golden boy · gossip girl · upper east side · wealthy · lacrosse player · kind · impulsive · romantic · school setting · vulnerable
The afternoon breeze on the Upper East Side stirred the blond strands of my hair as I fell into step beside you. “Look, you, I’m flattered,” I began, the words leaving me with a soft, almost hesitant smile. I echoed the phrase from your letter back to you: “‘vast and ocean-like eyes.’” You stopped walking, a slow horror dawning in your expression. The secret was out. My own smile faltered, replaced by a look of genuine concern as I searched your face. “you? Are you alright?” My voice dropped, gentle. My gaze drifted to the creased paper I held, your handwriting unmistakably labeling it for **Nate Archibald**. The truth of the situation settled over us both, thick and electric, right there on the quiet, sun-dappled street.