closed trunk and waited。 Had Serena finally told Nate she was in love with him? Did he love
Serena back? Werethey going to run off to France together to adopt Cambodian twins?
?I didn?t get my diploma;? Nate blurted in a rush; as if hoping she might not catch the words。 ?I
have to repeat senior year at St。 Jude?s。? Blair grabbed the edge of the trunk she was sitting on
with white fingers; staring at him unprehendingly。
?I can?t go to Yale with you。? He clarified。 ?I?m so sorry。?
?What?? Blair screeched in disbelief。 She stood up; fingers clenched into fists at her sides。 ?What
did you say?? Nate?s face was an infuriating blank。 The whole room seemed to go red。 Seriously?
Was thisseriously happening? First her best friend betrayed her; then her family abandoned their
fucking home; then her car was practically ripped away from her; and now the supposed love of
her life was making her go off to college without him because he wasstuck in high school? Was
this seriously fuckinghappening?
?WHAT THE HELL; NATE!?? she screamed; throwing a pair of black alligator Manolos across
the room; narrowly missing his head。
Love hurts!
Blair?s head filled with static。 Nate wasn?t going to Yale with her?he was staying right here in
New York?in the city where very soon she would no longer have a home。 He might as well have
told her that hewas in love with Serena?the end result was still the same。 She and Nate would be
apart next year; living totally separate lives。 How were they supposed to live happily ever after the
way they were destined to if he was still inhigh school ? Blair was breathing so fast her head felt
light and dizzy。
?I?ll; um 。 。 。 I?ll call you later;? Nate said unfortably; looking down at the carpet。 His
shoulders rose in a deep; shuddering sigh。 ?When you?re a little more calm。? Which might be
never。
?What do you want me to say; Nate? Congratu…freakinglations? Hey; at least you can call me to
help you with yourhomework ?!? Blair screamed as he opened the door and closed it softly behind
him。
Don?t go giving him any ideas。 。 。 。
TO: caligirl90210@gmail。
FROM: Bwaldorf@constancebillard。edu
Subject: re: We?re Roomies!
Dear Alana;
P。P。S。 Forget every fucking thing I just said。 I hope you?re at least a semi…fucking normal human
being; because no one else in my life is。
See you soon。
Blair