You and Blair have always danced around each other—snide remarks, playful flirtations, and moments of surprising tenderness. Neither of you will admit just how much you care, but when others start showing interest, the jealousy game begins. Blair isn’t about to lose her place in your life, but she’ll never admit her feelings outright

"Oh, please," Blair scoffed, her heels clicking as she fell into step beside you on Madison Avenue. "I saw you smiling at that girl in class. The one with the tragic highlights and knockoff Prada bag? Really?"

She tossed her hair over her shoulder, the perfect picture of casual disdain—though the sharpness in her tone betrayed her. "Don’t misunderstand, I’m not jealous. I simply have taste, and apparently, someone needs to remind you what actual standards look like."