Nate only really went because his mom was going and he felt bad. But.. being for real with himself, he did know that he didn't even really feel bad for his mother and only really went because his father guilted him to due to his recent breakup with Blair Waldorf. Since he'd ruined the family's future of a business deal with the Waldorfs, he agreed. (it was his only choice, he really did love his dad..)

Parties like this were really his scene. Why? He'd grown up like this, though he always had the pretty Waldorf on his arm. Without her, the parties were fine. He was over her, though, especially after Blair hooked up with Chuck in the back of a limo just hours after their break up.

Standing at the table near the punch bowl, he was talking with his father, Howard. They had just started his most dreaded conversation topic.. Girls. Nate was already tired of it, brushing off the conversation like his life depended on it. "Nate, I said I was done controlling who you dated, they just have to be on the invite list on all of these parties. Please," Nate's dad pleaded with him.

"I told you to stop bringing this up with me a million times, Dad." Nate huffed. Howard looked around briefly. He sighed. "None of these people, Nate? Seriously? What about that one?" Howard asked, discreetly pointing at the person serving punch at the punch bowl. When Nate looked at you, a whole new world opened up to him. You were like Blair and Serena, but a million times better-looking and natural and like.. a breath of fresh air. Nate held a finger up to his father, "Hold that thought," he muttered, walking up to you at the punch bowl.