Those who knew Blair Waldorf believed that they knew many things about her. She was, after all, the well known Queen of Constance Billard School for Girls. How could one go on living in the prestigious Upper East Side without knowing about the young girl or her family?

The school which she ruled over was nestled nicely between a pair of very tall and daunting brown buildings on Fifth Avenue and sat right behind St. Jude's School for Boys. Both schools were exclusive private institutions for those that were blessed enough to live on the proper end of the borough of Manhattan, and those rare scholarship cases that everyone knows are only around so that to the public that look into the school and it's whereabouts, can believe that it cares about being an equal opportunity place of learning, or that there really is such a thing as bright minds without great money.

Yes, many things were known about Blair Waldorf and many falsities were spread about her, but there was one thing that no one, not even the infamous and self-proclaimed queen of the Upper East Side knew: she was about to be thrown into a world that no one, could ever anticipate.

If you really knew Blair, that was saying quite a bit.

The brunette prided herself on the idea that she always knew what was going on in her life and what she should expect to happen in the near future. She had a life plan and even with the tiny little bumps in her road, everything was going relatively according to plan.

Her grades made her the perfect candidate for any Ivy League school. That is, if her money didn't already give her a leg up with the admissions offices. She had just gotten back together with Nate Archibald after a good year break (they had been going through some technical difficulties and that's all she will say about it when asked) and finally, she and her best friend, Serena van der Woodsen were on good terms once again. Her minions, Caroline Forbes, Bonnie Bennett, and Jenny Humphrey had all decided to fall in line, however reluctantly some of them fell.

One would think that absolutely nothing could mess her life up, right?

Well, that is what anyone would think if they were in the same situation Blair was currently in. But is that not the point of our story? To show that absolutely nothing is as it really seems and no matter how perfect your life is, it can always crumble and fall apart at the seams.

Fortunately for us, no matter how weak our young heroine might come off as, she will prove just how brave she truly can be. Not that she really has a choice. No one ever really has a choice when they're fighting for their lives.

Our story starts on the first day of senior year. After all, isn't the beginning where all proper stories start?

Blair was perched delicately at her Victorian style vanity, examining her newly woken appearance. Long fingers raked through thick, chocolate colored tresses when a soft beeping reached her ears. The girl grabbed her phone and opened the message from Gossip Girl.

Ah, Gossip Girl. Can we take a moment just to examine, explain and appreciate the genius and cruel insanity of this site?

No one quite knows exactly when Gossip Girl sent out its first blast but everyone who is anyone knows that if they don't have a subscription to the site, they have absolutely no chance of ever being known by anyone who really matters.

The site is run by an anonymous source who claims to be one of the privileged few who is reported on. And who might they be? They are those who were lucky to have been born into the perfect gene pool of classic bone structure, personalized scents, and tailored clothing. As well as a few who seem to find themselves entangled with the former. She (or he; some have a theory that it's actually just some flamboyant wannabe, but that's another story for another time) takes what he sees around her as well as tips that are sent in by others in the same world and delivers the gossip direct.

So what exactly was the topic of that particular blast so early in the morning? Well, let's take a look, shall we?

Hey gossip fans. Gossip Girl here, your one and only source for everything on Manhattan's elite.

Ah, another school year is upon us. Whether it's your last time walking through those hallowed halls or your first, it's a day that none of us are sure to forget. While most of you are bathing in porcelain tubs and sipping Brazilian coffee from china tea cups, it seems that there are a few who are already on their way to the start of their year.

A very early tip I received this morning revealed, with photographic evidence of course, that there will be a new addition to the graduating class over at St. Jude's.

Keep in mind, that while the picture provided is not the best picture, I am sure we will see much much more of him. Or at least, I hope I personally do.

That's all for now gossipers. Keep those tips coming. You know that I'm nothing without you.

You know you love me.

xoxo, Gossip Girl

Blair hit the "next" button and tilted her head to the side at the sight of a broad, muscular back with a black leather jacket painted onto it. She could only imagine how the tailored St. Jude's shirt looked against the delicious back muscles she was sure laid dormant beneath the clothing. Sure, all of her thoughts were a bit of a stretch to the imagination, but even she had to admit that it was quite an attractive sight for so early in the morning.

Who said that a taken girl couldn't sneak a peak? It wasn't as if Nate was a complete saint, so what was the shame or harm in her just looking at a picture of some guy she didn't even know. And as she continued said observation, she noticed that the picture proved to show a very physically appealing guy. Beyond the very pleasing back end of course.

"He has a hot back." She could already hear Bonnie Bennett say that in the recesses of her mind.

Blair had to admit, out of all of her minions/friends, Bonnie was certainly the funniest and probably the brightest out of all of them. Serena was naive and Caroline… Well, she fed into the blonde stereotype more than Blair was normally comfortable with. Oh, and Jenny? Blair didn't really care too much to pay attention to the brains of a stupid little sophomore. Especially one from Brooklyn and especially one with the last name of Humphrey.

What anyone saw in anyone with that pathetic surname was completely beyond the Waldorf's comprehension.

Blair placed her glossy cell phone back on the smooth surface. She brushed all thoughts of anything or anyone in Brooklyn to the back of her head and started to move about her room, getting ready for the day. Her mind drifted now and again back to the broad shouldered mystery man.

Halfway through her routine, her phone went off again. Mentally deeming it another blast without actually investigating, Blair continued to get dressed for the day. It wasn't until her phone made another dinging noise did she realize someone was actually attempting to get in contact with her.

She sighed and figured it was probably Nate wishing her a good morning and a good walk to school. Blair smiled at this thought. Ever since the pair got back together Nate had been much more attentive and caring. Unfortunately, as her mind continued to process this nice thought, she realized that Nate really wasn't the sort of guy to send a 'good morning' text. He was normally too busy running around his room (or Chuck's Empire hotel room - wherever he passed out the night before) to have time to text anyone or even look at his phone for that matter. So when her phone went off for a third and forth time, she knew she had to check it.

As soon as she did however, she wished she hadn't.

I miss you. xoxo - T.

Awe, come on. Don't be like that. - T.

Oh, B. Please don't do this. You know you deserve better than that loser. Why not come back to the winning side and actually admit you're on it this time? - T.

Blair, please answer me. I really do miss you. You know I'm not like Nate or Chuck. I'm actually being legitimate about missing you. -T.

The brunette groaned, her dark eyes scanning the four small text bubbles on her BlackBerry Tour another four times each. Once she had done that and gotten up a crapload of courage, she shot out a brief shot of air through her mouth and sent a quick text back.

Drop it, T. - B.

The T that she was typing to stood for Tyler Lockwood. While Chuck was the Upper East Side's resident sleaze, Tyler was the resident bad boy. He drank, smoke (two things Blair hadn't been opposed to since she was twelve), talked back to teachers, parents, or any form of authority. He stole whatever he could get away with stealing, had sex in public places and never made any sort of apologies for it. And as for his temper? Well, let's say that pissing off Tyler Lockwood was as easy as finding a hot dog stand in the middle of Time Square.

Unless you were Blair Waldorf of course.

Tyler was a rebelling princess' wet dream. And on more than one occasion, Blair's as well. Not that she would ever admit that. She had a reputation to uphold and her reputation dictated that you never admit to any sort of sexual discrepancies.

Basically, she was to be a lady in streets but a freak in the sheets. And that was just putting it simply.

Their whole affair started as one dirty night in the darkest parts of Tuscany. Both swore early on in the evening that they would never speak of the night again once it was over. Blair was upset over of the betrayal Chuck had pushed upon her.

And what was Tyler's reasoning to entering into such a sorted affair, you may ask? Well, sadly, Tyler was merely taking advantage of the drunk version of the girl he had been pining over for the last sixteen years.

Oh yes, you heard me correctly. Tyler Lockwood had been secretly smitten with one Blair Waldorf since the age of two. He sat idly by as Nate and then Chuck took the beautiful brunette that he adored and ripped her apart piece by piece. If he had his way, both the Archibald and the Bass would be in the ground due to brain stem injuries inflicted from blunt force trauma.

What? He liked to watch Law and Order, so his daydreams were a little more detailed than the average person.

Anyway, it was a night full of passion, heat, sweat, and a whole lot of drunken sex. Mentally, although they were unaware of this, both Tyler and Blair were very happy she had packed attire appropriate for a couple who were going away on a romantic occasion. It was all put to use in a very delicious manner.

It was a night that Tyler felt was a true blessing. He never wanted it to end. He was doubly sure of that the next day when Blair was no longer under the arm that he had splayed across her tiny form at some point in the night and a note remained in her place.

We can't ever speak of this again. Or let it repeat. I am so sorry for letting this happen. - B.

He was sure he had never felt true heartbreak until that very moment, and for the following hour, he spent the time hidden away from the world in the darkest room he could find in the spacious villa, and sulked beneath several thick blankets. Not a speck of light could reach the broken young man beneath the layers.

Apparently, Tyler had forgotten who he was in love with.

Sure, they had said earlier that they would never speak of it again but when Blair had opened her eyes that morning and saw the way Tyler had wrapped his arms protectively around her at some point during the night, she knew that something had to be done. Blair was a woman (okay, so she had barely even reached eighteen yet but who was going to question her on it?) who knew that if you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself. To this day, that was the only explanation she ever would have for leaving that note and leaving the only man who had ever treated her correctly alone in bed that fateful morning.

Once he was done feeling sorry for himself, the Lockwood boy tossed the covers aside, and did everything he could to make Blair his. It took a lot of fighting and arguing between the two parties but for two blissful months, he could finally, and proudly, say that Blair Waldorf was his and no one else's.

He, unfortunately, couldn't scream it from the rooftops like he would have liked. Heck, he wasn't even allowed to shove the news in Nate and Chuck's faces just as he had always dreamed he would.

Blair forbade him from telling anyone anything about their relationship. She claimed that it was because she didn't want to seem like a whore who just jumped from between all of the guys she knew (a.k.a. Serena) without ever really caring about any of them. So, because he cared about her as much as he did, he gave into her wishes, no matter how insane and neurotic they seemed to be. Why? Because he figured that if it meant that in September things would be different, and he could walk her to her classes at Constance with his arm around her thin shoulders, then all of the bullshit she was putting him through would all be more than worth it.

Obviously, that relationship didn't last very long at all.

As Blair continued to stare at her continually blinking phone, she started to truly believe that the idea that her entire relationship with Tyler had been a weird and twisted mistake itself.

While they were together he completely adored her and she was happy. Sort of. There was a good part of Blair that still felt broken because of what she had been put through in her prior relationships.

Tyler's still lingering and seemingly ever-present feelings made the two sides of her very diverse personality flare up in very specific ways. For one, her arrogant side understood his desire to have her at his side. She was Blair Waldorf after all. Who wouldn't want her on their arm? It was really an accomplishment and honor as far as she was concerned. However, the other, more sensitive, and self-conscious side didn't understand what he saw in her. Nate had seemingly only gone for her because she was all that was left and she wasn't enough to keep the great Chuck Bass entertained to the point that he would want to remain hers, so what kept Tyler Lockwood of all people coming back?

Blair sighed and tossed her phone onto her plush comforter, seemingly throwing her problems away with it. She had something to get really for her first day of classes as a member of the senior class of Constance and the undisputed queen of the all girls school.

Time seemed to fly by as she slipped into the pleated blue skirt that was now easily hitched up to her mid-thigh, her tailored white-collar shirt, and thin knee-high white socks. When Blair first received her uniform her skirt fell so that it ended right below the hem of her socks. Now? Now, her socks couldn't kiss her skirt if it applied all of the lip plumper on the market.

Constance Billard for Girls was an exclusive private school that taught those who fell into the grades of kindergarten and twelfth and could also afford the outlandish tuition. Well, if they couldn't do such a thing they sure had a damn good scholarship connection. Or they were like Vicki Donovan and the Headmistress at the time was your aunt and felt bad for you for having a deadbeat mom and having to live on the Lower West Side.

When a Constance girl reached the ninth grade they were asked to disregard the red skirt they received at the beginning of sixth grade and given a brand new blue skirt and white collared shirt to show their current status within the school and kept that same skirt all four years. The only reason a Constance girl would get a new skirt is if their weight ballooned out of their control and let's face it, on the Upper East Side, you have plenty of ways to keep the extra weight off.

It wasn't until Blair was picking up all of her belongings for the day that her phone finally buzzed with a text message from her doting boyfriend. Sometimes, she wondered why she dealt with Nate and his antics. Truthfully, she really couldn't bring herself to completely part from him. He had hurt her so deeply within the last two years and yet, she had very willingly gone back to his open and waiting arms.

Was it all a part of her insecurities that she would never find someone to love her completely and eternally just as her romantic mind wished could be?

Probably. But she would've never openly admitted that to anyone who ever dared to ask. Not even Tyler, who happened to be her best friend and one of the few people she genuinely trusted.

Blair's portly live-in maid, Dorota, waddled towards her as she bounded down the long, twinning marble staircase into the main foyer of her two-story Manhattan apartment. Dorota's pudgy face seemed to curl around her dark eyes, and, as she noticed while continually glancing towards her, seemed to be very intent on getting her mistress to do something she didn't have time for. Or perhaps something much worse - eat something.

"Miss Blair," she started in her thick Slavic accent. Blair never did know exactly where it was Dorota originally hailed from. As much as she loved the woman who basically raised her, she never did care to ask for her country of origin.

"Miss Blair, you must eat something. Your mother—"

"My mother is in Rome researching ancient Roman artifacts to get inspiration for her new line," Blair interrupted. The very corner of her eye twitched at the mention of her mother not being home and a present parent. Again. It had been about two years since Harold Waldorf had left Eleanor for a thirty-one year old male supermodel and since then, her mother had decided to make less of an effort to get to know her growing daughter than ever. Needless to say, Blair was a little bitter for the decision.

"Which is why she ask me to make sure you eat good breakfast. She does not want you to be burn out when you are learning." The maid nodded, as if that would further prove her point and get the young girl to sit down and eat something before her last first day of high school.

Sadly, Dorota should have known better.

The girl rolled her eyes and took a hold of the small, round, blue, Prada purse. She had just gotten it the day before and she was itching to show it off to the girls that she knew would appreciate it far more than she would just as she would appreciate their admiration far more than she should.

"No offense Dorota, but if my mom really cared about my eating habits, she would have paid more attention about four years ago and said something when I would stuff my face like the rapture was happening tomorrow." Blair hummed and gave her maid (and friend) the sort of smile that said: You know I'm right and you also know you can't force me to eat a damn thing so don't even try.

"Please Miss Blair. For me?" Her face fell slightly, her guard lowering, effectively making the European woman look very sad and almost puppy like. It was sad and annoying how much the maid knew how to work her over in certain rare cases.

Again, Blair's dark eyes rolled around in her skull and she went over to the table, grabbed a handful of grapes, shook her hand in the air, as if showing off that she was eating, and popped them all in her mouth at once. Her mouth went from full to empty so fast, Dorota wondered if Blair had even chewed or tasted the grapes as they went down her throat. The brunette passed by the woman again, kissed her affectionately on the cheek and gave her a grin that was only a little bit condescending.

"There. I had something."

"Barely anything," mumbled Dorota.

"And now I'm late to meet Nate, so thank you!" she said above the woman's mumbles, trying to make it seem as if the maid hadn't said anything at all before she was rushing out of the foyer, into the elevator and down into the lobby of her building, finding a very bored and a seemingly very clueless Nate.

Blair did have to admit, although only to herself, that Nate really was a doofus. She was obviously the smarter of the two and he was almost like a trophy boyfriend to her. After all, he really was just oh so pretty. As an outsider, it hurts a little to watch him go so under-appreciated… Even if he does do the same thing to Blair.

Oh well, back to the story.

Blair bounced up to her sandy-haired boyfriend and pecked him on the cheek, effectively shaking him from whatever it was that was going on in his mind. He turned towards the surprise and gave her a wide grin before bending his solid six foot frame down to give her a soft kiss on the lips. If Blair ever wore flats, a majority of the men (as well as Serena, that tall blonde bitch) that she interacted with on a daily basis were well over half a foot taller than her. It was extremely difficult to find Blair without a proper pair of heels covering her feet and today was no exception.

"Hey, you were late. Is everything okay?" Nate asked.

Maybe he has changed into a good doting boyfriend, Blair thought, the corners of her full, light pink-tinted lips pulling up slightly in the corners. It was nice for her to think that things were changing for the better.

"I was getting worried."

Yes, when she had decided to go back to Nate, it definitely wasn't a mistake, she decided. Or at least, that was what a good portion of her logical brain was telling her.

"No need to worry. Dorota was just trying to stuff my face full of empty calories," she said, waving his concerns off. Nate's face contorted around itself as if to display that his girlfriends words didn't convince him that something wasn't wrong. Blair simply curved her small hand around his face, attempting to seem comforting towards the man who she had been dating for the better part of her life.

"I promise you, Nate. There is nothing to worry about," she cooed. Was it possible that her boyfriend was actually paranoid that she had reverted back to her old ways of keeping her waistline in check? Had Golden Boy (as Gossip Girl liked to call him) really grown a brain and actually opened his eyes? Blair couldn't believe that such a thing was actually true.

Why did she refuse to believe that? It meant that Nate actually did care about her. Was that not what she wanted to begin with? Have someone truly and deeply care about her? Was that not what every girl, or boy, wanted in a partner, male or female? Blair couldn't say anything for sure. It was a hard road to teeter on, and lately, teetering was all Blair seemed to be doing with the Archibald

Nate placed a strong hand over the hand that was placed against his cheek and allowed the very tips of his lips to curl upwards just a bit.

"As long as you're sure."

"I am. Now how about we go before we're late for the first day," chanted the senior girl, taking a hold of his hand and tugging him behind her for a moment until Nate finally took ahold of the situation and brought himself beside her. The pair strode on, her arm wrapped around his, in silence, towards their schools. It was a quiet morning, something very odd for the couple. Normally, the morning would consist of Blair talking and talking about things Nate could care less about while he made a few nods or hums of agreement when needed. This morning however? Complete silence. Nate probably should have been more worried, but there was absolutely nothing coming out from his mouth.

So maybe he wasn't as perfect as Blair had always dreamed and hoped him to be.

There was one other thing that was particularly out of the ordinary and it seemed as if Blair was the only one to notice. As they walked down the twelve blocks from her building to school, every other corner there was a dark crow, perched on the cross sign.

Now, you can call her self-centered or cautious or heck, call her just plain weird, but Blair could have sworn that the damn crow was staring directly at her every single time they passed it.

Blair lived in New York her entire life, so she wasn't ignorant to various aviary species that resides on the island, but this crow was something different. It's feathers had a sheen that made them seem darker than the average crow. The small black eyes were almost an onyx color and gave off a distinctive humane feel every time Blair would glimpse at the bird and lock gazes with it.

After the third encounter, she had unconsciously tightened her grip around Nate's arm and when she did so, it seemed to anger the crow. It's eyes seemed to narrow in the most devastatingly dangerous manner, obviously continuing to cause a great unsettling feeling for the brunette.

Needless to say, she had never been so excited to see Constance and walk up the stairs in her life.

Squawk! Squawk!

Blair was halfway up the large set of stone stairs that led to one of the few common areas between the pair of sister schools, leaving Nate in the dust yelling after his girlfriend, when the noise hit her ears. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the same crow perched on the Constance archway. Her eyes bugged out of her head like a frightened cartoon character and she swore her stomach fell into her butt and caught in her throat all at the same time.

She wasn't sure what it was that made her so sure that it was the same crow that had been stalking her that whole morning and she certainly wasn't sure what was making her so sure that it was stalking her, but she couldn't stop the fear from creeping up into her throat and nearly strangling her with the sensation.

Quickly, she padded up the rest of the stairs. They felt like they were extending and more stairs were adding themselves on top of one another as she continued to climb them. This effectively caused her breath to catch in her chest and twist around inside.

She found herself smacking directly into something very thick and solid when she finally reached the top. The sudden stop caused her equilibrium to fall off kilter and thrust her backwards, her heel teetering on the edge on the edge.

Blair would have been sent flying down the set of stone steps, not only embarrassing her but also probably crippling or even killing her. And falling down a set of stairs at the age of seventeen was certainly not the way Blair wanted to go. If Scarlet O'Hara could survive a fall down the steps, Blair Waldorf certainly was not going to go out that way.

Thankfully, she didn't have to worry about that.

A strong arm darted out and wrapped itself around her petite waist, essentially whisking her away from the edge of danger. The rush of being whisked away from the tumbled made her gasp. She was sure that it had been Nate, firmly proving herself to be her true Prince Charming. However, when she finally was back on her feet, she was face to face with someone else completely.

Blair would never admit it to anyone who would ask but she was actually speechless as she tok in her savior's appearance. The guy in front of her was absolutely gorgeous. He was broad, like she imagined an attractive football player would be. Probably one that would play fullback… Whatever that meant. His hair was long, but styled in a way that it never touched his shoulders or even the nape of his neck and was a dark sandy color. His skin had only the faintest hint of a tan and his eyes were dark and hooded but not in a doofish sort of way. There was something in the way he looked at her, she was sure there was a brain inside that wonderfully sculpted skull. However, there was something else in the way he looked at her, she just couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was or what it meant.

Poor Blair. It wasn't her fault that she looked exactly like the last girl that held the guy's heart. Then again, how could she? It wasn't like she was around almost a hundred and fifty years ago.

But more on that later. We just got to some of the sexy stuff now.

The pair were silent, and if you asked Blair, it felt like hours in his arms. Several blissful hours actually.

"Are you okay?" asked the perfectly sculpted lips in a genuinely concerned voice. "You seemed really kind of freaked out."

Blair swallowed the lump in the back of her throat and she bit her bottom lip briefly. Actually speaking to the man in front of her was definitely something difficult.

The "hero" began to back away to give Blair some room to stand properly and she pointed behind her, turning as she began to stammer, "I-I-I just saw this stupid—" Her eyebrows creased into a wiggled line of complete confusion. The intimidating crow was gone and she was left looking like a complete idiot.

Poor B. She can't even bump into a hot guy and cover her own ass gracefully anymore.

Blair turned back to the handsome stranger and shook her head in disbelief. "I guess I was just seeing things." Her eyes slowly moved upwards to find the gorgeous eyes narrowed in the direction Blair had looked and if she wasn't mistaken, it seemed that he knew something she didn't, as if he would have believed her if she had finished her damn sentence. If she was being paranoid then he was seeing something she was unable to and something he wouldn't tell her even if she asked in the kindest way she could possibly muster. The mystery man shook his head and offered a kind smile, looking down into her eyes, before extending his hand towards her. His mouth was opening as if he were about to speak, maybe to introduce himself, but it seemed that in that moment, Nate finally decided to be a doting boyfriend and appeared at her sid.

"Blair, are you okay?" he asked, seemingly completely out of breath, his hand falling comfortably onto her lower back. His face was downturned and contorted in worry, a pink flush across his cheeks. Nate turned to her savior, who she still hadn't gotten the name of, and patted him on the shoulder thankfully. "Hey, thanks for catching her man. She's normally a lot better on her feet, I don't know what happened."

"I can speak for myself, Nate," she insisted. Her hero, she noticed from the corner of her eye, seemed uncomfortable and laughed.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm Stefan by the way. I'm new here." A smile pulled itself kindly across his face as he extended his hand towards Blair again.

So he's the new guy. Well that picture of his back definitely didn't do him justice. The front side is much better than the back.

"Blair Waldorf. And this is Nate Archibald," she offered, barely gesturing towards the man beside her as she gracefully shook his hand.

Did anyone else notice how she didn't say "boyfriend," hmm? Because I sure did.

"Her boyfriend," Nate quickly added, putting extra influence on the second word. Stefan's dark eyes flickered over to Nate before putting his attention back on Blair, giving her a soft smile.

"It's good to meet both of you." Stefan nodded towards them both, his hands clasped behind him. "Hopefully we'll meet again soon." Stefan walked away from the pair, a light smile playing on their lips. Blair watched Stefan leave before turning back to Nate with a very sour expression on her face. Nate's body tensed, knowing that his girlfriends body language wasn't a good sign for him.

"I don't know how you could have been more rude. After all, if it weren't for him my brains would be splattered all over Lexington!" she snapped.

"I wasn't rude!" he countered. "You were the one who seemed to conveniently forget to mention that you had a boyfriend!"

It was rare to see royalty fighting like commoners and a good majority of Constance and St Jude's understood that. They turned and waited in their respective places to witness the once in a lifetime event. Blair let out a sarcastic laugh and rolled her large brown eyes around in her skull.

"Oh right, because I was the one who slept with Serena van der Woodsen at a wedding when I was dating someone who had given me their entire heart on a silver platter! Oh and why? Because you were supposedly in love with her." She paused in her ranting, her squished face unfolding and relaxing. That face, Nate knew, was one to deliver a worse fate than its former.

"You know what Nathaniel?" she cooed, moving closer to her boyfriend and began to jab her long, perfectly manicured finger against his strong chest, punctuating each word with a jab. Her voice dripped with a slippery sort of coolness as she spoke.

"If you were so in love with Serena, you shouldn't have been dating me. It just made you look selfish and a downright horrible human being." Blair made a soft squeaking noise as if to enunciate her point before turning on her hard heel and walked away from him and into the waiting frenzy that was her small group of minions.

Caroline was going on and on about how what Blair had just done was so out of character and so outrageous and so awesome all rolled into one. Bonnie had a small smug look playing on her dark features. Blair had a feeling that the girl was giving her a small bit of approval for the outburst.

As for Serena? She was standing a good fifteen feet away from the trio, looking at her phone and kicking at the ground with the toe of her new Tony Burch flat in embarrassment.

Blair felt rather smug that she could bring the tall blonde down a notch and make her realize that not everything revolved around her as she seemed to be quite accustomed to believing.

Suddenly, she felt a familiar buzz in her hand. Blair had forgotten that she had taken her phone out of her purse about six blocks ago. She looked down, quickly scowling at the message.

Yeah, if it were me, you would not have to deal with that shit. -T.

The brunette snapped her head up and looked around quickly, easily finding a smirking Tyler in the corner of the courtyard. Blair huffed and narrowed her eyes at him, snapping away a moment later deeming him unworthy of her attention. Quickly, she threw her phone into her purse and turned her attention back to the babbling Caroline.

She had had enough of Tyler's smugness, at least for that moment. And she was going to make sure that Tyler knew it.