Katrina sat on the front porch of her grandmother's house in Atlanta, Georgia in the middle of June thinking about her past year in New York. She missed her life there, but she knew she could never go back…especially after the incident. It marred her already bad reputation even more, ruined her relationship with her parents, caused her "friends" to flee, and tore the developing relationship between her an Nate apart. Normally, she wouldn't have let rumors and speculations posted on Gossip Girl bother her, but it was beginning to take a toll on her. So what happened to her, exactly?

One night at one of Blair's party, sometime before graduation, Katrina "party girl" Sinclair lived up to her name and was completely plastered. The next day, she woke up in bed with Blair's on and off boyfriend, Chuck. See, that would've been trouble enough with rumors of her being a slut, but when Katrina accused Chuck of rape after a video of alleged incident was leaked, she was deemed a liar as well. The truth was, she didn't know what happened that night and neither did Chuck. He said that he was just as passed out as she was, but with his bad boy reputation…who could tell? So, after graduation, she left for Georgia leaving her old life behind to adjust to a new one. That is until she got a surprise visitor one day.

She had went inside only briefly to help her grandmother, Lucille, in the kitchen as she prepared for a family cookout…two days in advance. For Katrina, this was one of her firsts since her parents and herself never attended them.

"I don't know how you cook in this heat, grandma."

"Oh, it's fine. I swear you're parents spoiled you. I thought I taught my daughter better than that, but I guess she forgot all that stuff when she married you're good for nothing father…spoiling you like that…and keeping you away from you're mother's side of the family…ought to be ashamed of himself…"

"I know…but, I'm glad I'm here with you now." Katrina said as she hugged her grandmother. She was glad that she was going to be there with her because she would be the only person she would really know.

"I'm glad you're here too, baby." Lucille said as she stirred a pot of beans on the stove. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and she looked at the clock on the wall. It was pretty early in the day, and the only people knocking this early was Jehovah witnesses or crack heads. Both unwelcome at the Johnson residence. "Go see who that is…if it's one of those crack heads, you know what to do."

"I know…" she said as she went to the door. She opened it and didn't see a crack head, but she didn't like who she saw…Nate Archibald. "Nate?! What the hell are you doing here?!" she said feeling angry.

"Girl, watch your mouth!" Lucille scolded her as she stood next to Katrina at the door.

"Katrina, I…" Nate said as he was trying to find the words, but they were lost when he looked at how beautiful she still was. Her brown sugar skin tone and, captivating, brown eyes stopped him in his tracks. Her luscious lips tempted him to kiss her. "I need to talk to you. It's important." he said and Katrina rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Katrina, baby, don't be rude. Come in, please." Lucille said as she stepped aside and allowed him in. "I'm her grandmother, Lucille."

"Thank you. I'm Nate. I went to school with Katrina. It's nice meeting you." he said as he walked in and Katrina looked at him as if she wanted to kill him.

"Please, have a seat. And it's nice meeting you, too. You want something to drink?" Lucille said putting of her best hostess act.

"No, thank you for offering." he said staring at Katrina. She was extremely pissed at him for having the nerve to sit there acting as if he didn't do anything wrong after what he did to her. He abandoned her after the video was leaked and accused her of lying. She was hurt the most by him because she thought she could trust him, but he was just like everyone else…believing rumors. She didn't give a damn about Blair and her minions calling her a slut and a liar and probably even worse things, but it hurt to have the one guy she thought she could trust ever since they were kids turn on her. Yes, they had history. Her mother, Donna, was a dancer and New York socialite like Serena's mom. In fact, they were best friends, and their daughters were fairly good until Serena slept with Nate. The thing that burned Katrina up was that she knew Nate ever since her mother and his mother arranged play dates for them when they were children. As if it wasn't bad enough she had to watch her enemy, Blair, be with the guy she wanted, she had to share a mutual feeling of betrayal by Serena with Blair as well.

"Grandma, do you think Nate and I could speak in private?"

"Sure, honey. I have to work in the garden a bit anyway. Gotta pick those greens for the cookout. If you'd like to, you could stay for lunch, Nate."

"Okay. Thank you." Nate said not knowing if he'll be able to have lunch if Katrina doesn't react well to the important thing he had to tell her.

"Nate, what the fuck do you want?"

"You don't need to be hostile, Katrina…"

"The hell I don't! You betrayed me! I thought you would have my back, but you chose that fake ass friend of yours over our friendship! He raped me and you chose his side!"

"He didn't rape you."

"Get out! Just get the hell out!" she said as she pushed him, but he grabbed her wrists to stop her. "I'm calling the cops if you don't leave…"

"Katrina, I'm not leaving…not until I tell you something first."

"Fuck you!"

"You can be mad at me all you want, but you have to know what really happened that night. Chuck may be a lot of things, but he's not a rapist! And I have proof that he's not. You remember the video?"

"If you think you're going to make me watch the video of my own rape, then you can just got to hell! You sick son a bitch!"

"Do you remember the video?!" he said looking sternly into her eyes and for a moment Katrina couldn't help but feel weak in the knees when she saw his beautiful blues piercing into her brown ones. Though, she knew better than to fall for such a jerk like him. She tried to fight the tears that was building up.

"Of course, I remember that fucking video! Damn near all of New York remembers it and thanks to Gossip Girl, I can't forget it…" she said as her voice cracked and she knew the tears that were building had already came.

"Well, that doesn't matter anymore." he said and she gave him a look. "Hear me out…just listen to me before you get upset."

"Fine…"

"It wasn't real. Chuck didn't rape you. In fact, you were raped at all that night."

"What…"