He looked her up on Gossip Girl that night, having heard Jenny go on and on about how this mysterious girl on the internet posted things she knew about everyone from the Upper East Side. She was obsessed with it, but he of course, had boycotted the site until now – it's for chicks, and has scandalous information about the lives of people he couldn't care less about. But there had to be something about her on there. And he could care way less about her…
He scrolled through pages of somewhat candid photos with written captions, dripping in snark or clever quips about Serena's party-girl ways, her new Coach bags, or about how her brother was acting unsocial and detached. There were pictures of her with that soccer player, Nate Archibald – others of her with the brunette girl he'd seen her with at the party, and that guy with the scarf and the squinty eyes who always gave him dirty looks in class.
A part of him understood why Jenny liked this site so much. They were from an entirely different world. Consequences didn't exist when one had a fat check book. Money meant nothing, sex meant nothing. He just hoped one day….he'd mean something to her.