Mr. Beckham gave a noisy hawk, Blair raised his eyes and sees the evidence. He had yellow hair. No yellow of blond, but yellow mucus as a serious patient. The eyes of both were found and Mr. Beckham did something strange: it was red. Excusez-moi? Blair distracted eyes, scared. Balan?aram his feet nervously as she looked the question. Vous avez une desire. What desirez vous? She wanted very professorzinho film that she hated the thought of not the impression that it was in order. I wanted to be on the beach right now, instead of freezing your butt in a classroom barely heated. I have taken the breakfast because it was dead from hunger. I'd like a lot of things, but could only answer one. Blair said he wanted to go to Yale, but seemed totally redundant for a trainee secondary say that I go to a university, but it was better than reveal some juicy personal details to Madame Rogers, anyway. So she designed a high-heeled botinha margin in terms of evidence and looked for Mr. Beckham again. He was still looking for her, his face a shade of thick reddish-purple. What he was doing? Up to the murder of her or wonder how Blair would be of panties? She turned eyes, disgusted. He looked at the clock Cartier platinum. Another hell of an hour ahead. Next question. Two floors below Blair, in the auditorium of the Constance Billard School, Serena was ralando with proof of American history. No. Serena was not exactly the type that ralava. She had already counted the number of tips on his tail-of-horse - nine - and had answered the question about the English involvement in the Second World War with a very short essay about how during the war there were shortages of everything and the British had to open hand of nylon socks because there was not available. Instead, these courageous women, aware of the fashion industry and painting lines on the back of the leg to give the impression that they were wearing stockings. Serena sighed. Then a girl probably spent a night with a guy and not have your picture filling all the gossip pages of the next day. Photos of Serena and Flow in Gorgona appeared on the Post, in Entertainment Weekly, the People, the Women's Wear Daily and on countless Web pages, all calling both "the new couple 'it'''. That was ridiculous. She gave a kiss-off in Flow amanhecia on the sidewalk when the bar of the Tribeca Star Hotel on Sunday, and he went out to catch a private plane to Baja, where they would redo some of the scenes clip for the new music from 45, Life of Krim, before leaving for Christmas. He was incredibly sweet and the two had a great night, but they definitely were not a couple. A couple meant that the two see every day. Meant that they were in love. And while she and Flow could have been half in lust, they definitely were not lovers, despite the fact he has sent flowers to her. Three dozen black tulips difficult-to-find, to be exact. Serena was accustomed to winning in these guys, so the flowers do not have, since Flow not begin to send him things every day. Sometimes a guy could exaggerate a little. Consider Dan Humphrey, for example. He followed Serena as a puppy when she returned to school in the fall, and even wrote poems that were so serious and sick of love that came to scare. Serena like that of Dan, but he was way too intense. Lucky for her, he fell in love with Vanessa, who was also intense, and they formed a great couple. But Serena was not interested in combining with anyone. She emphasized the independence, their ability to follow the whims and do what it liked. She made a clean impulsive - form a casalzinho only restrict his style. Serena started the next question: When the U.S. armed forces entered the Second World War and why? A more pertinent question would be: Where is she would use this knowledge? The answer was totally obvious: never! Who to call what happened in the past when the future was in front of you, with surprises and sensational loucuras inenarráveis hiding behind every curve? Someone gave her a pat on the shoulder and looked at Serena. Mr. Hanson was the teacher of Latin and inspector of the evidence of history. He was tall, thin and had a mustache who was always exactly the same size so that all the girls of Constance were convinced that it was false. - What? - Serena said, functioning. She knew that was divagando, but could not be in trouble for it is written evidence could? - I did something wrong? Then she realized that Mr. Hanson had a smile beneath the mustache. He put a copy of the Post in her hands. I turned on page six, the gossip page of the celebrities, where there was a huge picture of Serena and Flow entering a taxi after leaving Gorgona on Saturday night. - Sorry to interrupt, but I realized that you were finishing the race and I was wondering if it would be possible to ask for autograph Flow this - he whispered. - I am a big fan of him. It would be great if you autograph. Serena blinked. First, she did not even know that Mr. Hanson was cool enough to know who was Flow. Second, she did not intend to ask nothing to Flow. And third - If ligaaaa! She was nowhere near finishing the race! - The Flow is in Baja - she whispered back. - OK if I only autograph? - She gave a look at the room, embarrassed. Most of the other girls had stopped writing and was looking for her and for Mr. Hanson or talking. - I knew that Serena and Flow are engaged - Nicki Burton said the friend Alicia Edwards. - They will be married on the eve of New Year-in Vegas. In the Bellagio. - The Post said they met in the Black-and-White on Saturday - Isabel Coates said the Kati Farkas. - But it is not quite true. - They met in the recovery last year, right? - Kati said. - Flow was recovering, so kind, a dozen times. But it also. Serena signed his name and returned the paper to Mr. Hanson, hoping that he would not give him a bad note in Latin, now that she does not pegara autograph of the Flow. - Thanks - he whispered, looking to sign it. He smiled all excited. - I am sure it will worth a fortune one day! - Sure - Serena said, being lenient with him. The buzz in the room was getting louder. - Very good, girls. Back to work - roughly shouted Mr. Hanson returned to his desk while in front of the room. Serena looked at the evidence again. When the American forces entered the Second World War and why? But before he could begin to respond, came a swarm of dozens of members of the class, all holding copies of the Post for her autograph. Mr. Hanson could not tell them to stop when he was himself who started everything. - Very well - he said, ignoring the pleading eyes of Serena. - I will give the five minutes all the more in our evidence. Five minutes, then I want to return to their portfolios. - First I! - Rain Hoffstetter shouted, extending his copy of the Post for Serena. - No, me! - It was the turn of Laura Salmon shouting, pushing Rain to the side. Serena laughed to herself in amazement. When he ret............