I saw him on the phone when I was walking home. He looked really upset, and he was screaming. I heard it. He was probably on the phone with his girlfriend, Jenny Humphrey and she's upset. She's going off about something that you said. Maybe she was intimidated by me, maybe screaming, "Serena van der Woodsen? You're dumping me for her?" That's what I hoped. She doesn't get your humor like I do. Or I wish I did. I was a geek, and Nate Archibald was a lacrosse player. I was nothing like his girlfriend, but to me, that's a good thing.

I was in my room during a typical Tuesday night. I was listening to rock music; the kind she hates. I was thinking of a story he said in class today. Everyone laughed except Jenny. She doesn't get your stories like I do.

She wears slutty short skirts, I wear cover-up t shirts. She's cheering him on from the field in her cheer outfit, and I'm cheering him on from the bleachers. I dream about the day when he'll wake up and find that what you are looking for in Jenny has been in front of you the whole time.

If he could see that I'm the one who understands him. I've been talking to him, and been here all alone, so why can't he see? That he belongs with me.

One day I was walking in the streets with Nate. We had to do a project together in Biology, and we have been talking all day. He was wearing worn out jeans, and I knew how his girlfriend would disagree. We laughed on the park bench, and I was thinking to myself, 'Hey, isn't this easy?'

Nate's go a smile that could light up this whole city. I haven't seen it in awhile, maybe that was because of Jenny. Maybe he was tired of her. "You know Serena, I find that you know me better than Jenny. You're just a laugh riot." I thought, 'Then why are you still with her?'

Jenny wears high heels, I wear sneakers, she's cheer captain, and I'm cheering from the bleachers. I dream about the day when he'll wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time.

If he could see that I'm the one who understands him. I've been here all along so why can't he see? That he belongs with me.

I was standing by, waiting at your back door. All this time how could you not know that? We had to work on our project, and he wasn't there. I wanted to hate him, but I couldn't. I loved him.

"I'm dating Erik now. I want you to leave," I heard Jenny say to Nate.

"Wait, what? You're breaking up with me?"

"Leave, Nate," she forced.

I remember when he drove to my house in the middle of the night. "Jenny broke up with me," he simply said. I let him into the house and we walked up to my room.

"You know, I never really liked her. I always found her annoying and pushy," I said.

He laughed. "She never made me laugh like you do."

He wiped away dry tears. "Song preference?" I asked while I was looking at his iPod.

"Viva la Vida by Coldplay, it's my favorite." I put on the song and lay down next to him. "I had a dream about you last night." I was wide eyed. I really wanted it to be a sexy dream. "We were working on our project." Damn it.

I know where he belongs; I think I know it's with me.

Can't he see that I'm the one who understands him? I've been here all along so why can't he see that he belongs with me?

"Are you going to prom?" he asked me the next day.

I shrugged. "It's not really my thing." I prayed he would ask me.

"That's too bad. If you change your mind, wait for me outside my back door."

Prom night. I stood outside his back door. I had my white, long, strapless dress. "You look beautiful," Nate said when he saw me. He looked like he was hypnotized.

"All this time, how could you not know that?" I asked jokingly.

"I do not know."

We looked into each other's eyes. "You belong with me," I whispered. He smiled and kissed me.