Tell the truth

By Latinagal

Finally, the school year has ended. No more pain, leave it behind. Blair can't take much of the drama anymore, so she decides to leave without a trace. Living a new life, she finds herself being withdrawn back to New York eight years later.

Disclaimer- Characters belong to Cecily von Ziegesar

Chapter 1

"May I present to you the class of 2006!" A loud uproar of cheers filled the stadium, leaving Blair almost deaf. She tapped her foot impatiently, telling herself all she needed is her diploma, and leave. Most of her belongings were outside in the car.

No one knew she would be leaving except her dad. She called him earlier asking to stay with him in France. Of course, he agreed but wanted to know why. Blair wouldn't say much but made him promise not to tell her mom.

Sighing, she waited for her turn. Only a few people until it's over, a few more minutes. Her flight would leave in three hour.

"Blair Waldorf," A voice boomed from the stage, snapping back. Immediately, she jumped from her seat, and walked toward the center stage. There were a few people calling out her name, while grabbing her diploma.

"Ms. Waldorf, would you please give us a speech?" Her vice principal asked quietly, handing the diploma.

Blair looked surprised, taking her diploma. "Why? Isn't there suppose to be someone else to give the final speech?"

"Yes, but the class Valedictorian couldn't show up today."

Blair bit her lip, "I'll do it but it's not going to be much."

"You have a talent for making natural speeches." Her vice principal responded, clasping her hand on Blair's shoulder. "Make me proud, and since you're the last person called, it's time to end the ceremony.

Blair stomach dropped, regretting her decision. "Give me a few seconds before making-"

"No can do Ms. Waldorf, we'll be loosing time." Her vice principal said, leaving to announce the final ceremonial blessing.

Trying not to panic, why couldn't there have been a backup? Blair slowly walked to the side of stage. "Since the Class Valedictorian, Stacy Romero, couldn't make it, we have an alternate. I would like to introduce, Ms. Blair Waldorf."

Another applaud erupted from the crowd, Blair walked toward the center podium. Standing in front of her senior class, she felt uneasy but kept her stance. Seeing familiar faces looking back, she felt calmer before speaking into the microphone.

"A year has gone by, there isn't much to say. We leave, go to colleges, expect the unexpected. If we look back, High School seems like a movie, always moving back and forward, except there isn't Johnny Depp or Aubrey Hepburn to star. This is your life and you're the star of the film.

"So, even if the movie has ended, let it continue, like sequels, part one two three four. College is just the beginning of a new journey that we all have to endure. Why even cry? Sap up, and accept that we are growing. If we leave friends, fine, we could still have contact. It's no the end of the world. Look around; we only been in this class for four years. What is there to loose? People or friendship? Where will that take us in the real world?

"How many times have we been back stabbed by our best friends and never give a damn about it? We always think, they'll learn, but it happens again. Literally, just fuck off, we all have our separate lives now and have our own road to follow. Do me a favor; make sure that you college year is nothing like High School." Blair huffed before continuing, feeling as though she were on the roll.

"High School is nothing but drama. I mostly hear everyday, 'Omigod Becky, I can't believe you slept with my boyfriend.' Gossip roles around High School like crack, which ruins our lives, betray our trust in others. Grow up people, don't live in gossip. Believe me, I should know. So if you all want to be little gossipers and hide behind the real truth in life, all I have to say is get a life."

Throwing her head back, she heard a loud applause, leaving people shocked from her words. She smiled, people called out her name throughout the stadium. Her mind felt clear, body relaxed, speaking her final words to this school.

From the podium, she could see her old friends and best friend speechless. Taking off her cap, she spoke again. "This is it everyone, have a nice life and don't even bother looking at the past and cry about it but laugh at the memories. Be happy that were finally out of this hell hole!"

Throwing her white cap in the air, she saw other of her classmate's repeat the same action.

Finally, Blair thought before leaving the stadium. Goodbye New York, and hello France. She didn't bother going back to her seat, walking through the field. Pulling off her white gown, she let her graduation dress drop.

A strapless white short dress up to her knees, chopped in layers in the bottom, shown throughout the crowd. Throwing her hair back, she let it tangle with the were whistling at her as she left the stadium to the parking lot.

Rushing to her car, she pulled the trunk open. Starting to sort things out, putting her diploma inside a suitcase.

"Blair!" A voice called behind her, when she closed her trunk. Turning around, she saw her bestfriend, ex-lover, Nate.

His golden was mess, as he ran to her. Taking a few gasp of air, he hunched over, looking at her wearily. He knew, in the depth of his eyes, something was wrong.

Leaning against the car, "What do you want?"

"Where are you going?" Nate asked quickly, gazing at her car.

"Somewhere." Blair slipped bitterly, crossing her arms.

Nate's stood straight, as his green eyes caught her blue ones. "Whe-where? Why?"

She rolled her eyes, "And you concern is?"

"Please Blair, I care about you." Nate replied, leaning over to grab her hand.

She drew back, "That's nice, anything else I should know?"

He hesitated for a moment, closing his eyes. "I guess there isn't much to say." Opening his eyes, a single tear fell. "It's because of us, me and Serena?"

Yes, but they both knew, end of discussion.

Blair gave him an icy stare but inside, she felt regretful and torn. She would do anything to throw her arms around Nate, telling him it was a mistake, forgiving him because of his idiocy. Holding herself together, she had to stay strong, for her own sake. "You know the answer Nate."

"Don't you understand Blair, if you leave, I wouldn't be-" Nate struggled to find words. "I love you Blair."

He took a step closer, pushing his body against hers. He leaned in for a kiss but Blair moved her head, brushing her cheek instead. "Get away from me, your telling lies. You don't know what love is." Pushing him off, anger rose. "If you love me, then why did you cheat on me so many times?"

Nate balanced himself, trying to figure an answer.

"Keeping lying to yourself, I'm through with your bullshit." Blair hissed, pointing her finger to his chest. "Try finding me, and you will regret it."

"I'm sorry Blair," Nate whispered, his eyes filling with tears.

Blair looked away from him, feeling her heart rip. "Keep your apologies, some people will never learn their mistakes."

Turning her heels, she felt Nate grab her arm, as he embraced her. "Blair, please I'm begging you. Don't leave."

"Stop it Nate," Blair whispered, closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his arms one last time. Regaining herself, she pulled herself away and slapped him across the face. "This one is for the pain you made me go through." Then stomped on his foot. "That one is something to remember me by. I'm sick of you Nate, and everyone else in this fucking city."

Nate dropped to the floor cursing, grabbing his foot. On his soft white cheek, she saw the imprint of her hand. She held herself from crying. "Have a nice life with Serena because this is the last time you'll see me."

Turning around, Blair flipped her hair. Her blue eyes started to sting with tears. She felt part of her been taken away, but it was her final decision. Finding the strength in her legs, she walked away to the drives seat. She heard Nate's protest but didn't stop. Getting inside the car quickly, she turned on the ignition and drove away from her problems, leaving all of them behind.