Summary: "Blair Waldorf may not be a lot of things, but being a queen is in her blood. It's her destiny." Blair, Serena, Chuck and Nate are in their freshman year. See how Chuck gain his notorious reputation or how Blair climbs her way up the social ladder.

A/N: -Chuck did not make an appearance in this chapter, but I assure you he will in the next chapter.

-Dan will not appear as much compared to the other characters as according to the TV series, Dan did not make much of an impression on others until Junior year.

-This story is actually a continuation of my previous chapter Before it all begins. It is not essential to read Before it all begins to understand this story though.

Enjoy. :)

Blair fiddled with her dark brown locks. She had to look perfect. Today is essential to her new life at Constance Billard. Today is her first day in Constance Billard, and even though she was just a freshman, she's determined to make history. She will be,must be, queen in due time. And in order for her to be queen, she needs to look like one. She eyed her twin in the mirror. She was already dressed in her uniform and a pair of white stockings. Everything is perfectly ironed out, thanks to Dorota. She had on a pair of black Chanel heels and on her head, was a red colour headband. Headbands were her signature accessory, and she will make sure that the girls at Constance Billiard know that. Her dark brown curls laid perfectly on her shoulders. She looked good. At least, she thought so.

Blair then walked over to her bed when multiple files laid on it in a neat pile. She picked up the first in pile and flipped through. Of course she had already memorised the information by now, but she wanted to make sure.

'B!' Serena pratically shouted when she skipped- yes, skipped- into the room.

"Isn't this a bit early for you to be so hyper?" Blair closed the file she was reading and looked up.

" What are you reading?" After years of being best friends with Blair, Serena knew better than to retort. It will be best to ignore her sacarism. "Don't tell me you are studying already." Serena teased, sitting down beside Blair.

"These," Blair gestured to the files in the neat pile with her hand, "are my one-way ticket to the Elite." Blair grinned.

"The Elite?" Serena questioned, eyeing the pile suspiciously.

"You see, these are the information of those in the Elite, the mean girls, people who are 'In', or whatever you call it. I preferred calling it the Elite though." Blair shrugged.

"What do you need these for?" Serena began to pick up random files and flipped through it.

"Well, don't they always say to know your enemies better than yourself? Look, Serena." Blair said, gesturing to the file in her hand.

Serena looked up.

"This," Blair referred to the photo attached, "is Amber. She's the current queen of Constance Billiard." She then referred to the remaining files in the pile. "And these are her minions."

"Minions? Can't you use you a better word? 'Minions' sounds.."

"Minions," Blair interuppted. " Are minions." Blair gave her a hard look. "Amber is in her senior year and before she graduates, she's going to pass her crown to someone whom she thinks is qualified enough to be queen. And of course, I'm more than qualified." Blair smiled confidently. She may not be a lot of things, but being a queen pratically runs in her blood. It's her destiny.

"But B, we are just freshman this year. Never in the history did a somphore lead the school."

"Well, I'm not just a 'somebody' right? I'm Blair Waldorf. And what a Waldof wants, she gets."

Serena shrugged. That's true though. Blair always get what she wanted. If she can't get it, she manipulates her way into it.

"Enough of these chit-chatting. Let's go have our breakfast. We don't want to be late for school on our first day, right?" Blair suggested with a smile.

"Of course not." Serena replied, returning the smile.

Blair was 'briefing' on Serena about the Elite while they were on their way to school.

"Like what I said before, Amber is the queen and following, are Veronica, Eunice, Penny, and last in rank is Michelle. Amber is the redhead, that's how she got her name by the way, because of her bright red hair, Veronica and Penny are the brunettes and Eunice and Michelle are the blond. So, in order to be queen, I need to win her minions over to my side. I need more information about Amber. And of course, her minions will know best." Blair smirked.

"Wait, how do you know all these again? Are they all in the files?"

"Well, I do my research very thoroughly." Blair replied, her smirk wider.

"I don't care what you do, Blair. I don't want to be involved in any of these." Serena said, putting her hands up, as if in surrender.

"As you wish, S. You will just miss out all the fun."

Finally, in front of them now is Constance Billard.

"Ready for our great entrance?" Blair asked, excitement was written all over her face.

Serena just laughed lightly and hooked her arm around Blair's. Blair inhaled deeply and took the first step. They walked through the crowd as if they owned the place, barely giving as much as a side glance to the people who stared with their jaws opened. The crowd began to mumble and whisper. Blair and Serena strutted with their heads up until they reached the hall where assembly was held, and took their seats in the front row. Since Constance Billard and St. Judes are brother/sister schools, they shared the same hall for assmebly. Students of Constance Billard were to sit on the left side of the hall and students of St. Judes were to sit on the right side of the hall. Blair and Serena were laughing about the commontion they had created when Blair's blackberry vibrated. There was a new message.

8 o'clock direction. -N

Blair turned her head in the given direction. There it was, her knight in silver amour, Nate Archibald, sitting in the back row of the side of the hall. He winked. Blair winked back. She replied.

Gd luck 4 the first day of school. Try 2 stay out of trouble. Well, at least for 2day. ;) -B

The hall began to fill up and soon, the assembly began.

"Good morning to all of you, ladies and gentlemen. I am your Headmistress Blakeman. On behalf of our staff, I welcome you to Constance Billiard and St. Judes."

The rest of the speech was so boring that Blair tuned it out. She was examining her nails when something interesting caught her attention.

"... pass over to Amber Carmichael to brief you on the rules and regulations in Constance Billiard and St. Judes. Amber, please."

It was the name 'Amber' that caught Blair's attention and she looked up.

There it was, Amber in the Constance Billiards uniform. It was only when Amber stepped up onto the podium did Blair notice. On Amber, was the exact black Chanel heels that Blair had on. Blair gasped. It was like hollywood stars getting caught wearing the same dress on the red carpet. Blair can already see it in her head. "Who wears it better? - Amber (A) or Blair (B) ? "

"Blair.. It's that your.." Serena whispered.

"Yes. Shut up." Blair snapped.

"Good morning. I am Amber Carmichael, currently a senior in Constance Billiard. Today, I shall brief you on the rules and regulations of ..."

Blair did not hear the rest of the speech. In her head, all she could think about is the fact that she and Amber were wearing the same pair of shoes. Now, Amber and her minions will think that she is a copycat with no unique style. She's doomed. Her journey to queen ended before it even started.

Finally, the assembly ended and they were told to go their first period classes.

"I told you, Serena. I'm doomed. They won't accept a queen with no unique style. It's over." Blair whined. Being the drama queen, she was exaggerating as usual.

"Blair, I think you are exaggerating.."

Serena then saw Nate coming up behind Blair.

"I will just leave you two alone.." Serena muttured under her breathe and walked away, giving them some privacy.

Dan Humphey was shocked, surprised, aghast, amazed, all at the same time to see Serena Van Der Woodsen again. For a second, he thought he was dreaming, like what he did many a night after he saw Serena at the black-and-white ball. But this time, it's true. There it is, Serena Van Der Woodsen walking into the very same hall as him with a petite brunette next to her. Not that he notice much about the brunette though. His gaze is fixed on Serena. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

So when Serena and the brunette walked out of the hall, he followed. He wanted to talk to her, but didn't know what to say. Did she remember him? He doubt so. But still, he can go up to her and introduce himself. He can do that right? After all, he's in St. Judes, the brother school of Constance. When Serena walked away from the brunette, he knew that was his chance. It's now or never. Taking a deep breathe, he walked up to her.

"Blair." Nate sneaked an arm around her waist.

Nate's touch was supposed to be comforting. It was supposed to take her mind off things. Things like how her life was over.

"Not now, Nate." She struggled out of Nate's reach and walked over to Serena.

"Serena, the ladies. Now." Blair pulled at Serena's arm and began to head over to the girls' bathroom. Leaving a certain Brooklyn guy in their dusts.

"I need to think of something. Fast." Blair was pacing up and down in the bathroom for the hundredth time. She needed to think of something to get her plans on the right track again. But what?

"Blair, can you stop? Just sit down." Serena sighed.

"How can I sit down when my life is falling apart?" Blair yelled. Well, at least she did stop in her tracks to yell at her.

"Blair, it's not.." Serena was interuppted by the creak of the door.

Amber and her minions walked in. They were checking their reflections in the mirror, freshening their make-up while Blair and Serena exchanged looks. It was then, did Amber noticed the presence of two freshmans. Amber eyed Serena from head to toe, and did the same to Blair. Blair froze. "Shit. She's going to notice the shoes." Blair thought.

Indeed, Amber's gaze lingered a moment longer than usual for Blair's shoes.

"Nice shoes you got there. You got great taste." Serena broke the silence.

While Blair was glad that the awful silence was finally broken, she was not sure what tricks Serena was playing.

"Thank you. I see that your friend got great taste too." Amber gave a small smile.

Blair heaved a sigh of relief. Ok, at least she was not mean and bitchy about it. Blair would totally be both if the roles were reveresed.

"Serena Van Der Woodsen." Serena introduced, holding out her hand.

Amber hesitated for a moment, but took it in the end. They shook hands.

"Amber Carmichael." Amber said blantantly.

"And this," Serena pulled Blair in front of her, "is my friend Blair Waldorf."

Blair stayed still, not knowing what to do. Serena nudged her.

"Nice to meet you." Blair smiled nervously and held out her hand.

Amber took it and shaked.

"Nice to meet you too."

"Did I mention that Blair's mother is a designer? That would explains why she has such good taste. It's in her blood." Serena gushed with exicitement.

"Really? Does she have her own line?" Amber asked, but her tone shows no interest.

"Yes, of course. She started Waldorf Designs." Blair answered, tucking her hair behind her ears. It's what she did whenever she was nervous.

"Waldorf Designs? As in Eleanor Waldorf? I love her! I have her entire autumn collection!" Michelle, as Blair recongnised from her file, shrieked in excitement.

"Mich." Amber said, giving her a warning.

Michelle immediately became silent.

"Well, it was nice meeting you. But we need to get to our classes." Amber said, turning on her heels, preparing to leave. Her minions followed.

Just as Blair thought that their first encounter was not as bad as she had imagined, Amber turned around.

"Oh, and Blair? Lunch at the courtyard. Serena can come too." Amber gave a small smile and walked out of the door.

Michelle, being the last in rank was walking behind the others in her group. She mouthed " LOVE YOUR MUM" to Blair before hurrying to catch up with the others.

Blair grinned. Things were going better than she thought. It was only the first day of school and she practically already score an invite to the Elite.

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