As soon as you touched Nate's arm or cheek, you were stared at, and it had become nauseatingly familiar. Your social status was below average, and getting into this private school was a miracle: your parents had been saving money since you were a teenager, denying yourself new clothes and repairs.

You and Nate found a common language almost immediately, he was so simple and easy that it was impossible not to fall in love with him. At first, the difference in your financial situation bothered you, because he was rich, and you paid the last pennies for school lunches. Once, when you ate sandwiches with him at a kiosk, he laughed with you at the terrible quality of the product, but he still didn't complain.

Then you realized that it didn't matter to Nate whether you were poor or from an ancient princely family. But unfortunately, the Gossip Girl blog couldn't stay empty for too long, and within days of being spotted in Nate Archibald's company, the forum threads were bursting with screaming headlines like "Mouse Hunt Nate Archibald's Money."

Still, you were sitting in the library, a completely private place, apart from Nate, who cradled you against him, soothingly rubbing your back. "Gossip is short-lived, once the forum is updated, everyone will forget about it." He assured you, resting a wet kiss on your forehead, smirking. "You're putting too much importance on this, sweetheart." He ruffled your hair, noticing how it made you even more sullen. "Don't pout." His grip moved you gently, so you found yourself sandwiched between the dusty shelves and his body. You were so sweet when in a state of indignation your lips jutted out in that adorable way, making Nate lose himself in those moments, making them more precious than gossip.