your pov

you sat alone on the rooftop, legs dangling over the edge as tears rolled down your face. you've been a part of the upper east side since childhood, and chuck had always tried to make moves on you, serena, and blair. you always just rejected him, he wasn't bothered by it, he had a new girl in his bed every night.

tonight you had gotten drunk at a party. extremely drunk. chuck, being the thirsty, gross guy he is, tried to take advantage of you, you were able to punch him and he left.

so you called the one person you knew you could trust with this information. nate.

nate's pov

nate woke up in his bed to a harsh buzzing. he groaned, sitting up, shirtless, and figuring out the source of this buzzing.

his phone.

who the hell is calling at 2 in the morning?

he flipped open the phone and saw your contact name. {{user}}.