miled back at Jason before surveying the room。 She was slow dancing with him
even though everyone else was jumping and spinning to the upbeat Madonna the DJ had just put
on。 Blair pulled Jason？s warm body even closer； despite the fact that it was basically a hundred
and ten degrees inside the overcrowded apartment。 And then； out of the corner of her eye； she saw
Sir Stoner himself。 Fucking fuck。 Even now； she could still count on Nate to ruin a perfect
moment。
Nate Archibald was hand in hand with someone Blair definitely did not recognize； and not one of
those slutty； Marniclad L？？cole girls； either。 This girl was definitelynot wearing Marni but
rather 。 。 。 Target。
Everything about this girl was exaggerated？her tan； her boobs； her lips； her makeup。 It all looked
fake。 Worse than her overteased hair and ridiculous orange…bronzed skin was her outfit： she was
wearing peach…colored capri pants and a sequin…encrusted tank top and had accessorized her party
ensemble with dirty espadrilles and a bought…on…a…street…corner fake peach satin Prada backpack。
She looked like nothing Blair had ever seen。 She was a disaster。 Blair glanced at Bailey Winter
standing on the other side of the room。 She？d have paid money to hear what he was whispering to
Graham Oliver just then。
？Something wrong？？ asked Jason； nuzzling at her neck。
？I？m sorry；？ she muttered pulling out of his embrace。 ？I just need a minute。？
It takes more than a minute to get over seeing your first love with someone else； though。
what up； roomie？
？Are you okay？？ Vanessa asked； because Dan had been quiet too long and was starting to creep
her out。 ？Let？s sit。？ She gestured towar