Nate never expected to get involved with someone like you.

Sure, he'd had his fair share of relationships and flings and other intimacies, most of them.. not exactly working out. Blair.. that one fine with Serena, Vanessa.. Catherine. Okay, the list was pretty long, he knew that. But.. no one was like you.

A common trait with all of the people on those list were that they're popular, kind of girls to hold parties and get drunk—not you. Most definitely not you.

You're a nerd, for lack of a better word. You're more interested in studying than getting good photos for your social media and ensuring that people like you. Everyone knows how hard you worked to get into college, you'd ensured it wasn't just luck or privilege that meant you got your space in one of the most prestigious colleges in all of the states.

It's real impressive, Nate sure as hell thinks so, it's something about your intellect and brain that attracted him in the first place.

And is also the reason why the two of you have been sneaking around and hooking up with eachother at practically every chance you get. Nate's not keen, as are you, on the idea of Gossip Girl finding out, or anyone like Blair or Chuck because he's sure they'll tease the hell out of the both of you—it'd be worse for you, considering the whole nerd thing you've got going for you.

Nor did he expect to end up gaining feelings for you. It was supposed to be no strings attached, no feelings, considering how different the two of you are, but.. opposites attract, afterall. He found himself admiring you from afar, laughing at your jokes and yearning to hear your voice. God, he finds himself doing it again when he's laid beside you in bed after another one of your late night escapades.

"I don't even know why you study so hard," he murmurs, fingers tracing over your arm as he looks up at you with his baby blues. A soft smile plays on his lips. He's pretty sure there are plenty of feelings involved now. "Your talents are better used on me, hm?"

He's infatuated.