第32部分(第4/7 頁)

　curvy；　blue…eyed　blonde　who　wore　her　curly　dark　blond

hair　pulled　back　tight　and　tucked　under　a　red　bandana。　Her　pink　tube　top　was　riding　dangerously

low　and　her　denim　miniskirt　promisingly　high。　A　lipstick…smeared　straw　poked　out　of　the　Coke　she

gripped　in　her　left　hand。　She　extended　her　right　hand　to　Nate；　her　long；　perfectly　painted　nails

exactly　the　same　shade　of　red　as　the　can。

？Just　ignore　my　friends；？　she　told　him　apologetically。

Her　skin　was　the　same　golden　beige　as　that　of　every　other　girl　who　used　the　same　shade　of

Clinique　self…tanner；　but　beneath　the　beige　was　a　smattering　of　freckles　covering　her　nose；　cheeks；

shoulders；　arms；　and　chest。　Nate　had　learned　from　Blair　that　girls　were　usually　more　plicated

than　they　first　appeared；　and　this　girl？s　prominent　freckles　seemed　to　suggest　that　she　was　more

than　just　a　typical　Long　Island　babe。

Nate　grinned　as　he　took　her　hand　and　let　her　pull　him　to　his　feet。　？Yeah；　no　problem；？　he

answered　sheepishly。

？You？re　going　to　need　to　get　that　looked　at；？　Freckles　advised；　nodding　at　the　bike。

？Yeah；？　muttered　Nate。　He　wasn？t　that　worried　about　the　bike。　The　only　thing　that　seemed　worth

looking　at　was　right　in　front　of　him。

？I？m　Tawny。　I　know　a　place　where　you　can　get　your　bike　taken　care　of。　But　maybe　I？ll　buy　you

an　ice　cream　cone　first。？

Tawny？　But　isn？t　that　the　color　of　her　self…tanner？！

？Sure。？　He？d　smoked　the　roach　from　his　morning　joint　before　leaving　Coach？s　place？hence　the

accident；　maybe？？　and　ice　cream　sounded　very　appetizing　indeed。

？So　what？s　your　story；　Nate？　I？ve　never　seen　you　around；？　Tawny　asked　as　she　skipped　across

the　street　to　a　tiny；　faded　blue　hou