Blair Waldorf was always watching.
The slight wrinkle in her favourite Oscar de la Renta mini dress. The tiny smudge of cherry lipgloss on the corner of Kati Farkas' mouth. The single missing sequin from Isabel's Burberry handbag. She noticed everything. The little things, they caught her eye. They always had and she supposed they probably always would. Just like the way she always noticed when Serena van der Woodsen walked into the room. Whether they were the worst of enemies, or the best of friends, Blair could always tell when the blonde had arrived.
She guessed that everyone probably noticed. Serena van der Woodsen was the type of person that someone notices, whether they're as observant as Blair or not. But Blair had a step up on all of them, because she was the only one who noticed, really noticed, when Serena's eyes were just the slightest bit bloodshot, which meant that she'd probably just been crying. She noticed when Serena's hair was just the tiniest bit mussed up, meaning that she'd probably just finished making out with fucking Daniel Humphrey again. And sure enough, he would always come in after her, smiling as though he'd just won the damn lottery. She noticed the way Serena looked when she was dancing. Smiling, laughing, and without a care in the world, like there was no other place she'd rather be. There probably wasn't.
Most of all, Blair noticed Serena's eyes, and how, after making contact with Dan, then Nate, then little Jenny Humphrey over in the corner, they always found their way to her. Serena would smile, just the slightest curling of the lips in an upward direction, to see if Blair was watching. Blair thought it was silly really, to even have to test. She never stopped watching Serena.
