few pairs of clean boxers from his dresser； tossed them in the duffel he hadn’t bothered unpacking since the Belinda； and stalked down the hallway。
“Nate； wait！” Serena yelled； running behind him。
“Nate！” Blair called at the same time； racing after Serena。
The door slammed； leaving Blair and Serena alone。
Blair glared at Serena。 “We’re no longer friends；” she spat。 Then she turned on her heel and followed Nate down the hall and out the door to the stairs that led to the street。
“Good！” Serena retorted。 She knew she sounded like an angry four…year…old whose best friend has stolen her favorite toy。
Familiar story。
Serena collapsed on Nate’s bed and stared up at the ceiling。 The skylight window up above was covered with pure white snow。 She wanted to cry； but no tears fell。 Instead； she seethed。 Everything that had ever gone wrong in her life was Blair’s fault。
Happy fucking New Year！
II
hey people！
As we’ve all learned by now； the etymology of the word sophomore es from the Greek words sophos； meaning “wise；” and moros； meaning “foolish。” It’s a contradictory term for a contradictory year： We’ve learned that pizza and PBR don’t mix with our favorite skinny jeans； that a TA can be extremely hot if we look past his dorky collection of PBS tote bags； and that placing a kegerator in the mon area of your dorm does not constitute a design decision。 But we still have a lot to figure out。
Take； for example； N； who’s displaying a lot of sophomoric tendencies despite his official class year。 Last year； he may have toyed with the idea of attending Yale； but as a tussle between B and S became his own personal crash course in conflict； he realized that he might be better off with just boys—at least fo