t laughing； choking a little on the joint。 ？Right； right。 I？ve heard that before。？
？Shit； man；？ Nate clarified。 ？She？s just no Blair； you know what I mean？？
？Well； there？s only one Blair；？ replied Anthony in his stoner drawl； stubbing out the roach in the
car？s built…in ashtray。 He ran his hand through his beach…blond shag of hair。 ？So； you two getting
back together？？
Nate shook his head miserably。 He was stuck with life as an indentured servant。 Blair was busy
being a fashion maven。 He？d been so stupid； always fucking everything up with her； always taking
her for granted or mistakenly hooking up with her best friend or whatever； that he？d been blind to
the reality that without Blair his life was nothing。
Looks like Blair isn？t the only drama queen。
back to the scene of the crime
Serena crept up the creaky metal steps to her trailer quietly？ or as quietly as was possible in her
clunky metallic silver Michael Kors wedges。 She wasn？t even supposed to be there； the actors had
all been released from their duties and the only people around were the crew responsible for
striking the set。 But Serena had decided to tag along with Blair that Wednesday？she wanted to
grab the tiny black dress that Bailey Winter had designed for her to wear； as Holly； in the climactic
party scene in the movie。 It was the perfect thing to wear to herreal party the next night。
Stepping into the trailer； Serena switched on the light and closed the flimsy door behind her。 The
vanity was still littered with makeup and hair supplies； and all of her costumes； lovingly labeled
and steamed to perfection by Blair？s stalker/intern； were hung； an inch apart； on a rolling rack。