Nate sat with Katrina and her grandmother in the kitchen eating pork chops leftover from the night before. This wasn't the kind of food that would be his last meal, but he had to admit that they were delicious. He was making small talk with her grandmother while she ate in silence. He hoped showing her that video was the right thing to do. He hated to see her hurt and it killed him knowing that he was part of it. He should've known that Jason would have had something to do with it. He had hated Chuck for so long and Nate was hated as well just for associating with him. Chuck was his best friend, but he wished he didn't inherit his enemies.

"So, Nate, where are you staying?" Lucille asked.

"Uh…I'm not sure at the moment. I was hoping to find a hotel."

"Oh, you ain't gonna have much luck there. Hotels are usually booked up this time of year. What with family reunions going on and all. In fact, we got a lot of people in hotels for our cookout. Well, Nate, how long are you staying in Georgia?" she asked and Katrina gave her a look. "What?"

"I know you not about to ask what I think you're going to ask…"

"Yes, I am. Nate, would you like to stay here until you leave?"

"That's very kind of you, but I couldn't. I don't want to feel like an intruder. I think I will take a chance on finding a hotel. But, thanks for your offer."

"Oh come on, now. I think you refusing my invitation is ruder than staying here. Plus, I think it would be nice for Katrina to have some old friends from school since her parents just sent her down here. Must miss you guys like crazy." Lucille said not seeing Nate's look at Katrina. She must have not told her grandmother the real reason she was in Georgia.

"Okay, I think I will stay here. Thank you so much."

"Well, now that it's settled…Katrina will prepare your room. Baby, fix up the guest room while I clear the table. Please excuse us, I would have had the room fixed up if I had known you didn't have a place to stay."

"It's okay and, again, thank you."

"You're welcome." Lucille said as she ran the dishwater and Katrina looked at her grandmother as if she was the most evil woman in the world.

"Follow me, Nate." she said reluctantly and he followed her. Once they were in the room, she closed the door and turned to him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she whispered to him a little harshly.

"What? She offered. She's a very lovely lady."

"You came down here without finding a hotel…really? I think you planned this."

"Okay…I kind of planned this. Sort of. I wasn't expecting your grandmother to be so nice, but I guess it's true what they say about Southern hospitality." he said with a smile. That same smile that drove her crazy…it was almost boyish, but still sexy.

"Oh, I should just tell her now that you took advantage of her. So, where are your bags Mr. Smarty-pants?" she said as she made the bed taking the old sheets off the bed and put new ones on and Nate gave her a weird look. "What?"

"When did you learn to do that? Making a bed. You make a bed like my housekeeper." he said feeling fascinated by her doing something so simple as making a bed. He was watching her and noticed her brown skin glowing in the sun-lit room. Her hair was just as he remembered it when she left…down her back in soft curls.

"Well, believe it or not, my mother. She made me make my bed and do chores when my dad wasn't home. He's the one that wanted the maid. 'Donna, we will not have our daughter learning skills like she's a housekeeper. Slavery days are over.'" she said mocking her father. "I swear he overreacts sometimes."

"But, every time I came over I always saw a maid. What about her?"

"My mom told her she didn't have to do anything, but teach me how to clean and we paid her anyway. My grandmother wasn't lying when she said she taught my mother a lot of things, and I'm glad she gave her some values that's made her humble. I've done my own chores for a while. Just don't tell my dad that, he still doesn't know about that."

"Yeah, your grandmother is an amazing woman. Is that why you haven't told her the real reason you're down here?"

"Why did you have to bring that shit up?"

"I'm just saying that you should probably tell her."

"What is this? Put Katrina on trial day? Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that when you were having an affair with a married, older woman that paid you for sex? You helped your dad escape out of the country when he was a wanted man."

"Okay, I get it."

"You better get it. You hurt Vanessa for that ancient woman…"

"Wait, why do you care about Vanessa? I thought you didn't like her."

"Well, I didn't, but I liked her better than Blair or Serena. By the way, going back to Blair after she broke up with your best friend was a fucked up move."

"Well, thankfully, that didn't last long…"

"Why, she wanted her darling jerk Chuck back or did you get bored with her because she was too young for you?" Katrina joked, but Nate wasn't laughing.

"No, I left her because I wanted you…" he said looking sternly at her as he walked closer to her. He held her face in his hands and leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped him.

"Nate, what are you doing?"

"I'm giving you what you and I both want. Serena told me why you two weren't friends. It's because of me. Both of you love me."

"I don't love you, and get your fucking hands off of me. You really have some big ego if you believe that…" she said but was interrupted by Nate kissing her. She didn't want to admit it, but he could kiss and she did want him. In between his relationship with Vanessa and Blair, before the incident, she and him were flirting a bit, but it never went far. After that night at Blair's party, all hope of them getting together was lost and destroyed when that video came out. Suddenly, she felt like slapping herself for allowing her mind to ruin a perfectly good moment by thinking of the betrayal she felt by Nate. So, instead of slapping herself, she pulled away from the kiss and slapped him.

"What was that for?!" he said as he rubbed the burning spot on his cheek.

"You think you can just come here and play hero after what you did? You showed me the real video and exposed Jason Crowell's fucked up plan…so what? That still doesn't change the fact that you didn't have my back when I thought I could count on you. I've known you longer than Chuck or Serena or Blair and her stupid little clique. It shouldn't have mattered what my reputation was, I really thought I was raped. Hope you enjoy the room…asshole." she said as she stormed out of the room leaving him there confused and angry. She was really starting to irritate him with this whole not forgiving him thing.