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hand out to Isabel, who reached out with both arms to give her a
drunken hug.
“Excuse me,” said Nate, bowing out right on cue.
“Blair?” Nate called, cautiously pushing open the ladies’ room door.
“Are you in there?”
Blair was crouched in the end stall. “Shit,” she said softly, wiping
her mouth with toilet paper. She stood up and flushed. “I’ll be right
out,” she said, waiting for him to leave.
But Nate pushed the ladies’ room door open all the way and
stepped inside. On a counter by the sinks were little bottles of
Evian, perfume, hairspray, Advil, and hand lotion. He unscrewed a
bottle of water and shook a couple Advil onto his palm.
Blair opened the stall door. “You’re still here,” she said.
Nate handed her the pills and the water. “I’m still here,” he
repeated.
Blair swallowed the pills, sipping the water slowly. “I’m really fine,”
she said. “You can go back to the party.”
“You look nice,” Nate said, ignoring her. He reached out and rubbed
one of Blair’s bare shoulders. Her skin felt warm and soft, and Nate
wished they could lie down on her bed and fall asleep together like
they always used to.
“Thanks,” said Blair, her lower lip beginning to tremble. “So do
you.”
“I’m sorry, Blair. I really am,” Nate began.
Blair nodded and began to cry. Nate pulled a paper towel from the
dispenser and handed it to her.
“I think the only real reason I did it . . . I mean, that I did it with
Serena . . . is because I knew she’d do it,” he said, grasping for the
right words. “But it was you I wanted all along.”
Nice one.
Blair swallowed. He’d said it just right, exactly the way she’d written
it in the script in her head. She put her arms around Nate’s neck
and let him hold her. His clothes smelled like pot.
Nate pushed her away and looked down into her eyes. “So
everything is okay now?” he said. “You still want me?”
Blair caught the reflection of the two of them together in the
bathroom mirror and gazed up into Nate’s gorgeous green eyes and
nodded yes.
“But only if you promise to stay away from Serena,” she sniffled.
Nate wound a strand of Blair’s hair around his finger and breathed
in the scent of her perfume. It felt okay, standing there, holding her.
It felt like something he could do. For now, and maybe forever. He
didn’t need Serena.