Alright, it's your last party of high school. Now I know don't love your classmates, but you just shared four years with them. And, I suspect there are maybe a couple people you want to try and stay friends with... or at least one person.
Gossip Girl can be right about you all she wants. But I won't let her be right about me, I will not be weak any more. You can't run. You have to stay here, and hear it this time. Chuck Bass, I love you. I love you soo much, it consumes me. I love you. And I know you love me too. Tell me you love me, and everything we've done, all the gossip, and the lies, and the hurt, will have been for something. Tell me it was for something.
Not so fast. You're not graduating until I give you my diplomas. Mine are labels, and labels stick. Nate Archibald: Class whore. Dan Humphrey: The ultimate insider. Chuck Bass: Coward. Blair Waldorf: Weakling. And as for Serena van der Woodsen, after today, you are officially irrelevant. Congratulations, everyone. You deserve it.
