Five Times Blair Waldorf Got in a Fight

1.

"So today we're going to learn about jobs," Mrs. Adamson said enthusiastically. She turned to the chalkboard and began writing.

Five year old Blair Waldorf watched intently, taking in the teacher's every sentence. She loved learning, unlike her grimy and idiotic classmates. Today she was especially happy because her mother had enough time to curl her hair. Blair's brunette tresses dangled around her face. As she picked up a pencil to write down something Mrs. Adamson said, she felt a strong tug on the back of her hair. She turned around abruptly.

A dark haired boy sat behind her drumming his fingers innocently on the desk.

"Chuck, don't touch my hair," she ran her hand through her hair, fixing what he messed up.

"I didn't. It must have been Walter over here." He pointed to the half asleep kid next to him. Blair narrowed her eyes at Chuck, who stared back at her with no guilt whatsoever.

"Don't do it again," she threatened. He smirked at her.

"Alright, I think we've gone over all of the jobs. We're going to have snack time now!" The children dispersed and retrieved their snacks. Groups started forming throughout the classroom.

Serena, Chuck, Nate, and Blair always had snack time together in the corner of the classroom. They sat in a circle while sharing their snacks and talking.

"My mom has a new boyfriend." Serena whined, eating her crackers that she was sharing with Nate.

"What happened to Jorgen?" Blair asked.

"She dumped him."

"If only your mom could find a nice guy, but I guess not everyone can be as great as my daddy."

"My mom doesn't go for nice guys. She likes boring guys."

"Typical Lily." Chuck responded, snatching one of Blair's celery sticks.

"Hey! Try asking before you take my food."

"It's only a celery stick, you have like 5 more." He argued. Serena made a face at Nate. They fought too much.

"Well I wanted that one!"

"Too bad." He ate the celery stick and pulled the back of her hair.

"I told you to stop doing that!" She screeched.

"Oh get over it! You're such a crybaby." He teased. Blair huffed and stomped away. Nate and Serena gave him a look.

"What did I do?"


It was recess time. Nate and Serena were in the sandbox making castles while Blair sat in a chair by them. She didn't want to get her new dress dirty. Chuck was throwing a dodgeball against the wall of the school repeatedly. He took the ball and threw it really hard, barely missing Blair's head.

"Watch where you throw that thing!" She snapped.

"What? Are you afraid it'll mess up your hair?" Chuck ran to go get the ball, which landed right behind Blair. As he passed her he tugged on a few strands of her hair. Her brown eyes widened as far as they could go.

"I swear if you pull my hair one more time I'll-"

"Do what?" He interrupted. "Tell on me?" Chuck grabbed at her hair again and pulled. She tackled him into the sandbox, destroying Nate and Serena's sandcastles.

"You are an imbecile!" She kept slapping at him as they rolled over and over in the sand.

"I bet you don't even know what that means!" He wasn't fighting back but he was trying to grab her hands in an attempt to stop her. He had to admit, this was very entertaining.

"Come on you guys, knock it off." Nate yelled. Serena tried to pull Blair off but she had her feet dug in the sand so she wouldn't move.

"Alright you two, stop the fighting!" Mrs. Adamson ordered as she ran to the scene. They both looked up at her.

"Come inside, I'm calling your parents." Blair and Chuck got up guiltily and walked inside.


"What happened?" Mrs. Adamson had them both seated in the classroom. They had sand everywhere. She hadn't called their parents yet, but after found out what happened, she would.

"He kept pulling my hair and taking my celery stick and getting on my nerves!" Blair explained in one breath.

"Charles is this true?"

"No." He mumbled.

"Charles."

"Maybe a little."

The teacher sighed. "You too have a different problem everyday. I think I'll just have to tell your parents that-"

"NO!" They both yelled.

"My parents can't find out about this. Please don't call! I won't talk to him ever again, I promise!" Blair stood up and begged, sand flying from her hair in every direction.

"My father would be so mad if he found out I got in trouble again. Please I'll do anything!"

Mrs. Adamson smiled. "Will you promise me you two will try to get along?"

They both looked down and then glanced at each other.

"I guess I could try," Blair replied grouchily.

"Yeah," Chuck agreed.

"Good. Now go clean yourselves up. Recess will be over in a few minutes." She went back outside to tend to the other children.

"I still hate you Bass." She said, flicking her hair and walking to the bathroom.

"And I'll never stop hating you Waldorf." He walked to the bathroom on the other side of the hall.

"Fine."

"Fine!"

They both slammed the bathroom doors.