A/N: Alright, this is a rewrite of what I had before, so hopefully it's a LOT better :)

Looks like the Virgin Queen isn't as pure as she pretends to be. If Blair Waldorf lied about that, what else did she lie about? Who's your Daddy, B? Your baby's Daddy that is...Two guys in one week? Talk about doing the nasty; or should I say, being nasty.

To Nate, her pleas fell on deaf ears. He told her that he already knew about Chuck.

Serena had told her to take her Waldorf name and weather the storm all alone(okay, she may have insulted Serena and her friends and family though, so she'd probably deserved that).

Chuck looked at her disgustedly. He said he'd wanted her when she was pure and untouched. Now she was used and dirty. He didn't want her now and he doubted anyone else does. His words were filled with acid.

The rejection from Chuck had been the hardest.

Blair could deal with Nate and Serena; she knew they would forgive her eventually.

But Chuck? Sigh. He was the only person that could hold a grudge longer than herself.

And to think that she had actually lo- liked him very much. She didn't love Chuck…and even if she did…it was too late now.

His cruel words still echoed in her head, hours after he had said them.

She sighed again as she fingered the ruby ring she'd gotten from her father. The ring had made her feel on top of the world(at least, when she was 14, it did), and she would only take it off when she had to take a shower.

Now felt like her father was here now, comforting her, though she doubted that he would've, if he'd known what she'd done...or, who she'd done, anyway. Ugh, two guys in one week; God, what had she been thinking?

Oh yeah...she'd really wanted to get back at Chuck for ruining her Cotillion. But had he really? She admitted to herself that it had been her choice to go with Nate. How was she supposed to know Chuck was going to act like a jealous boyfriend?

She remembered his words on her birthday, how he admitted that he'd had butterflies. The 'great Chuck Bass' had admitted he'd had butterflies. Why hadn't she'd seen the signs?

Then it finally dawned on her. Oh, God. All of this was her fault. The affair with Chuck, Carter(though he probably deserved it) getting punched in the face at Cotillion, the pregnancy scare, losing her best friends(and potential boyfriend). If only she'd hadn't had that mistaken night with Nate; if only she could take it all back...

She laughed slightly to herself. As if that was even possible. She would just have to live with the repercussions of her own mistakes. Hmm, maybe that trip to France she'd thought about was still possible...

Suddenly the ring on she was playing with in between her fingers slipped out of her hands. Blair started to panic. She couldn't lose that ring. It was the only thing of her father's(after he'd left) that she had. She scrambled off the bed, cursing when she accidentally hit her head on the side table.

Blair crawled on her hands and knees, and after a few horrifying seconds, finally recovered the ring. When she slipped back under the covers of her duvet, she touched, wincing, at the place where her head had hit the table. There was probably going to be a bruise tomorrow morning.

Why did everything have to happen to her, of all people?

Suddenly, she felt slightly hazy, but she shook that off as she grasped the ring, closing her eyes as she curled into a small ball on her bed.

Tears started pouring down her face as the weight of everything that had happened that day crashed down on her.

With her thumb, she softly brushed the ruby; eyes still closed as she said,

"I wish I had never been part of the Upper East Side; I wish none of this had happened to me; I wish, I wish…"

Then everything went black as she passed out, not even realizing that in the morning, everything would change…

When Blair woke up, she groaned, eyes still closed.

Her head pounded, as if somebody had gotten a heavy book and just kept repeatedly hitting her skull with it.

Who cared if it was Saturday? Her life was still (very, very) suckish.

She would just stay in bed all day today and Sunday, then…hopefully survive Monday.

The chances weren't exactly "sky high".

"Blair! Time for breakfast!" a loud voice suddenly filled her ears. Blair blearily opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings.

*Not now, mother!* she(wanted to) yelled. Instead, she just rolled her eyes and closed them again, trying(in vain) to imagine she was somewhere other than in her own room. And anyway, hadn't her mother said she wouldn't be back from that business trip until next week?

Sigh. It looks like Blair Waldorf had fallen(once again) into her mother's tangled web of lies.

A few minutes later-

"Blair…"

Great.

Her mother was at the door, and her voice had taken a kinder(scoff), more sympathetic(as if) look.

"What!" she practically snarled, scowling with all her might at the woman that had raised her since she was a baby. Oh, God; now she had made herself feel guilty.

Her mother sighed loudly. "Look Blair, honey, I know you didn't want to move here from France, but I'm sure you'll find some new friends..."

There was a pause.

Then, as her mom walked out the door, she said, her tone turning icy, "Breakfast will be ready, again, in 30 minutes. Dorota has to re-cook your breakfast because you were too lazy to come down a few minutes ago."

...and, mother-daughter moment over.

After a few seconds, the other words sunk in.

Move here from France? New friends? What the...?

If she remembered correctly, she was pretty sure she'd been living in the UES her whole life.

Her mother had probably had too much to drink last night, Blair assured herself worriedly.

She then took a look at her calender.

"Oh shit."

It was August...of 2007.

Serena glared at her best "friend" Chuck.

Now, while it was true that he wasn't cruel, manipulative and mean(all the time), it didn't mean that he wasn't...pervy.

He was probably an expert at that.

The reason she was glaring at him was because he was smirking at a picture(via Gossip Girl) on his phone.

Apparently, Blair Waldorf(daughter of renowned fashion designer, Elanor Waldorf) had moved to the UES.

When Chuck saw that picture, he'd gotton a 'I wanna tap that ass' kind of look on his face.

It was there often.

Even Nate; other best friend, whom she had a slight(very, very, slight, mind you) crush on; looked approvingly at the picture.

'Blair' was wearing a short, strapless, white dress with a blue floral print covering the entire thing; the dress cinched around her waist, and flowed down to go mid-thigh. Her hair was tied into a messy bun, with a blue and black headband atop her head. She also had a slight tan, and big designer sunglasses on her nose.

On Serena, the dress would have been way to short, but it worked well for Blair's petite frame.

The dress also showed off her figure well.

In other(Chuck's) words, she was really hot(and though he would never admit it, it was more of a beautiful-hot than hot-hot) .

Serena definitely had a Waldorf to save.

Blair gaped at her picture on Gossip Girl(after realizing what year it was, she had immediately grabbed her phone to see what Gossip Girl had to say about her).

Good morning, Upper East Side!

Quite a bit of gossip I have for you today-
Spotted: one stylish brunette coming from JFK, and, judging from who she came with, it looks like this 'new'-girl may just be the daughter of 'old'-money socialite, and fashion designer, Eleanor Waldorf! Watch out A, looks like you have a new contender to the throne. Who else can't wait for the first day of school on Monday?

You know you love me,

XOXO, Gossip Girl

Well, of course she just had to agree to the fact that she looked good, really good, but there still was that little problem of her going 'back in time'...sort of.

She hadn't gone back in time, just another parallel world, or something.

The thought didn't exactly make her feel better.

As she went through the archives, there wasn't one mention of her, except for the one where she'd apparently just come from France.

Nothing else really caught her interest.

Although...there was a girl named Alicia Cosaubon that was Queen B(hmm), Serena Van Der Woodsen-Bass' best friend(huh), and was dating Nate Archibald(this girl really reminds me of someone).

Blair would have to find out more about that later.

Right now, she needed some serious retail therapy to lift her spirits. New world? scoff.

And yet...would that be so bad?

The limo housing the three slightly tipsy teenagers stopped in front of Bergdorfs.

"Shopping? When exactly did Nathaniel and I agree to this?" Chuck whined(okay, maybe Chuck was a more than a little drunk, but everyone knows that he can hold his alcohol well).

Nate nodded in agreement, "It's not fair, Serena. I don't want to carry your bags across the millions of stores we're probably going to be stopping at."

Serena rolled her eyes at the extreme exaggeration. "We won't go to a million stores, Nate...maybe just...eight, or nine?"

Nate groaned at the thought.

Chuck just let out an annoyed breath.

A/N: Aha! Chapter one of AWDML is officially "fixed"! (Yes!) If you want to see what dress Blair was wearing in the Gossip Girl blast, I have a link on my profile page. Also, if you want to see the full summary, it is also on my profile page :)

Oh, and plus, if you could review, that would be great, too...