NOBODY DOES IT BETTER Blair was dripping with sweat and badly in need of a Vodka tonic. She hitched up her towel. "What is it?" she asked Aaron impatiently. Aaron stood up and patted his army shorts pockets. "I've got it," he explained. "At least I hope it's still there." He fumbled around for a moment and then produced what looked like a damp envelope. Blair squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them again. She was pretty sure she knew what the envelope contained. "And you've had that for exactly how long?" she demanded furisouly before snatching it out of his hand. Aaron shrugged innocently. "It just came this morning." Even through the steam Blair could see the familiar royal blue of Yale's insignia printed in the upper-left-hand corner of the envelope. The dampness made the letter disintegrate as she attempted to pry it open with shaking, impatient hands. "Fuck it," she breathed and ripped it open with her teeth. A single, flimsy, bitten-into piece of paper was folded up inside. Her life had been hanging in the balance for months now. It was hard to believe it all depended on this. The others waited with respectful silence. Dear Blair Waldorf, After much consideration we are happy to offer you a place at Yale University this coming fall... Blair clutched the piece of paper to her chest and tore out of the steam room. "Serena!" she shrieked, dashing across the pool house and heading straight for the bathroom. She yanked open the soon, expecting to see her friend perched innocently on the toilet. Inside, a tangle of familiar, gorgeous, naked limbs, greeted her from the bathtub. Nate and Serena blinked stupidly up at her, their golden heads only inches apart. "We were celebrating," Serena stammered. She climbed out of the tub, her towel clutched ineffectually around her naked body, and pointed at the soggy piece of paper in Blair's hand. "What's that?" she asked in a desperate attempt to change the subject. Blair felt like washing out Serena's perfectly angelic mouth in the Coates's' stupid bidet. "Yale accepted me. Finally." She narrowed her eyes. "As if you cared." Nate staggered to his feet, spilling the giant bag of pot all over the bathtub and ripping the shower curtain off the rail as he tried to find his balance. Infuriating as it was, he was still as handsome as ever. His golden brown hair was wavy from wind and salt air, and his cheeks were flushed from sun and pot and kissing Serena. And his bare chest- it made Blair feel ill to look at it. "Hey, you know, that's what we were just talking about," he fumbled, his tongue heavy with a mixture of pot, confusion and guilt. "Me and Serena, and now you too. We're all going to Yale- all three of us!" Whoopee! "Thanks for telling me," Blair snapped. She'd imagined sharing a celebratory bottle of champagne with Serena on the Coates' private beach. Then she'd give in and call Nate's cell and he'd kidnap her from the party and make wild love to her on some other beach. So much for her imagination. Nate was still standing in the bathtub, his bare feet sprinkled with pot. She reached out and turned the shower nozzle on full blast, raining freezing cold water all over his head. Then yanked off Serena's towel and tucked it un............