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Kim was walking down the stairs on her way out for lunch when she got to the gate of the school, she felt her cellphone vibrate.

Looks like the Virgin Queen isn't as pure as she pretended to be. Who's your daddy, B? Baby Daddy that is. Two guys in one week? Talk about doing the nasty, or should I say just being nasty.

Kim froze after reading the Gossip Girl alert. She didn't even know that Nate and Blair sealed the deal, but she wondered who the other guy was. Almost as soon as she thought it, she saw Nate charge out of the school building and grab Chuck by his neck.

"Did you sleep with her?" Nate asked.

"Can't we talk about this without your hands around my neck?" Chuck asked.

"Did you sleep with her? Answer me!" Nate demanded.

"Yes Nathaniel! I took what Blair kept throwing at you, and you kept throwing back," Chuck said, as he got out of Nate's grasp.

"So somehow you screwing Blair for sport is my fault?" Nate asked.

"It wasn't for sport! She needed someone and I was there."

"Oh, so you cared about her?"

"You guys were broken up," Chuck reminded him.

"How long? A week? An hour?"

"Look, I'm sorry, but I know how long you and I have been best friends, ok?"

"No, it's not okay, Chuck. From now on, you stay away from me," Nate yelled before storming away.

Kim couldn't believe what just happened in front of her. She felt so disgusted, she couldn't stand to be at that school for the rest of the day. She left the premises, and walked to the train station.

Nate couldn't believe what was going on in his life. It was bad enough that his father's legal troubles were turning everything upside down in his, but he lost his best friend and his girlfriend, and he'd be remiss if he didn't acknowledge the fact that he lost another good friend trying to rekindle the dying relationship with that very same girlfriend who slept with his best friend. Now he didn't have anyone. He knew that he didn't want anything to do with Blair or Chuck, but he still had hope that he could make amends with Kim. He did the only thing that he could think of. He pulled out his phone and made a phone call.

"Hi, I'd like fifteen yellow roses for delivery..."

Kim, Jenna and Christa were running through vocabulary words in preparation for the S. when the doorbell rang.

"Aren't you going to get it?" Jenna asked.

"I don't answer the doorbell if I don't expect company. This is not a television show, this is Flatbush," Kim said.

"At least take a look," Christa said. Kim sighed in defeat, and headed towards the door. She looked in the peep hole and saw a man holding something.

"Who is it?" she called.

"I have flowers for Kimberly Hamilton," the man said. Kim opened up the door, a bit and came face to face with a bouquet of peach roses. Kim gave the delivery man her signature, and took the flowers from him. She closed the door, and turned to face her friends with a particular look on her face.

"Your facial expression says 'intrigued'," Jenna pointed out.

"I am. Yellow roses usually mean friendship, but this is like fifteen of them, and that means apology," Kim said while counting them, before finding the card.

"Read it out loud," Christa suggested.

Kim,

I never meant to cause you any pain. I just wanna go back to being the same. I only want to make things right, before you walk out of my life. I know that I upset you, but I don't want to lose your friendship. I was wrong, I'm sorry, I apologize.

-Nate

"Awwww!" Jenna and Christa exclaimed in unison.

"Can you just admit that he's bae?" Jenna said.

"Vodka is bae, these S. are bae," Kim replied.

"Oh please, knowing you, it'll be your wedding day, and you still gonna be saying that he's not bae," Christa said.

"Word, and her vows are gonna be 'you're lit. Facts," Jenna said as the girls laughed.

"Nah, seriously though, he said he wants it to go back to being the same. He wants to be friends, and that might be for the best. I'm not gonna be anyone's stand in girl while he waits around, hoping that one day Serena will be free," Kim said as she picked up her cellphone to call him.

"Hey, I see you got what I sent you," Nate said, answering the phone. Kim couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, I did. It was very thoughtful of you," she said, trying not to sound too pleased or eager.

"So what do you say? Do you forgive me?" he asked. Kim sighed.

"I guess. And when did you start listening to Monica to put her lyrics in your note?" Kim asked, laughing.

"I'll have you know that I have very eclectic taste in music," he said.

"I'm sure," she replied, sarcastically.

"But, I'm about to catch up with Dan and give him my SAT study books. Talk to you later?" Nate asked.

"Yeah, I'll talk to you later," Kim replied before hanging up.

"Well back to studying," Kim said to her friends as she sat back down in her seat.

Nate walked into the coffee shop, and saw Dan's friend sitting at one of the tables.

"Hey..." he started, but trailed off.

"Vanessa. You're Nate, right?" she asked.

"Yes I am."

"Right, you played a small, but crucial role in my documentary," Vanessa said.

"Yeah, I remember you following Dan around with the camera," Nate replied.

"Hey Nate, what are you doing here?" Dan said, as he walked up to the table to greet Nate.

"Well, since I've taken every S.A.T prep course in all five boroughs, I figured you could use these," Nate said, putting the practice books on the table.

"You don't need them?" Dan asked.

"Nope. I've already taken it. My parents don't want me to go to USC, so I needed to make sure that I can get in without them. I'm done." he said.

"While we all love hearing about the struggles of the idle rich, Dan's got a fine tutor right here. I ace every practice test that I take, so we don't need your hand-me-downs," Vanessa said.

"Thanks, these look really good," Dan, cut in.

"Why do you insist on looking so desperate and needy?" Vanessa asked Dan.

"She's been like that since we were kids, venomous without provocation," Dan explained.

"It's better than being a charity case," Vanessa replied.

"She's rude too," Dan added.

"I see that," Nate replied with an intrigued look on his face.

"I gotta get going, but I hope these are useful to you," Nate said, before leaving.

Kim was sitting in her AP English class using her finger to keep her eyes open. Between classes, studying for the S. , and her position on the Student Government, she was running low on energy and patience.

"I know that all of you are a little stressed about the upcoming S. , so your new assignment I want you to come up with a body of writing that speaks to your feelings. This could be an essay, short story, song, or poem. The challenge is that you will be working in pairs, so you have to find a way to turn the feelings of two different people into one piece. I have already assigned you partners," Ms. McKay said.

Kim had to make a face. She could not understand for the life of her why this school was so damn obsessed with group work. She completely zoned out until she heard the teacher call her name.

"Kimberly, you'll be working with Blair."

Kim felt her face drop as she side eyed Blair, who didn't look too happy either. Never one to back down from a challenge, she opted not to request that her partner be changed. As the bell rang, Kim began packing up her things when Blair walked up to her.

"When do you want to meet?"

"After school in the library," Kim replied before walking off. She was not looking forward to working with Blair, but her grades came before anything and anybody, so she was never going to let a petty rivalry get in the way of what was important.

The rest of the day found Blair ignoring the people whispering about her in the hallway. She perished at the thought of people actually, dare she say, listening to Jenny Humphrey. It was almost a relief to her when the last bell rang, until she remembered that she had to meet Kim in the library. She wanted nothing more than for this day to end as she shuffled reluctantly to the library. She walked in and spotted Kim already sitting at a table looking less than pleased, but she concluded that it was just a case of resting bitch face. Blair took a seat across from Kim and looked at her. Since Blair insisted on a staring contest, Kim came to play when she looked into Blair's eyes and stared back.

"Well are you going to say something?" Blair asked.

"You came and found me sitting here. It wouldn't have killed you to say 'hello.' You already know what time it is, so don't make me come across this table for you,"

Blair rolled her eyes, "Must you be so harsh?" she asked.

"You need people to be harsh with you. I don't know what they tell you here on the Upper East Side, but you don't run shit in New York City. If you're lucky, you'll run Waldorf Designs when you're older. There are too many people here for you to feel like you have any clout outside of your social circle. You don't have to like me, but you will respect me," Kim said.

Blair smiled, "Oh Kim, don't you know it's money, power and then respect?" she asked.

Kim also smiled, "Oh Blair, I know better than anybody that it's the key to life," she responded, quoting Lil' Kim.

"You see the light," Blair countered. Kim stared in shock at Blair's ability to finish the line in the song.

"Oh ok, I see you have learned something from me," Kim said with a chuckle and a side look.

"Don't get too excited. Let's just get to work," Blair responded, trying to stifle a smile.