Serena had her limo drop her off at her new school. Constance Billiards was the Chanel of all prep schools in the Upper East Side. And it was all-girls so she knew that she had to plan her path to the throne perfectly. She had been queen bee at her old school, but West Hampton did not compare to the city. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. She wore a plaid skirt with a short-sleeved button up shirt, the school uniform. But to give her uniform her own touch, she threw on a gray cardigan – 100% cashmere of course, black over the knee boots, a couple of wrap bracelets, and carried a red Balenciaga tote bag. She walked to the administration office, there were almost as many boys as there were girls in the hall. So much for an all-girls school, she smiled to herself. After picking up her schedule and a map of the school, she decided to go check out the courtyard. There they were the popular girls – Birkins in tow. She walked in front of them. "Balenciaga spring collection? Impressive," the brunette said as she walked by. Serena turned to the brunette sitting in the middle of the girls. "Thanks. Birkin Spring collection. Also nice." The girl smiled. "Blair Waldorf. Welcome to Constance." Serena smiled, "I'm—" "Serena van der Woodsen. I've done my homework." Serena looked at Blair, she was impressed but was not going to be intimidated. "Good. We can skip all the boring intros." Serena looked at the three girls surrounding Blair, not of them had said a word. "Oh, they don't speak unless they're spoken to." The bell rang. "See you around, Serena. And remember, you're in my school now."
Serena had lunch with a few girls in her French class, they were at the hottest new Japanese place a couple of blocks from Constance. "What's the deal with Blair Waldorf?" She brought up casually. Tara rolled her eyes. "My advice, don't cross hair. She's a bitch. Lives to mess with peoples minds. One time a girl named Kellie decided to wear a headband and colored tights, no one has seen her since." Serena laughed but quickly realized she wasn't kidding. She changed the subject, "Thanks for inviting me to lunch. It's on me." They walked back to campus and saw a few guys throwing a football in the front courtyard. "Who is that?" Serena looked at the blonde who had just caught the ball. "Nate Archibald. Don't even think about it. Blair and him have kinda been a thing to since the 7th grade." Serena smiled to herself. All the pieces were falling into place.