Title: I hate you.
Summary: It burns like flames dancing across your skin nipping and biting and tearing your flesh apart. Blair\Nate\Serena. "Pilot". Drabble.
Authors Note: So this is a drabble set after Blair finds out about Nate & Serena the Shepard Wedding. Eh, this is honestly not the best but I like it. Reviews are appreciated, as always.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, sadly.
You've been stabbed a thousand times over, you fall backwards clutching your stomach, the pain rips from out of your mouth and echoes around the room. You had acted like you were blind to the flirty smiles they would share, the secret stares, the contagious giggles. You had always known that he loved her, it was plain to anybody with a pair of two eyes. You had ignored it, brushed it off as them being friendly, forgotten about it no matter how uncomfortable you were about it. You didn't want to be the type of girl who would accuse her boyfriend of cheating for just talking to another girl but now you can't breathe. He had thrown his virginity away to your best friend.
"Oh please B! I'm not a whore."
That's what your blonde "best friend" would say, a flick of hair, a mischievous glint in her bright blue eyes as she knocked back another Vodka. A sob escapes through your mouth and bounces across the room, wall too wall, you let out a strangled scream as you fall into a crumbled heap. He had slept with someone else, it wasn't just some random pretty girl he met at a bar or one of Chuck's whores that Nate would often encounter passing through Chuck's suite, he had slept with her best friend. She swears she's never felt this much pain in her life before.
"She's just a friend,"
That's what he would say when you even mentioned the possibilty of him and Serena, (over the course of the year that she wasn't here), he had lied straight to your face over and over again. He didn't want you. He wanted some giggly blonde who was a sex goddess and wouldn't fuck everything up. He didn't want the girl that loved him, the girl that he loved.
(but he didn't love you, not really.)
You cry until you can't cry anymore. Until there's nothing left in your tear ducts. I hate you, you scream over and over again, you knock everything onto the floor, I hate him, you screech until your throat goes dry, you pull your bed apart, I hate her, you yell at the loudest volume, you rip every single photo of the two of you apart. It hurts, it hurts everywhere, it burns like flames dancing across your skin nipping and biting and tearing your flesh apart. I hate you, you whimper as you cry yourself to sleep. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.