Nate is annoyed at everything.
Seventeen-year-old Nathaniel Archibald sat on his bed in his room, smoking and watching as the smoke flew out of the window. There were undergraduate guides from all the Ivy League universities scattered all over his bed, and he had flicked through a few of them, and sure he was looking at them – a bit – but he wasn't actually reading them and taking in any information. He had no interest in attending university next year – he had a different ambition, but he knew that he would never be able to go and pursue it.
Nate sighed and thought about his life – what was going on, what had happened in the past, and what he wanted to see happen. Also, he thought about what he didn't want to be a part of and deal with – university.
Nate was an average student at Aristocrat's – he rarely bothered to study for exams or anything school-related, and he showed little enthusiasm for actually attending school and being educated. There was the occasional bludge day, where he would hang at the park and just do joint after joint of marijuana, or chain smoke, just for the sake of it. He always thought that there was no point in education if it wouldn't help his future career. What was the value of pi used for in everyday life, anyway?
Then Nate's mind shifted to another important subject – Blair Waldorf. Blair, his beautiful, brunette, brown-eyed girlfriend with nice attractive lips, the best designer clothes and a pretty skin complexion. Blair, his girlfriend since the beginning of Year Eight (Year Seven for her). Blair, the girl that was rich – insanely rich, like many of the Royal Queen's and Aristocrat's students. Blair, the girl that was going to turn seventeen in exactly eight days and obviously throw a huge party all for herself. Blair, the girl that had the perfect figure, status, life, and friends – or so it seemed. Blair was like a mouthful, to be honest. She was extremely insecure, yet she was a leader, and almost half the Royal Queen's students wanted to be her best friend. She led her group of close-knit, ditzy friends, and wouldn't have it any other way. She had been in love with Nate forever, since they commenced dating those years ago – but did Nate love her? It was a question Nate asked himself frequently, but every time the same answer thudded in his heart. No… no… no…NO!
Nate didn't know if he even wanted to be able to love her. He felt like he could never truly adore her or honestly show devotion to her. Blair always needed reassurance… comfort… protection. Nate felt like she suffocated him. He just needed fresh air. Fresh air to get away from everything – school, family, Ivy week, dreading seeing Blair again and having to deal with her next demand, his upcoming birthday…
Nate's phone beeped, and he leaned over to grab it from the table beside him. "One new message", it read. Nate checked it, and to his dismay, found that it was from Blair. It read:
Hey Natie, how are you?
I've been fine, but not the same without you :(
Haven't seen you in so long! Miss you!
Where have you been?
Reply to me!
Love you!
Kisses,
Blair xoxo
PS: I'm so excited to visit Yale again. It's my dream, as you know. Are you getting ready for Ivy week??? What uni will you be visiting???!!!!!!!
Like he needed a reminder. Nate sighed and threw his phone to the other side of the bed. He groaned and lay down, wanting to get away. He felt so trapped when it came to Blair, yet he didn't know how to break up with her. It would devastate her, that much he knew; and he had never remembered a time when he hadn't been dating her. Oh, how he wish he could. Ever since he had become a teenager, he had been with her. He felt like his Blair-free days must have been a privilege he had not appreciated until now.
