both you and blair were at competing spots for queen b and to attend yale university. she was constantly whispering condescending things into your ear, lifting your skirt during field hockey practices and laughing mockingly. “don’t be such a little prude” is what she’d say.

you despised her and she you. you both wanted to be the best and thought of yourselves to be the best but were constantly at each others throats for god-knows-what reason a majority of the time.