if she knew some sort of secret language only they could understand。 Blair laughed bitterly。 Why did Serena have to pop up in all her memories？
Maybe because she was there？
“We were all friends； and then in tenth grade； Nate and I started dating。 And then that summer； when I was in Scotland for a wedding； Nate and Serena slept together； and I didn’t find out until senior year。” A fresh sob escaped Blair’s throat。 She suddenly recalled how she’d first found out。 It was when she and Nate were just about to sleep together for the first time。
“Do you still have feelings for him？” Pete asked。 Blair cleared her throat a little haughtily。 What was with the third degree？ His ex…girlfriend； an anthropology bitch named Lindsey； glared at Blair whenever they crossed paths on campus and Blair never plained。
Blair stood up and wavered over to the minibar。 She was determined not to let the image of Serena and Nate fuck up her night。 And what better way than to have another drink？
“Are you still in love with him？” Pete pressed； trailing behind her。
Blair whirled around； a mini bottle of vodka in her hand。 Why couldn’t he just let it go？ “No；” she said flatly。 She wasn’t in love with Nate。 She’d moved on。 She had Pete now。 Duh。
“Okay；” Pete said slowly。 His blue eyes still looked slightly wary； but he wearily ran a hand through his thick blond hair。
“I’m in love with you；” Blair clarified。 It was true。 But she was surrounded by all these feelings from her high school past and it was hard to let them go just like that。
“I just need you to be honest with me…。” Pete pushed away the tumbler of vodka impatiently。 “Just tell me that nothing has happened between you since high school。”
Blair looked at her reflection in the