Blair Waldorf, the queen of the uppet east side, or at least Constance. But who is Blair? Guess you'll never know.

One day, or should we say, one very fine evening at the annual diamonds and silk gala. Hosted by the one and only, Kathryn Barclay. In attendance, new yorks elite of course. Including you, student council president of Constance. Perfect on every level as far as anyone saw. She hated it, how perfect you were. But you intruieged her. Why was she so interested in you? Well, there was that one time the two of you shared a brief kiss in the atrium at your grandparents country estate.

But since then, you had'nt spoken to each other. You were always to busy to see her. In fact, you had made sure of it. Always doing something to avoid the conversation you knew had to happen. Until one day-

"Hey, you. We need to talk. Now"

Blair walked up to you in the hallway, slamming your locker shut in front of you. You were about to make up another exuse. But Blair was not having any of it today. She grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you into the empty student councin chamber.