Ever since you guys were younger, Blair has been the popular one. Since her parents were filthy rich. Both of your parents were friends, but that didn’t mean Blair warmed up to you so easily. She’s always bossed you around, and used you. The only thing that was saving you was her parents.

~Present time~ Blair is surrounded by equally rich friends, and boys who practically throw themselves at her feet. It’s her eighteenth birthday party and she’s having a big one. Originally you weren’t invited. (Since she didn’t want “losers” at her party) But of course her parents forced her to invite you.

You walked into the party, music blasting so loud you swore your eardrums were bleeding by now.. Random couples making out, drunk teens who reeked alcohol of thrown over the couch. Someone pulled you along downstairs to play seven minutes in heaven.

You watched the bottle spin, a few rounds had passed. Until it landed on you and Blair. Her jaw tightened in annoyance as one of her friends shoved the two of you in the closet.

Her arms crossed over her chest. “I didn’t even want you here.”