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Part 2 of the story! Sorry for the late update! I will try to be more consistent if you guys even like it lmao 😭

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Jealousy was an understatement. What Blair Waldorf felt was something far more potent, more visceral. The sight of Ms. Thompson practically gushing over some scholarship nobody, offering her a coveted spot on her lacrosse team—the best in New York—made Blair see red.

Who was this girl? And why did she, of all people, deserve a place over a Waldorf?

With a sharp pivot on her heel, Blair stormed off, her small entourage scrambling to keep up.

“I cannot believe this.” Her voice cut through the air as they stepped into the bathroom.

Her usual poise cracked, soft features twisting into something far less delicate. Pure malice.

If there was one thing she despised more than scholarship students, it was the ones talented enough to matter.

“Who even is she?” Blair demanded, turning on her friends. They, of course, had no idea what—or who—she was talking about.

Penelope, ever the cautious one, spoke up hesitantly. “Blair? Sorry—uh, who exactly are we mad at?”

“That girl!” Blair snapped, exasperation dripping from every syllable. “That pathetic little scholarship case who thinks she can waltz in and steal my spot on the team.”

She scoffed, pacing in front of the mirror, fury coiling tighter inside her. “The team is fine—we don’t need some charity case ruining our dynamic.”

The others exchanged uneasy glances, but when Blair was in a mood like this, there was no stopping her.

“Do we have anything on her?” she demanded, eyes flashing. “Rumors? Dirt? Blackmail?”

Immediately, her so-called friends scrambled for their phones, fingers flying in desperate search of anything usable. But after a few tense moments, the only thing they found was… nothing.

It was like the girl didn’t exist.

Penelope was the first to break the silence. “Gossip Girl has nothing. I doubt she even has a phone.”

Kati nodded in agreement. “No photos, no tagged posts, no whispers. It’s like she came out of nowhere.”

Blair scoffed. “When did you all become so useless?”

She turned toward the mirror, smoothing an errant strand of hair as she forced her expression into something calmer. More collected. But the rage still simmered beneath the surface.

Penelope hesitated before speaking again. “Well… maybe it’s a good thing if she gets on the team.”

Blair’s head snapped around, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Are you stupid?” Her words were knives—sharp and cutting. “Do you not see the problem here? With a scholarship like that, she could get into Yale. That makes her competition.”

Penelope swallowed hard. “I just meant… maybe you could use it to your advantage.”

Blair arched a brow. “How?”

Penelope glanced at the others for support, but none was coming. She was on her own. “If she makes the team, you could—pretend to befriend her. Gain her trust. Get close enough to dig up something on her. Then… we ruin her. Leak it to Gossip Girl. Get her kicked off the team. No more competition.”

Oh.

Oh.

Blair stilled, turning the plan over in her mind. It was ruthless. Cold. Calculated. And brilliant.

Pretend to be the scholarship girl’s friend. Make her trust her. Learn her secrets. Then? Expose them. Blackmail her if necessary. Erase her from the team, from any potential Ivy League future, and secure her rightful place at Yale.

Cruel? Maybe. But Blair Waldorf didn’t play fair. She played to win.

A slow smile curled on her lips, deceptively sweet.

“Maybe you’re not so useless after all,” she murmured.

Her reflection stared back at her, the picture of effortless grace.

Poor little scholarship girl.

She had no idea what was coming.

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Part 3 coming soon!!

I’m also pretty annoyed with the lack of wlw Blair x Reader stories on here. Taking one for the team and writing for all the sapphics who are obsessed with Blair lolol!

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Hey first post/story! Hope you enjoy

It says Sabrina only because I feel like it’s awkward to write with y/n if it gets annoying to read with that name tho I can change it （＾ω＾）

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Blair Waldorf was a force to be reckoned with. She was beautiful, like an angel. Her skin porcelain, soft, delicate. As if it had never seen a bruise or scratch in her entire life. She had a spirit like a wildfire, there was no putting her out. She was headstrong and determined, letting absolutely nothing get in her way. She was unpredictable, daring, perfect.

To Sabrina, Blair Waldorf was like the night. She was cool as she was terrifying— yet beautiful all the same. But, to Blair, Sabrina was less than an afterthought. A junkie from Brooklyn, a knockoff Dan Humphrey who annoyingly enough had some brains to work her way into this school. While Sabrina might’ve admired Blair, it became evidently clear that Blair despised Sabrina. Maybe even more than Dan Humphrey.

Constance, a high school of New Yorks elite, and additionally a handful of scholarship students. Sabrina’s final year at this place. Thank god. She didn’t belong with this crowd— this group of snobby ultra rich kids. They made her furious, the only reason she was attending Constance anyway, was because of her scholarship. Realistically, she’d have a better chance of getting into any university she wanted with a name like Constance backing her up. But that’s common knowledge. People only go to ivy league schools because of the name that comes along with it. A title. What you’re really paying for is the name, nothing else. Everyone always made such a big fuss about where they were going, Harvard, Yale, Brown, Princeton.. At the end of the day they’d all end up back in the same place. The same city, same jobs, same futures. Sabrina put herself slightly above the rest. She was getting the title without having to pay the money. A cheat sheet to a bring future. God— what a scam.

Sabrina was not a well liked person around the school, she didn’t fit in anywhere. 2008 was not entirely progressive, Sabrina, a victim to close minded individuals experienced some bullying. Simply being at Constance was like being in a different world. Here, everyone cared about everything. Gossip girl was the biggest website for well— Gossiping. Entertaining? Yes. Dangerous? Also yes. She’d witnessed girls be shamed, avoided, ignored, all because of a post online. The point was, you stayed away from it if you could. Out of the spotlight, out of the public eye. That’s where she strived to be. And being someone with no rich background, that worked. No one cared about Sabrina. No one at school even knew her full name. Besides maybe a few teachers, of course. At Constance, Sabrina was close to invisible.

Which is why, staring at her from her lockers, secretly envying the angel across the hall, Sabrina watched what she considered her polar opposite; Blair Waldorf. Sabrina considered herself an observer. Serena Vanderwoodsen and Nate Archibald were easy; Two rich ideological figures, both rich but with a longing for something more. Something “real” although, most of it seemed performative. Walking stereotypes the both of them. The Golden boy and the Upper east side princess. Then, there was Dan Humphrey. He was an honest kid. Typical nice guy, Sabrina would’ve placed him in the same boat as her. A loner, but, now he seemed to be gaining popularity after close to a year of being in an on and off relationship with Serena. Now, Sabrina considered him a little less out of touch than how he used to be. Finally Chuck Bass. If Sabrina could describe Chuck in a singular word, she wouldn’t be able to. There was so many words that came to mind. He was; Unruly, disrespectful, a womanizer and overrated. She’d always keep in mind to avoid him at all costs.

Blair was different. Her unbothered demeanour had a sense of insecurity underneath, for some reason, Sabrina found herself drawn to her. Like she wanted to uncover the mystery that was Blair Waldorf. She spent so much time watching her from afar, that she noticed little things about her. Subtle facial expressions, mannerisms, her tone shift in the way she spoke. As creepy as that sounds Sabrina simply couldn’t pull her eyes away. Although they’d never spoken, she already knew what Blair thought of her. She hated her. Hated her very presence, the look on her face the time they made eye contact said it all. She’ll never forget the small twinge in her eyebrows, the scowl across her lips. Their eyes only met for a brief second but the look was sharp like a knife. The thought alone still makes her cringe. Getting caught staring at her like that, she probably thinks she’s some sort of fan. Or just a straight up weirdo.

Sabrina fell out of her thoughts as Ms. Thompson blocked her view, standing right in front of her with a brown clipboard, a white signup sheet attached as she spoke a little too loudly for comfort.

“Ah, Ludwig! There you are! I’ve seen you run, we could use a girl like you on the team.” Ms Thompson extended the clipboard to Sabrina, pen in hand. Caught of guard, Sabrina looked up at the tall, stocky, brown haired woman.

“Thanks Ms Thompson, but I don’t think it’d be right for me—“ Sabrina started before she was quickly cut off by the booming voice of the coach in front of her.

“Nonsense! In fact, I think you’re a perfect fit. You remind me a lot of myself when I was young. You know, Ludwig, I think you’ll like this sport a bunch if you just give it a try. What’s the harm? Make some memories, these are the “Best years of your life” after all.” She said giving the shorter girl a small pat on the shoulder.

Sabrina stared at the paper, maybe.. it wouldn’t be the worst thing to try. Lacrosse seemed like a fun enough sport.

‘Whats the harm?’ She repeated silently in her mind as she wrote down her name.

“Yeah, I’ll try it out.” She said with a faint sigh.

“And, it’s not “Ludwig,” my last name is-“ But before she could finish, Ms Thompson snatched the signed clipboard away from her, a smile on her face.

“See you at tryouts, Ludwig!” She exclaimed as she walked away.

Sabrina watched as she left, only noticing the big brown disdain filled eyes that watched that entire interaction. Blair Waldorf, standing there, her groupies around her not taking notice to her expression. She looked angry, no. She looked like she was going to pop a blood vessel.