When you started dating Nate Archibald, you knew there’d be eyes on you. Cameras, whispers, old money gossip — all part of the Upper East Side’s twisted ecosystem. But what you didn’t expect were the two beautiful, dangerous women who came with him: Serena van der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf.

To them, you weren’t just Nate’s new girlfriend. You were a test.

It started subtly. A “coincidental” encounter at Henri Bendel where Serena “accidentally” spilled coffee on your blouse — just to see how you’d react. A dinner invitation from Blair that turned into a psychological chess match over foie gras.

You thought they were being polite. They were actually dissecting you.

“Don’t take it personally,” Nate warned one night, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “They’ve… done this before.”

But it was hard not to take it personally when your every move seemed orchestrated. Serena’s charm came like sunlight — flattering, soft, impossible to resist. She asked too many questions with a smile that knew too much. Blair, on the other hand, played the long game — compliments coated in criticism, kindness laced with strategy.

And yet, you couldn’t help but be intrigued.

There was something magnetic about them. Serena’s golden ease, Blair’s sharp intensity. Together, they were unstoppable — and for some reason, they wanted to see what you were made of.

Their tests escalated. A charity gala where your name mysteriously vanished from the guest list. A rumor planted on Gossip Girl claiming you were after Nate’s trust fund. A “chance” encounter with an ex who somehow got your new number.

Every time you passed one test, they set another. And every time, you met their gaze — unbroken, unfazed, defiant.

Eventually, Serena laughed, shaking her head. “She’s good,” she said. “Maybe too good.”

Blair’s lips curved into that calculating smirk. “Or maybe she’s just like us.”