Author's Note/Disclaimer: I don't own the GG books nor do I own any of the characters/events that are mentioned in the books (though I do own a pair of shoes that were similar to the ones B was described wearing in the 6th. That being said- you didn't think I would leave you with just one chapter. I may be evil- but not that evil!

N is for Newbie

Blair tugged at a strand of dark hair as she stood in front of her mailbox- hands slightly shaking as she opened it. She quickly grabbed the stack of papers out of the box and pivoted on her heels- almost sprinting away from the mailbox, leaving it open. Not that she cared, she had other things to worry about. Bigger things. Things that started with a Y. She held the stack of papers to her chest until she was safely in her room, which was now half painted a sickly apricot color. Then she spread them on her bed, taking great care not to look at them. It had been a ritual of hers since the beginning of the week, when the colleges had sent out there application letters. Aaron had called her stupid for her little routine, but Blair found great comfort in it. She slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and looked down at the papers. There were catalogs for Eleanor, letters for Cyrus, mail for Aaron and….nothing else. Blair released her breath, not knowing whether to feel disappointed or relieved. Part of her just wanted to get this anxiety over with and part of her didn't want the letter from Yale to ever come.

She took the mail and dropped it on the kitchen counter before grabbing the new jacket she had bought from Sax and heading out the door- intending on buying a great pair of baby blue Manolo Blahnik shoes she had seen. Everyday she didn't get the letter; Blair went on a shopping binge. Yesterday she had hit Newman Marcus and bought nine pairs of new seven jeans. Cyrus had joked that Yale better send the letter soon- or else Blair would bankrupt them with all of her purchases. Blair stormed down the street- not looking where she was going. Which was exactly the reason why she almost ran into Alexia St. Laurent. Blair looked up startled and then faltered back a bit, seeing who it was. Alexia was the new girl, the one that had taken everybody by storm. And she looked amazing today in her tiny little Marc Jacobs dress and Gucci heels that Blair had been dying to get but couldn't ever find. Even the girl's golden red hair was perfectly in place and her wide, aqua eyes were looking at Blair in surprise.

"I'm sorry" Blair muttered, hoping to just get out of the way before she made herself look like even more of a total idiot.

"No, it's my fault- I wasn't watching were I went" Alexia said, her soft voice slight accented with a French tinge. Blair felt completely bucolic next to the classy girl. God damn her- who was she to make Blair feel like an old second-hand. Blair looked definitely into her eyes and raised her chin in the aristocratic way that she had.

"I was just going to Saks, and I was in a hurry" Blair said, her voice a bit cold. Alexia nodded back slightly, as though she had become slightly offended.

"I just came from there- they had an amazing pair of baby blue Manolo Blahniks that I had to buy." Alexia said. Blair groaned. She had been so looking forward to getting those shoes, but now she couldn't. There was no way in hell that Blair was going to get caught dead in the same pair of shoes as this little French bitch.

"I was going to go to the Prada store next door. Would you like to come with me?" Alexia asked. Most of the girls in New York would have died to get such and offer from the illustrious new girl, but Blair couldn't think of anything she would like to do less.

"Actually, you know what- I need to get home" Blair said through gritted teeth. "I am waiting for my Yale acceptance letter and I think I might get it today" she lied as she turned around and stormed away, not bothering to say goodbye. Sure people would think that Blair was being a complete bitch to Alexia, and maybe it was true. Even Blair had to admit that the girl was unnervingly charming and not at all hostile, but there was just something about her…. Not to mention that Blair didn't like the way that Nate was drooling around her like she was a pot of weed or something. She already had Serena to compete with; Blair did not need this stupid French supermodel to add to the list- though she seemed to be already taken. Probably by some insufferably stuffy Frenchman with daddy's fortune to waste. Not that Blair cared what kind of man Alexia had- as long as she stayed away from her man, Blair would be quite fine…..

So, what do you think? Not bad for my first attempt at fan fiction? Utterly horrible? Review and tell me, loves. I appreciate it!