Good Girl Goes Bad

The Fight

Blaire stood in complete shock as Dillon said something about checking the caller id. Of course she would get this call at a party. Even sober she would have a hard time sorting through everything running through her mind at the moment. With all of the alcohol she had consumed, every thought she had was lost an instant later. She kept thinking of rumors, of the time it had taken for him to call her, and of how she had been dancing with Jake just a few seconds ago. She couldn't keep track of any of it.

"Blaire? You still there?" she heard Dillon ask.

"Yeah, I'm here. Why did it take you this long to call?" she replied, tried to get her thoughts together.

"I'm not telling you anything over the phone. Where are you?" Dillon asked.

"I'm not sure. Some guy's house. Jackson? Jason?" For some reason, nothing was coming to mind. Drunk or not, she should be able to remember this.

"Oh no. Please say you aren't at Jake's," Dillon growled.

"Jake's! That's it," she exclaimed. She heard a sigh on the other end of the phone. Was that not the right answer? She was so confused.

"Blaire, don't leave there. I'm coming to get you."

"So you're coming to the party?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing. See you soon," Dillon said before hanging up. Blare squealed and looked around for Callie, finally finding her dancing between two guys in the middle of the floor.

"Callie! Come here," Blaire yelled over the music. Callie followed her instantly, leaving the two guys standing there, confused. When they walked into a quiet room, Blaire turned to her best friend.

"Dillon's coming!" Callie's jaw dropped.

"You talked to him?" she screeched.

"Yeah! He just called me and asked where I was and then he said he's coming!"

"Who's coming?" Blaire giggled as someone Jake wrapped his arms around her waist. The backwards hug was a little intimate, but she felt bad pulling away.

"Dillon," she squealed, feeling Jake jerk away instantly.

"Isn't he in jail?" Jake inquired.

"Obviously not anymore! He just called me," Blaire stated. Jake muttered something and rubbed his temples, going from happy and tipsy to pissed and serious almost instantly.

"Blaire, it's in everyone's best interest for you to call him back and tell him not to come. And I still think you should seriously consider dumping him before things go wrong," Jake muttered.

"Listen, I'm sorry my boyfriend isn't perfect, but I haven't seen him in days. I'm not telling him to stay away. And I'm not going to break up with him until he gives me a good reason to," Blaire hissed back.

"Getting arrested isn't a reason?"

"No! I don't even know the story!"

"He isn't welcome here, Blaire. End of the story," Jake growled.

"Great. I think it's better for me to wait outside anyways," Blaire retorted instantly, fire flashing in her eyes.

"Blaire, your phone's going off," Callie suddenly called. Blaire fished it out of her pocket and pressed answer, to pissed to bother looking at the caller id.

"What?"

"What happened?" At the sound of Dillon's voice, Blaire's tone got much softer.

"Nothing," she said.