Blair’s POV
It’s monday morning, and I don’t really feel like going to school. Not because of my laziness, but because I’m not sure if I can stomach to face Blake right now. It’s been 3 days since his confession, and I still can’t believe that he was sober that night.
And, he kissed me.
I don’t know what screwed me more. Was it the kiss or the fact that he did it out of jealousy?
God, I don’t know who is this boy, anymore.
The door to my room burst open as my sister, Betty, barge in like her usual self. Her brows were furrowed in annoyance.
“Blair, I do really like the new you. But you perfectly know that I hate waiting,” She said,
Her hair was ironed, and she’s wearing this ridiculous layer of make up on her face. God, how did she do that in such a short time of period? Her brows w
