else’s homework？ Serena used to always beg to borrow Isabel’s calc problem sets。
“I take golf；” Rain yelled over the awful Madonna/Britney remix that boomed through the room； courtesy of the giggling L’école sophomores huddled around the Bose sound dock near the bar。 “I’m pretty good。”
Serena nodded。 Were they serious？ Was that what college was about？ At Constance； they’d all taken Latin and physics and AP French。 Sure； they’d plained about it； but deep down； they all knew it was important to do well in high school so they’d get into a good college and succeed in life。 But the classes they were taking now sounded like a joke。
“Okay；” Serena trailed off uncertainly。 She was used to being the life of the party； but now she felt like that awkward guest who people only talked to out of a sense of obligation。 “Does anyone else need a drink？” she asked； not bothering to wait for an answer。
Serena hugged her arms against her chest as she walked over to the bar。 Didn’t they say that people grew apart after high school？ Maybe it was natural to not have anything in mon once you no longer shared terrible teachers and lunchtime gossip。 She’d fallen out of touch with her actress friends—Alysia was engaged to some B…list actor； Alison was pregnant； and Amanda was in rehab。 Besides； she kind of hated going to Hollywood parties。 The people there only cared about themselves and their careers。 Right now； she’d give anything just to talk to someone who actually knew her。 But the only people who did were her brother Erik； Blair； and Nate。 Erik was spending the holidays in Australia with his girlfriend； Blair hated her； and who even knew if she’d ever see Nate again？ The last she’d heard； Nate was at that same crazy farm school as Chuck。 She’d tried to write him