suited her new image. Now that she was packed into the hot, crowded tent with its overly loud music and overwhelming perfume stench like a twelve-year-old with a general admission ticket at a 45 concert, she honestly couldn’t give two fucks about the clothes or that Serena was the star of the show. It was all Serena needed to prove that she really was the center of the universe.

Blair didn’t need to hang out with gorgeous models and camp fashion designers, anyway. She was going to Yale, the premier institution

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