Blair walked down the hallway of Sandburg High, which was the school she was attending now. She still couldn't believe she was there instead of at Constance Billard. She had been avoiding calls from her friends for the past couple of days. She didn't feel like talking to them or anyone else for that matter. She knew that they all knew she had transferred schools and not because she hadn't been there but the news was on the Gossip Girl website yesterday morning. It still amazed Blair how who ever Gossip Girl was got her news so quickly. None of that mattered now; sooner or later Gossip Girl wouldn't care less who she was. The site didn't give a crap about public school kids and in the hour Blair Waldorf had been at Sandburg high it was clear to see why. First of all, the students there couldn't dress. Most of them just wore t-shirts and jeans, and not even Diesel or Seven jeans but Gap or Old Navy, and who told them that Reebok classics were cool? She also didn't think she had seen so much costume jewelry before in her life. And they actually thought cheerleading was cool a lot of the popular girls were cheerleaders. Constance Billard didn't even have such a mindless activity like cheerleading. She wished she could bring her friends here so they could have a good laugh at these people. Blair really missed her old friends, even Jenny's face would be a warm welcome around here where so far everyone looked at her like she was from another planet. She was a bit over dressed she supposed and vowed to try to dress down tomorrow but not completely. She wasn't about to wear anything these girls had on. She sat down in an empty seat in history class as the other students were coming in a lot of them were looking at her like she was weird. No one even offered her a greeting.

"Who does she think she is?" She heard a girl whisper from behind her. "Maybe she's one of those so called bad girls who got expelled from her fancy boarding school." Another girl said. Blair started to turn around and give them a piece of her mind when a pretty girl with strawberry blonde curly hair and piercing blue eyes came up to her. Two girls with blonde hair were standing behind her. "Excuse me but you are in my seat." The girl said rudely. She was wearing a pair of white jeans from the Gap of course and a pink midriff top although it was the middle of January. If this girl thought she was intimidating her then she was dead wrong.

"I don't think these seats are assigned." Blair told her not bothering to get up. The girl turned to her two friends and smiled then turned back to Blair. "Look, I'll give you a break since you're new here, but I sit here and everyone knows that. So if you don't mind…" the girl said and her voice trailed off. She put her purse on top of Blair's desk. Blair pushed it on the floor and crossed her arms and said "Yes as a matter of fact I do mind. I'm sitting here today." The girl started to say something else but the bell rang and she picked up her bag and she and her friends went to sit in some other seats.

"Nice going." A girl said sarcastically from next to her.

"Excuse me but if I want your opinion I'll ask for it." Blair snapped at her. "Sorry but you don't piss off Ayla Johanson and get away with it." the girl said

"Who?" Blair asked confused.

"Ayla Johanson the girl whose seat you're in. she's the most popular girl in the junior class and she's head cheerleader." Meredith said as if Ayla was Jennifer Aniston or something. Come on! Head cheerleader? Whoop Dee fuckin do! If Ayla went to Constance Billard she'd be a social reject from the minute people noticed her fake Kate Spade bag, which these public school losers probably thought was the real thing. Couldn't they see the bag had "Katie Spade" written on it? Seriously, she could imagine the laughs they could have at Ayla Johanson's expense. Sadly, that wasn't going to happen. It was the other way around and a lot of kids were having a laugh at her expense. The only person here who even bothered talking to her had acne and had never even heard of make up. Now she knew what it was like to not be in the in crowd.

A couple of hours later she was sitting alone in the cafeteria. Meredith, the acne girl from history, joined her a minute later. Usually she wouldn't look twice at a girl like Meredith but at least she did talk to her. So far nothing she had seen at Sandburg High impressed her in fact lunch was even more depressing. Did people actually eat this stuff? She thought as she looked at the meat and ice cream scoop of mashed potatoes. Just looking at them made her want to puke, but Meredith was slicing into the meat like it was an elegant meal.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Meredith asked.

"I'm not hungry." She said and opened the can of Diet Cola she bought from the venting machine and stuck a straw in the can. "Is little miss rich girl too good for our food?" Blair heard a voice say and looked up to see Ayla and her two blonde bimbo cohorts standing behind her. They were all carrying trays of food and looking at her.

"Unless you want to sit down just go sit somewhere else unless you rather skip lunch and go find a street vendor to sell you another fake designer bag." Meredith laughed but Ayla and her friends lost their composure for a second.

"You better watch your back rich girl you're not at Fred Segal's now." Ayla said then put down her tray long enough to pick up Blair's diet soda and put in on her own tray and walk off. "It's best to ignore her then she'll leave you alone." Meredith advised but Blair wasn't listening. She watched as Ayla and her friends sat their trays down at a table with a few guys. Ayla leaned over and kissed the guy sitting next to her. He was cute although not as cute as Nate was but he was still the best looking guy she'd seen all day.

"That's Matt, he's Ayla's boyfriend. Do you have a boyfriend Blair?" Meredith asked her.

"Yeah sort of we are in an on and off relationship but it's off now. We always get back together though." She said and then turned back to Ayla's table. She figured Matt would be the perfect guy to make Nate jealous so he can come back to her. If he knew she was slumming he would come back begging and it would also piss off Ayla. For some reason now everyone at Ayla's table was looking at her, who knows what she was telling them? She locked eyes with Blair and held up the diet soda and took a sip of it like it was the best thing she ever tasted and smiled at her again.

"Who does she think she is?" Blair said out loud.

"She's pretty and popular and every girl here wants to be her." Meredith said even though Blair wasn't really talking to her but just thinking out loud. Blair got out of her chair and walked straight over to Ayla's table. She heard Meredith asking her where she was going but she ignored her.

"Excuse me but you have something that belongs to me. Are you going to give it back or am I going to have to make you?" Ayla laughed and said "And how are you going to do that? Are you going to call your daddy's lawyer and tell them to make me give your drink back?" Ayla and her friends laughed. Blair picked up the bowl of tomato soup off one of Ayla's friends trays and dumped it on her head. Ayla got up and screamed.

"Are you crazy?" She asked her.

"I tried to be nice but you wanted to play hardball." She said and picked up the can off Ayla's tray and walked away without another word. Ayla Johanson was no match for Blair Waldorf and now Ayla knew that.