Blair reminisces happier times
Blair and Nate were at Nate's seventeenth birthday at his mansion, and Blair was chatting to her friends, sipping on a cocktail. The music was loud, the mood was festive and everyone was having a great time. Blair's boyfriend of three years, Nate Archibald, then came up from behind her and brushed some of her perfect wavy dark brown hair away from her ear with his hand. He bent his head down a little and whispered in her ear, "My room, in sixty seconds." He smiled cheekily and winked, and walked back to his friends who were all drinking.
Blair smiled at him as he walked away, and said to her friends, "Be right back." She walked up the stairs to make her way to the bathroom. She knew where it was, of course; she was with Nate all the time. Wherever he went, she usually went with him.
In the bathroom Blair made sure she looked as best as she could. When she looked in the mirror, she saw repulsiveness, but her friends always reassured her that she looked stunning. Sighing, Blair left the bathroom and waited in Nate's room, sitting on his bed.
A few seconds later, Nate excused himself from his friends and headed up the stairs to his room. Blair was already there, of course, looking like a princess in her red strapless Vera Wang party dress. All she needed was a tiara to match. To Nate, Blair looked flawless and beyond her years.
Nate sat down beside Blair and opened a jewellery box in front of her. She gasped – it was a beautiful red heart-shaped ruby gemstone that hung on a silver necklace.
"Nate," she said, breathless. "It's beautiful. But it's not my birthday – it's yours…you shouldn't give me anything."
Nate ignored her. "Turn around and lift up your hair," he said. She obeyed him and he put on the necklace for her.
Blair turned around and smiled. "How does it look?" she asked, looking down at the ruby heart.
Nate grinned. "It looks perfect."
"Thank you, Nate." Nate could tell that Blair adored the necklace. She loved jewellery and everything beautiful. "I've got your present downstairs in my bag."
Nate shook his head. "Don't worry about it. You've already given me the best birthday present. For the last three years, might I add."
"What's that?"
Nate bent his head down so his face was a centimetre away from Blair's. "You, of course."
Blair smiled, deliriously happy. "Well, you're welcome."
Nate and Blair kissed passionately in his room for a long time like the perfect couple, and didn't bother with the guests downstairs. Blair was all Nate wanted, and Nate was all Blair wanted. It had been the best day of Blair's life, and she was pretty sure that he had had a good time, too.
On the sofa Blair's tears continued to pour down her face faster. She was so sure that Nate was her Romeo, and that she was his Juliet. She unfastened the necklace around her neck and threw it as far as she could. It landed into a potted plant, not that Blair cared.
Stuff you, Nate! she thought as she picked up her phone again – not to check if she had any new messages or calls (she already knew she didn't), but to call Emmett. At least someone appreciated her.