It's A Waldorf World & We're Just Living in It:
Shot when our favorite non-judging breakfast club goes into high school. It's the first day and Blair is desperate to be queen, Serena is flirting around with the idea of Nate, or maybe even stealing the throne for herself. Chuck is up to his usual scheming games when a certain good girl shows a spark not previously seen, and Nate is struggling with the blondie vs. brunette aspect, as he is not a couple with either of them the start of this fic.
CHAPTER I: THE WILD BRUNCH:
Strutting into high school the first time as a student there was a adrenaline high, but the day only got more perfect when she saw the stares. Sure, part of them might be because her best friend, Serena Van Der Woodsen was walking just next to her, but soon, all of Constance Billard and St. Judes would know her name. Blair Waldorf, the first-and only- freshman queen. She had a simple plan, destroy the current dictator and take the post for her. How would she do this? With the help of her scheming partner and heinous friend, Chuck Bass. He, she, Serena, and Nate Archibald made up the elite of the elite. Everyone in middle school looked to them, and high school would be exactly the same. The boys slid up to the girls and said their hellos. Chuck and Blair were probably the two people most passionate about being on top, whereas Serena and Nate just went with the flow and were happy with whatever. The two schemers stepped in front of S & N and started discussing their battle plan.
"So I had my PI dig up some information on the queen. Her name's Tinsley Goldman, her family is new money, and she frequents St. Bart's for breaks. She was passed down the crown from the queen before, but got it from her cousin. There has been a revolt against the hierarchy, but her friends-she refuses to call them minions- have stopped them." Chuck reported.
"Perfect. New money, not REALLY good enough to be queen, and non-judging to her minions. I'm thinking we befriend and then destroy."
"Exactly what I was thinking, Waldorf. It should be easy enough, she lets new people in quite easily. Now, onto more important matters, what is my reward for finding this out? And don't say another Rolex, everyone knows scarves are the new watches."
"Bass, if you didn't hook up with everything that has a pulse, I would strongly believe you're gay. And relax, you'll get you'll scarf as soon as I conquer the school."
"See, I was thinking something a little more feminine," Chuck replied, "a little bit more untouched. A little bit more beautiful."
Blair shook off his skeevy comment, Chuck had been trying to make her one of his whores for so long, the game was boring. The four of them had all flirted with the idea of getting with the other, but so far Blair had only succumbed to kissing both of the boys on the cheek. Nobody was making a fool out of her. "Sorry C, but you're reward for this is a scarf and the fame. Think about it, a whole kingdom ruled by the two most powerful freshman. You'd have your picking of all the girls at this school. That should be enough."
XOXO
Ahead of them, Serena and Nate were laughing at some dumb family story of Lily jetting off to London and Serena crashing at Natie's.
"Thanks so much for letting me stay that time. I don't know what Eric and I would have done! Lily's always redecorating, and the Waldorf-Astoria just doesn't feel like home."
"I get what you mean," Nate replied, only half jokingly, "I'd always think Blair was spying on mewith some gossip camera, just collecting notes for my takedown."
Serena laughed a beautiful laugh. It was so hard for Nate not to kiss her right there and then. But he glanced behind him and saw Blair in a concentrated stare, mouthing off to Chuck. It was so hard when he liked them both so much. This was something he'd been dealing with since graduation, when Serena had made out with him after throwing their caps in the air, sucking the breath right out of him. But then he saw Blair in a cute position that said "Serena, we have a reputation to uphold! Stop groping Natie." And he had realized he liked them both for a longtime.
XOXO
Tinsley saw the new girls walk down the hallway and immediately stopped them. She recognized them from the local newspapers and Women's Wear Daily. These two were the "It Girls" or the incoming class, and she planned to use them to her full advantage. TInsley didn't know they were a force to be reckoned with, she just dismissed them as minions, ahem, friends.
"Serena Van Der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf, right? I'm Tinsley, and I'd like you to join me for lunch today. Center of the courtyard, 12 PM sharp. Don't be late."
She had walked off before they could even respond, but she had a feeling they'd show up. She was their queen, and there would be hell to pay if they didn't.
XOXO
Chuck had a free first period, obviously. He wasn't like Blair, and didn't feel the need to fill every waking moment with college credits. He was Chuck Bass, and he could get into whatever Ivy he wanted. But this morning, he'd seen his uptight friend walking down the hallway and felt something. Pure Lust he thought, that was it. Blair hadn't let him lay a finger on her, and every guy needed a forbidden fruit. But if he just wanted her, he had no clue why he was going to her first period class to have an "accidental" run-in with her.
"Chuck!" she called, "I was just about to come and find you!"
"I always knew you wanted me, Waldorf." He replied in a cunning voice with his trademark smirk."
Blair chose to ignore that response and went on to the great news, "I got into the Elite! Phase one of our plan is complete! Meet at my house at 5 for our next scheme?"
"Oh, you know I wouldn't miss an opportunity to be the first boy in B's room," his velvety voice joked, "I'll be there."
XOXO
At lunchtime, Blair met up with Serena by their lockers and started to the courtyard together.
"Seriously, when I become queen, we'll have a place so much more exclusive than the courtyard." Blair sniffed.
Serena giggled. She loved her friends amazing confidence. It wasn't IF she got to be queen, it was WHEN she was queen.
"But seriously, the courtyard is for commoners. I'll sit somewhere where you can tell the difference between minions, the queen, and her best friend," squeezing Serena's arm.
"It's going to be great, B. But first let's focus on really joining the Elite."
XOXO
"Girls." Tinsley said with her lame attempt at authority. Taking the crown from her would be easy. The only thing she needed was something so humiliating the whole school would regard Blair as their queen. While Serena was chatting away with the minions, Blair was running through all of this in her head. She was meeting Chuck today, so they would figure out how to best attain that information. Chuck. She still didn't know quite what to think of him. When B looked into his eyes today, she say something other that just lust. Chuck wasn't that good at giving out emotions though, I mean with-
Ring, Ring, Ring.
Bzzz. Bzzzz.
Beep. Beep.
Phones all over the courtyard went off. Blair reached for her tangerine en-V and looked at her one new message.
Hey people!
Ever wondered what the lives of the chosen ones are really like? Well, I'm going to tell you, because I'm one of them. I'm not talking about beautiful actors or the musical prodigies or mathematical geniuses. I'm talking about them people who are born to it-those of us who have everything anyone could possibly wish for and who take it all for granted.
Welcome to New York City's Upper East Side, where my friends and I live and go to school and play and sleep. We all live in huge apartments without own bedrooms and bathrooms and phone lines. We have unlimited access to money, and whatever else we could possibly want. Our parents are rarely home. We're smart, we've inherited classic good looks, we wear fantastic clothes, and we know how to party. It's a luxe life, but someone's got to live it.
Our apartments are all within walking distance of the Metropolitan Museum of Art on Fifth Avenue, and the single-sex private schools, like Constance Billard, which most of us go to.
Spotted. Queen T finding herself some new dolsl to play with, Serena van der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf. Careful T, you just might end up thrown to the Land Of Misfit Toys when you're done with these too. Admit it, you're already falling for me. XOXO, Gossip Girl
Tinsley's facial expression was pure humiliation. She composed herself in a second. "No, she thought to herself. I am not going to be the girl who go the crown from her cousin." Tinsley out on a definite expression and wordlessly took Blair and Serena's cups of coffee. She would refuse to make a fool out of herself because of some freshman.
"You can go now." Tinsley said.
"No. I don't think so," Blair replied, "See, we were just talking about you're, ahem, sleepover. Which both me and S will be attending. Now I know you're surprised to see that your fear of being over ruled by freshman just went public, but try to compose yourselves."
Just as Tinsley was formulating the perfect retort, the bell rang, signaling the next lesson.
"See you tomorrow, T. Au revior."
XOXO