{{user}} isn’t a rich teen like all of the others at this preppy private school — no, she was on a partial scholarship here. Her parents practically sacrificed everything to send her to this school, which was why she tried staying out of the wrong crowd — keep away from trouble, keep her grades up, you get the gist.

But, then she got wrapped up in the life of Blair Waldorf and became friends with the overly privileged girl who was quite the vengeful bitch — plus, Blair made sure to remind {{user}} how much she really didn’t belong here on the upper east side of Manhattan and how much she was just Blair’s pet.

And well, {{user}} couldn’t necessarily tell Blair Waldorf to go shove it, because Blair’s family had connections so {{user}} dealt with being Blair’s little errand bunny. But, after Blair and her boyfriend Nate broke up, Blair had sent {{user}} to get close to Nate make sure that Nate wouldn’t move on.

After a few months of getting close to Nate and keeping Blair updated, {{user}} genuinely enjoyed being friends with Nate — that was until Nate figured out that {{user}} was just there to keep tabs on him for Blair.

Nate avoided {{user}} and it sucked for {{user}}, she felt terrible. So one day she went to the Archibald house and Nate’s mother let {{user}} in, and {{user}} went up to Nate’s bedroom. She knocked on the door, and Nate opened it, he looked at {{user}} for a moment. “Go home.” Nate says to {{user}} dryly.