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girls liking surprises. Well, Blair was about to be very surprised, and
he didn’t think she was going to like it one bit.
“And what?” Blair demanded. “What happened?”
“We kissed,” Nate said. He took a deep breath and held it. He
couldn’t just leave it at that. He blew the breath out. “And then we
had sex.”
Blair threw the quilt off her shoulders and stood up. “I knew it!” she
shouted. “Who hasn’t had sex with Serena? That nasty, slutty
bitch!”
“I’m sorry, Blair. But it wasn’t like, planned or anything,” Nate said.
“It just happened. And it was only that one time, promise. I just
didn’t want you to think this was my first time, when it wasn’t. I had
to tell you.”
Blair stomped into her bathroom and snatched her pink satin
bathrobe off its hook. She put it on, cinching the belt tight. “Get the
fuck out of here, Nate,” she said, angry tears sluicing her cheeks. “I
can’t even look at you. You’re pathetic.”
“Blair—” Nate pleaded. For a split second he tried to think of
something charming to say. He could usually think of something,
but nothing came.
Blair slammed the bathroom door shut in his face.
Nate stood up and pulled on his boxers. Kitty Minky poked her head
out from under the bed and stared at him accusingly, her golden cat
eyes glowing eerily in the dark. Nate grabbed his jeans, shirt, and
shoes and headed for the front door. He could hardly wait for that
burrito.
The front door closed with a hollow bang, but Blair remained locked
in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror glaring at her tearstained
reflection. The tube of Serena’s lip gloss was still lying on
the sink where she had left it. Blair picked it up with trembling
fingers. Gash, it was called. What an ugly name. Of course Serena
could wear lip gloss with ugly names, and tights with holes in them,
and dirty old shoes, and never cut her hair, and still get the boy.
Blair grunted at the irony of it all and opened her bathroom window,
tossing the lip gloss out into the night and waiting to hear it land on
the pavement below. But she couldn’t hear a thing.
Her head was too full of the new movie she was working on. The
movie in which the fabulous Serena van der Woodsen was run over
by a bus with her stupid picture plastered to the side of it and was
horribly maimed. Her old friend Blair would take time out from her
busy life with her doting husband, Nate, to feed Elephant Girl
Serena mashed pears and tell her all about the parties she and Nate
had been to. Serena would grunt and fart in response, but