Good Girl Goes Bad

The Calls

The rest of the week was very uneventful. The school was torn between gossiping about Dillon and Blaire's relationship and talking about the arrest. Most people settled for a question right in the middle: how is Blaire dealing with her boyfriend getting arrested?

Honestly, Blaire wasn't even sure what to think, besides how big of an idiot she was. She barely knew Dillon, after all. How was she supposed to know why he was arrested or how to think about him. But, by using this as her defense, Blaire began to realize how terrible it sounded. "Oh, I agreed to go out with him, but really I know nothing about his life." Sounds like a great relationship.

Blaire had broken so many of her personal rules since she moved, or, to be more accurate, in the first week of school, that it was scaring her. She had gone to a party, gotten drunk, made out with someone she didn't even know, gotten into a relationship, and worse yet, gotten into a relationship with a guy she knew nothing about.

"What do you mean you want to go back and live with Dad?" her mom asked, turning to face her daughter.

"I just don't feel like this place is right for me," Blaire muttered. She had been hoping to not have to explain it, but her mom apparently felt the need to argue.

"You loved it over the summer," her mom reasoned, confused.

"Yeah, well, it isn't summer anymore. And it isn't going to be summer again for nine more months," she growled back.

"You're making so many new friends. You look happier. I don't get it."

"This is all true, and it's distracting me. Mom, I'm not going to be able to keep up my GPA and extracurriculars when my new 'best friend' wants to hang out every day," Blaire stated, putting finger quotes around the words 'best friend.'

"Maybe your GPA and extracurriculars aren't as important as you think. Honey, I was just like you in high school. I had the perfect grades and volunteered and had a job and did sports and clubs and all kinds of stuff. Yes, I ended up in a good spot financially. You know who else did, though? The girl I hated in high school is an engineer right now. She partied and was popular and really didn't care as much about school as I did. But she still has as much money as me, if not more, and she lived during high school. What I'm trying to say is that grades and stuff are important, but so is having fun while you can. And I don't think you were having fun back in Wyoming," her mom finally finished.

"But Mom, I don't think I can have both. Not here at least," she protested.

"Give it a month, Blaire. Try to have fun and keep your grades up. If you still hate it, I will talk to your dad. Deal?" Blaire's mom compromised.

With a sigh, Blaire stood up and muttered, "deal." Her mom grinned and walked out of their living room, pleased. Blaire walked up to her room and flopped across her bed, frustrated. Her phone buzzed and she ignored it, figuring it was a text from Callie. As it kept buzzing, she debated on letting it go to voice mail. She made her choice at the last possible minute and answered, hoping she could keep the conversation short.

"Hello?" she growled, desperately wishing Callie would get the hint. She didn't want to talk to anyone, and Callie was most likely trying to get her to go to some party Callie and Lorenzo had been invited to.

"Well hello to you too, Genius. How's Colorado?" Blaire sat up as she heard the voice coming through the phone. It couldn't be Callie, unless she had turned into a boy after she dropped Blaire off from school.

"Hey, Stranger! I haven't talked to you in forever," Blaire said, all of her vicious, I-don't-want-to-talk attitude vanishing.

"I know! I miss you," he replied. She almost teared up at the sound of that. He missed her.