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“I’m　actually　deferred　from　Yale　right　now。”　Serena　sighed。　Instantly；　her　blue　eyes　seemed　clouded　by　sadness。　“It’s　sort　of　a　long　story。”

“You　should　go；”　Dan　said　seriously。　Instantly；　he　felt　like　an　idiot。　Why　was　he　telling　his　dream　girl　to　move　hours　way？

“Really？”　Serena　stared　into　her　cup　of　watery　beer。　She　had　been　thinking　a　lot　about　going　back　to　school；　recently…。　And　besides；　it　wasn’t　like　Blair　was　in　charge　of　Yale。　If　Serena　wanted　to　go　to　Yale；　she　should　go　to　Yale。　“Are　you　trying　to　get　rid　of　me？”　she　asked；　raising　a　playful　eyebrow　at　Dan；　who　instantly　reddened。

“No！”　Dan　protested。　“But　there’s　more　to　college　than　beer　pong　and　a　T…shirt。　I　think　you　might　like　it。”　Why　had　he　been　so　nervous　about　meeting　Serena？　Sure；　she　was　beautiful；　but　she　was　also　goofy　and　fun　and　smart　and　sweet。

Serena　smiled　across　the　table。　She　couldn’t　remember　the　last　time　someone　had　listened　to　her—really　listened。　“Well；　if　I　do　go　to　Yale；　I’ll　still　e　back　and　visit。　New　Haven’s　not　far　from　the　city；　you　know。”

“No；　it’s　not　far　at　all。”　Dan　smiled　back；　sloshing　his　beer　so　a　tiny　dribble　fell　onto　his　blue　Gap　sweater。　But　he　didn’t　care。　Serena　was　still　beaming　at　him；　and　in　her　deep　blue　eyes　was　the　promise　of　the　future。　“I’d　like　that；”　he　said　finally。

See　what　I　mean　about　history　ing　back　to　haunt　you？

if　you　don’t　know　who　you’re　sleeping　with；　who　does？

“Shut　up！”　Blair　screamed；　hitting　the　wall　by　her　headboard　on　her　way　from　the　minibar　toward　her　bed。　She　was　on　her　fourth　vodka　soda　refill　and　the　couple　in　the　room　next　door　seemed　to　be　on　their　fourth　round　of　noisy；　athletic　sex。　Blair　had　had　enough。　Even　if　they　were　on　their　honeymoon；　didn’t　they　get　tired？　And　hadn’t　the　Tribeca　Star　heard　of　soundproofing？

And　doesn’t　she　have　anything　better　to　do　than　sit　in　her　room　and　listen　to　them？

The　noises　in　the　next　room　subsided　slightly。　There。　That　was　better。　It　was　only　ten　o’clock；　but　Blair　was　exhausted。　For　the　past　twenty…four　hours；　she’d　been　holed　up　in　her　room。　Nothing　bad　ever　happened　in　the　hotel　room。

There’s　a　first　time　for　everything。

Besides；　what　was　the　point　of　even　trying　anymore；　Blair　thought　as　she　took　a　gulp　of　her　drink；　then　hiccupped。　She　knew　drinking　away　her　sorrows　wasn’t　exactly　ideal；　but　she　didn’t　want　to　face　her　gigantic　shitstorm　of　a　life　right　now。　Her　relationship　was　ruined。　She　hated　Serena。　Nate　was　just　a　dumb；　horny　boy；　and　the　thing　that　sucked　about　that　was　that　she’d　known　it　for　years。　And　she　had　no　idea　where　the　fuck　she’d　even　live　when　she　got　back　to　Yale。　Would　she　be　homeless？

Maybe　she　should　just　move　to　another　country　and　start　all　over　again。

She　drained　the　rest　of　her　drink　and　switched　out　the　light。　Maybe　if　she　lay　still　and　focused　on　breathing　in　and　out；　she　could　at　least　fall　asleep　for　a　few　hours。　Then　tomorrow　would　be　a　new　day。　She’d　make　herself　leave　the　hotel；　buy　a　pretty　orange　leather　Hermès　notebook；　sit　in　Amaranth；　order　a　vodka　gimlet；　and　write　a　to…do　list。　She　always　used　to　make　to…do　lists　for　class；　and　they　helped　keep　her　on　track。　Maybe　she’d　also　buy　herself　a　bag　from　Hermès；　just　as　a　congratulatory　present　for　making　it　through　what　was　probably　the　worst　winter　vacation　anyone　had　ever　had。

Just　as　she　was　falling　asleep；　she　was　aware　of　the　sound　of　the　door　clicking　open。　It　was　either　Pete　or　a　serial　killer。　And　really；　what　did　she　have　to　lose　either　way？

Blair　quickly　adjusted　the　straps　of　her　Cosabella　tank　top　and　folded　her　hands　by　her　head；　as　if　she’d　just　moved　in　her　sleep。　If　it　was　Pete；　she　wanted　him　to　see　her　sleeping　sweetly。　He’d　soften　and　profess　his　love；　thinking　that　she　couldn’t　hear。　Then；　he’d　kiss　her　awake；　like　the　prince　waking　Sleeping　Beauty；　and　they’d　live　happily　ever　after。

And　if　it’s　a　serial　killer？

Blair　felt　a　warm　hand　on　her　hip；　just　above　her　La　Perla　boy…cut　panties。　She　murmured　slightly；　nestling　into　the　warm　body　settling　in　next　to　her。　She　smelled　the　scent　of　L’Occitane　soap　and　a　little　bit　of　pot。　As　soon　as　she　inhaled；　a　tingly　feeling　shot　through　her。　It　smelled　like　Nate。　Nate　had　somehow　sensed　her　distress；　and　e　for　her。　Maybe　this　was　all　a　dream；　but　at　this　point；　she’d　take　dream　Nate。　She　squeezed　her　eyes　shut；　not　wanting　to　wake　up　and　break　the　spell。

“You’re　my　East；　my　West；　my　North；　my　South。　Blair；　you’re　my　girl；”　the　voice　said　hoarsely。

Blair　bolted　upright　and　reached　for　the　lamp。　Bright　light　filled　the　room。　There；　wearing　a　pair　of　rumpled　khakis　and　a　misbuttoned　dark　blue　Ralph　Lauren　shirt；　was　Nate。　Real　Nate。　Not　Dream　Nate。

“What　the　fuck？”　Blair’s　heart　was　hammering　in　her　chest。　She　yanked　the　duvet　cover　around　her　body　and　covered　herself。

Not　like　he　hasn’t　seen　it　all　before。

“You’re　beautiful；”　Nate　said　slowly。　His　large　green　eyes　were　hazy　and　his　hair　was　sticking　up　on　one　side。

“You’re　drunk　and　high　and　you　need　to　get　out　of　here；”　Blair　said　shortly。

“I　love　you；”　Nate　said　simply。　He　propped　his　head　up　on　his　hand　and　continued　to　gaze　at　Blair。　“I　needed　to　see　you。”

“Oh；”　Blair　considered；　still　blinking　in　the　bright　light。　What　was　she　supposed　to　say　to　that？　She　felt　like　she　was　watching　a　foreign　film　whose　subtitles　had　suddenly　stopped　running。　“How　did　you　know　I　was　here？”　she　finally　asked。　Nate　was　obviously　hammered；　but　he　looked　so　sincere　and　innocent　lying　on　his　side；　as　if　they　were　back　in　high　school。　It　made　her　want　to　punch　him；　then　hug　him；　then　push　his　hair　back　and　tell　him　everything　would　be　all　right。　She　appraised　him　again。　Maybe　after　he　took　a　shower。

The　door　clicked　open；　shedding　amber　light　from　the　hallway　onto　the　off…white　rug。