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<br/> then. 
<br/> 
<br/> Jenny 
<br/> 
<br/> Dear Daniel, 
<br/> 
<br/> First of all, I think you are a real jerk for leading me on, because you know I&#39;m younger than you 
<br/> and less experienced, and you should watch out whose heart you break, because it could come 
<br/> back and bite you in the ass. Also, it&#39;s so obvious you are still hung up on the first and only girl 
<br/> who would be stupid enough to be your girlfriend. Your sister didn&#39;t even have to tell me that?you 
<br/> are just so transparent, it&#39;s like you&#39;re writing on tracing paper. There, I can be poetic, too. Write 
<br/> that, asshole! 
<br/> 
<br/> Your nonfriend and best critic, 
<br/> 
<br/> Elise 
<br/> 
<br/> The only unbaked boy on the lax team 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Got it!? Nate Archibald twirled his lacrosse stick over his head, scooped up the ball, and tossed 
<br/> it expertly to Charlie Dern. His flushed cheeks were smudged with dirt, and his golden-brown 
<br/> curls were matted with sweat and bits of dried Central Park grass, causing him to look even hotter 
<br/> than the hottest Abercrombie & Fitch model in the entire catalog. He lifted his shirt to wipe the 
<br/> sweat from his glittering green eyes, and even the pigeons roosting in the trees nearby cooed with 
<br/> pleasure at the sight. The group of junior girls from Seaton Arms watching on the sidelines tittered 
<br/> with excitement. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Whoa. He must have worked out a lot in prison,? breathed one girl. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?I heard his parents are sending him out to Alaska after graduation to work in a tuna-fish cannery,? 
<br/> said her friend. ?They&#39;re worried he&#39;ll go back to dealing drugs if he goes to college.? 
<br/> 
<br/> ?I heard he&#39;s got this heart condition that&#39;s really rare. He has to smoke pot so he won&#39;t have 
<br/> attacks,? said another. ?It&#39;s actually kind of cool.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Nate flashed them an oblivious grin, and the girls simultaneously closed their eyes to keep from 
<br/> falling over backward.God , he was perfect. 
<br/> 
<br/> It was the beginning of the season and no team captain had yet been appointed, so each boy was 
<br/> on his best behavior. After their usual scrimmage, Coach Michaels had asked them to free-throw 
<br/> for a while. Nate was throwing with his friend Jeremy Scott Tomkinson when he heard his cell 
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<br/> phone ring in the pile of coats. He signaled to Jeremy and then sprinted over to answer it. 
<br/> 
<br/> Georgina Spark, Nate&#39;s girlfriend of several weeks, was currently residing in an exclusive 
<br/> drug-and-alcohol-rehabilitation facility in her hometown of Greenwich, Connecticut, and was only 
<br/> allowed to make supervised phone calls at certain times of the day. The last time Nate had missed 
<br/> her call, she&#39;d been so bummed out, she&#39;d gone on a bender and had later been found on the roof of 
<br/> the clinic, chewing Nicorette gum and sniffing a bottle of nail polish remover, both of which she&#39;d 
<br/> stolen from a nurse&#39;s purse. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?You&#39;re panting,? Georgie observed coyly when Nate answered. ?Were you thinking about me?? 
<br/> 
<br/> ?I&#39;m at lax practice,? he explained. Coach Michaels spat noisily into the grass only a few feet 
<br/> away. ?I think it&#39;s just about over, though. Are you okay?? 
<br/> 
<br/> As usual, Georgie ignored the question. ?I love how you&#39;re all athletic and healthy and chem-free, 
<br/> and I&#39;m sitting in this jail, pining for you. Just like a princess in a fairy tale.?
<br/> 
<br/> Or not. 
<br/> 
<br/> A few weeks earlier, Nate had been busted by the cops while buying a bag of weed in Central 
<br/> Park and sent to outpatient rehab at Breakaway, in Greenwich. Nate had first met Georgie in teen 
<br/> group therapy. One night, during a tremendous snowstorm, Georgie invited Nate back to her 
<br/> mansion to hang out. They got baked together, and then Georgie disappeared into the bathroom to 
<br/> pop prescription pills. Soon enough, she passed out in her underwear on the bed, and Nate had had 
<br/> absolutely no choice but to call the people at Breakaway to come get her. And ever since then, 
<br/> they&#39;d been boyfriend and girlfriend. 
<br/> 
<br/> That would be some messed-up fairy tale. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?So the reason I&#39;m calling is ? ,? Georgie crooned into the phone. 
<br/> 
<br/> Nate&#39;s teammates milled around him, pulling on their coats and chugging from the bottles of 
<br/> Gatorade they&#39;d brought with them. Practice was over. Coach Michaels spat a wad of phlegm near 
<br/> the toe of Nate&#39;s sneaker and pointed a gnarly forefinger at him. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?I&#39;d better go,? Nate told Georgie. ?I think Coach wants to talk about appointing me captain.? 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Captain Nate!? She squealed into the phone. ?My cute little captain!? 
<br/> 
<br/> ?So I&#39;ll call you later, okay?? 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Wait, wait, wait! I just wanted you to know I got my mom to convince these monkeys to let me 
<br/> out starting Saturday, as long as I&#39;m with an adult or responsible mentor, so we&#39;re totally going to 
<br/> my mom&#39;s ski condo in Sun Valley for your spring break, okay? Will you come?? 
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<br/> Coach Michaels growled something at Nate and put his hands on his old-man hips. Nate didn&#39;t 
<br/> have to think about Georgie&#39;s question for very long, anyway. Sun Valley sounded a heck of a lot 
<br/> better than regrouting his dad&#39;s old catamaran up at their summer house in Mt. Desert, Maine. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Of course I&#39;ll come. Definitely. Look, I have to go.? 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Yippee!? Georgie squealed. ?I love you,? she added hoarsely, and then hung up. 
<br/> 
<br/> Nate tossed the phone on top of his navy blue wool Hugo Boss coat and rubbed his hands 
<br/> together energetically. His teammates had all gone home. ?What&#39;s up, Coach?? 
<br/> 
<br/> Coach Michaels took a step toward him, shaking his head as he sucked in snot from his nasal 
<br/> passages. 
<br/> 
<br/> Yum. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Last year I almost made you captain when Doherty crapped up his knee,? the coach said. He 
<br/> spat and shook his head again. ?Good thing I didn&#39;t.?
<br/> 
<br/> Uh-oh. 
<br/> 
<br/> Nate&#39;s hopeful smile cracked a little. ?Why&#39;s that?? 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Because you&#39;re not captain material, Archibald!? the coach barked. ?Look at you, gabbing on 
<br/> the phone like a playboy while the rest of your teammates are out there dogging it. And don&#39;t think 
<br/> I don&#39;t know about your getting busted for dope.? He made a little growling sound. ?You&#39;re no 
<br/> leader, Archibald.? He spat again and turned his back on Nate, jamming his hands in his red 
<br/> Lands&#39; End parka pockets as he walked away. ?You&#39;re just a rotten pile of disappointment.? 
<br/> 
<br/> ?But I haven&#39;t been smok?? Nate called after him, his voice trailing off into the wind. The sky 
<br/> was steel gray, and the bare tree branches creaked and moaned. Nate stood alone on the brown 
<br/> March grass, holding his lacrosse stick and shivering a little in the cold. His father was a former 
<br/> navy captain, so he was used to shrugging off the power-tripping tirades of grumpy old authority 
<br/> figures. But it was still pretty outrageous that Coach Michaels thought the only nonstoned guy on 
<br/> the team wasn&#39;t fit to be captain. Coach hadn&#39;t even given him a chance to defend himself. 
<br/> 
<br/> He bent down and picked up his coat. If he were stoned right now, he would have smiled 
<br/> serenely at the coach&#39;s accusations and lit a joint. Instead, he slung his coat over his shoulders, 
<br/> gave the finger to the coach&#39;s retreating back, and trudged across the darkening meadow toward 
<br/> Fifth Avenue. 
<br/> 
<br/> Charlie, Jeremy, and Anthony Avuldsen were waiting for him on the pathway leading out of the 
<br/> park. Anthony was too much of a stoner even to play sports, except for the occasional game of 
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<br/> soccer in the park, but he always met the guys after practice with ready-rolled joints and a big grin 
<br/> on his freckly, blond-goateed face. 
<br/> 
<br/> Slowly the boys made their way out of the park and onto Fifth Avenue. ?Dude, he made you 
<br/> captain, didn&#39;t he?? Charlie asked, his voice cracking the way it did when he was high, which was 
<br/> basically all the time. 
<br/> 
<br/> Nate grabbed the bottle of blue Gatorade out of Charlie&#39;s hands and took a swig. Even though 
<br/> these guys were his best friends, he wasn&#39;t about to tell them what had happened. ?Coach offered 
<br/> it to me, but I turned him down. I mean, I&#39;m pretty sure I&#39;m already into Brown, anyway, so it&#39;s not 
<br/> like I need lax captain on my transcript. And I&#39;ll probably miss a few weekend games hanging out 
<br/> in Connecticut with Georgie. I told Coach to give it to a junior.? 
<br/> 
<br/> The three boys raised their eyebrows in surprised admiration. ?Jesus, dude,? breathed 
<br/> Jeremy. ?That&#39;s like,huge of you.? 
<br/> 
<br/> All of a sudden, Nate felt the sort of rush he might have felt if he&#39;d actually told the coach to 
<br/> make a junior captain instead of him. How huge hemight have been, if only that was what had 
<br/> really happened. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Yeah, well.? He smiled uncomfortably and buttoned up his coat. Not only had he lied about the 
<br/> coach offering him the position of captain, he&#39;d also lied about his chances of being accepted at 
<br/> Brown. Sure, his dad had gone there, and sure, he&#39;d had a kick-ass interview, but he&#39;d been baked 
<br/> as a loaf of bread for every exam and standardized test he&#39;d taken since eighth grade, so his grades 
<br/> and scores were barely mediocre. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Here.? Anthony held out a burning spliff. He had a tendency to forget on an hourly basis that 
<br/> Nate had quit smoking the stuff. ?It&#39;s Cuban. I bought it from my cousin who goes to Rollins down 
<br/> in Florida.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Nate waved the joint away. ?I have a paper to write,? he said, turning away from the group 
<br/> toward home. It was hard to get used to?not being stoned. His head was so clear, it almost hurt. 
<br/> And all of a sudden there was so much tothink about. 
<br/> 
<br/> Whoa. 
<br/> 
<br/> B tries to keep her eyes on the prize 
<br/> 
<br/> The door to Georgie&#39;s house stood open. No Doubt was blasting out of both the indoor and 
<br/> outdoor speakers, and there were clothes strewn all over the front steps. Four boys with long hair 
<br/> were walking around in their underwear eating wild-mushroom potstickers and showing off their 
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<br/> snowboarding muscles. When Blair and Serena walked in with Erik and Jan and the ski patrol 
<br/> guys, they turned around to gape and smile. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Where&#39;s Georgie?? Serena asked, desperate to find the heart of the party before Jan-the-dentist 
<br/> tried to get her alone. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?In the hot tub,? the boys answered in unison. 
<br/> 
<br/> Blair stayed in the living room while Serena went out the patio doors in search of their host, with 
<br/> Jan trailing after her. Erik went over to the bar and began to mix drinks. He&#39;d taken a bartending 
<br/> course last semester?the most useful thing he&#39;d learned in college so far. 
<br/> 
<br/> Blair noticed that Nate was sitting by himself on a leather sofa in the corner of the living room, 
<br/> sort of picking at his toes. He was wearing his broken-in navy blue Brown sweatshirt and a pair of 
<br/> tattered yellow St. Jude&#39;s gym shorts. With his wavy golden brown curls and sparkling green eyes, 
<br/> he looked like a sad little boy. Blair wanted to sit down next to him and ask him why he was 
<br/> picking his toes and looking so sad at his girlfriend&#39;s party, but then Erik came over and handed 
<br/> her a glass filled with something swirly and orangey-pink. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Mai tai. Careful, it doesn&#39;t taste it, but it&#39;s almostall liquor.? 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Thanks.? Blair took the glass. Normally she preferred vodka tonics, but she&#39;d drink anything 
<br/> Erik made for her. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?I&#39;m going out to sit in the tub,? Erik said. ?Wanna come?? 
<br/> 
<br/> Blair shook her head. ?No thanks.? The