Blair is frustrated at Nate… yet again.
Blair walked around her house, bored rigid and frazzled, as she thought about only one thing. No, scratch that – two things. Number one, getting into Yale; and number two, the love of her life, Nate Archibald, who, by the way, still hadn't called. Blair groaned, frustrated. What kind of boyfriend do I have? she thought to herself furiously. She kept ambling around, her phone in her hand, and every five minutes she checked her inbox. Time after time, the same messages appeared – "No new messages" and "No missed calls". Blair threw her phone on the sofa in aggravation.
"Stupid Nate!" she screamed out loud. It was okay to act mental because she was alone in her house as usual. Her mother was away at work again, her beloved father lived overseas with his new girlfriend and Nate obviously wasn't at her house looking for her, holding her in his arms and whispering comforting words in her ear like "I'll never leave you" and "I love you".
Blair sat down on the brown leather sofa next to her ill-treated phone, thinking about Nate. Why hadn't he called? She had texted him five times today and had never received a reply to any of them. She wondered if he was thinking about her right now – thinking about how much he missed her and wanted to see her. She tried to hide her insecurities, soothing herself by thinking that Nate's battery had died down or something similar to that.
The truth was she wasn't sure if Nate loved her as much as she loved him. Blair had told Nate that she loved him twice – and he had always responded by kissing her, not by saying those three special words back to her. Blair began to feel apprehensive as she studied the clothes she was wearing. It was a heavenly white Marc Jacobs dress, long sleeved and covered with lace. It sheltered her arms, shoulders and chest and stopped just above her knee. Blair had chosen to wear this especially for Nate, in case he decided to stop over. Blair thought about how she'd always ensured that she looked extra nice for Nate, and how sick she was of it. Of course, it wasn't Nate's fault – he had never told her that she was ugly, or needed to dress nicer in all the years that he had known her. He didn't really pay attention to what she wore – he was already more than occupied with her intricate and intractable persona.
A tear splashed onto Blair's right cheek, and within seconds bigger, fatter tears poured down like a monsoon. Great, Blair thought. I'm my own personal Niagra Falls.
Blair couldn't shake Nate out of her mind. She knew she loved him; she would do anything for him, without question. But then she asked herself – would Nate do the same for her?
Nate loves me, Blair thought, trying to console herself. He at least has very strong feelings for me. If he didn't he would have broken up with me ages ago…
Blair touched her ruby necklace that Nate had given to her last year. It was scarlet red and gleamed whenever she tilted it. It was beautiful and heart-shaped, and really brought out her brown eyes – or at least that's what everyone told her. Blair reminisced the time when she had received the necklace.