r chest and glared at Blair。 If Blair wanted a fight； fine； she’d give it to her。 She wasn’t going to let Blair get away with stealing Nate。
Again。
“I said；” Serena repeated coolly； making sure to enunciate each word； “What。 Does。 Your。 Boyfriend。 Think。 About。 That？”
“Boyfriend？” Nate asked moronically； looking between the two girls as if he were watching a tennis match。 Blair had a boyfriend？
“I don’t have a boyfriend。 How would Serena know； anyway？” Blair challenged。
“I don’t know； because you wouldn’t stop talking about him the other day？ You know； after you spent Christmas with him and all？” Serena said sarcastically。
Nate glanced between the two of them in disbelief。 Out on the ocean with Chips； they could always tell a storm was ing by the change in the air。 It was the same with Serena and Blair。 He could feel a change in the room； as if a palpable electric charge was emanating from the girls’ skin。
“Serena； just get your own fucking life；” Blair snapped。 “You know nothing about me。” Her white Egyptian cotton towel was askew； and blotches of pink appeared on her pale neck。 She looked like she was ready to claw Serena’s eyes out。
Uh…oh。
“Oh； please。 You think you can just have whatever you want； whenever you want。” Serena’s voice had taken on a slightly hysterical edge。
Instead of speaking； Blair hurled a Mason Pearson hairbrush at Serena。 Because Blair had terrible aim； she missed； creating a dent in the wall。 The brush clattered onto Nate’s dresser and hit one of the sailboat models； splintering it into pieces。
“I can’t do this；” Nate yelled； surprising himself。 His voice echoed in his head。 “You two always fight。 I never should have e back。 I’m leaving。 Don’t look for me。” He grabbed a