Earlier

Bryn Blackwell sat on the closed toilet seat of the bathroom with her cosmetics bag and old kitchen scissors, breathed smoke from her glossed lips, and sighed into the rank air. She lifts a dark brown lock to her eyes and holds it in the blades, cutting until the messy tufts linger midway to her throat. She snags more hair into her knuckles and continues to trim. Tosses her cigarette down the sink drain, stares at her reflection, and tries to fight a smile as the pile of hair begins to fill the whiteness of the tiles.

Her BlackBerry vibrated on the sink counter and she retrieved it, grabbing another cigarette and sticking it to her mouth. She glared at her phone to find a new text from her fraternal twin brother, Harper Blackwell. It read: im bringin tom & alex over. clean up, k?

Bryn smiled and doesn't stop to answer. They'd all be just in time to witness her new look, a new her. To show that damned cheater of a boyfriend she was over him.

She brushed shaggy strands from her face, unzipped her makeup bag, and salvaged an inky black eyeliner from inside, winging it along her eyelids and thickening both with color. Bryn shut an eye to observe her handiwork. "This looks sick."

Before leaving the bathroom, she opened the toilet and tossed the cigarette in the bowl, flushing it to hide her evidence. Returned her pack of Camels to her bag and stood in the hallway. A maid, mid-step, stopped for her.

"May I help with anything, Miss Blackwell?" she asked politely, ducking her head respectively.

Bryn nodded and smiled as the maid raised a skeptical brow at her rugged look. "Yeah, actually. Spray the bathroom and toss the hair on the floor. Harper and his friends are coming soon. I don't need to hear his bitchin'."

The maid nodded and jogged for the supply closet.

Bryn returned to her room, still in her pajamas, which consisted of a dingy Rolling Stones T-shirt and shorts that grazed her thighs.

She slammed her bedroom door and checked herself in the mirror. David Bowie and Joan Jett posters hung on the walls behind it like the leaders of her own nation. She smoothed her hair back and mussed it. "I'm going to be Joan one day." she promised herself. "Definitely."

The front door banged angrily and Harper's scream of "I'm home!" reverberated through their mansion. Bryn left her room and descended the stairs to reach her brother. His best friends, Alex West and Tom Mallick at his sides, boyishly attractive and still in their uniforms. What confused her was the girl beside her brother.

Harper never needed hair products for his own locks which made Bryn jealous to no end. It was naturally beach-ready with the lightest of sun-bleached streaks. Their only similarity was their blue eyes and a nervous tendency to bite their nails. Freckles stained his tan skin and his partially-visible muscles.

He grabbed his sister in a warm embrace and swung her in a full circle, smile never fading as he set her down. "You can't cut hair for life."

Bryn smirked. "Thanks," She turned to the blonde girl – a pretty girl like Georgia May Jagger on Harper's Bazaar. The only magazine she ever brought with the exception of Rolling Stone. "Harper, who's she?"

His grin broadened and Bryn sifted her pockets for a cigarette. "She is Tinsley." he announced, holding out a hand to Tinsley. She had blonde waves and green irises, was slender and tall – not as tall as Harper – and had a Caribbean tan. She looked like a non-trashy version of Kate Moss. Clad in a graphic tee with jeans, cowboy-esque paddock boots, and brown feather earrings with shiny pink lip gloss.

Bryn's smirk weakened. "Nice to meet ya, Trina."

Tinsley frowned and Harper allowed Bryn the same thing. "Um, it's Tinsley …" She smiled too brightly. "but, it's a pleasure to meet you, too."

Harper nudged her ribs and led his guy-friends upstairs. "Hey, guys, let's go play PS3. The new Halo is wicked."

Tom nodded. "Hell yeah, man!"

Harper turned back to them. "Why don't you two spend some quality time? Get to know each other. I'll talk to you in a little, Bryn." His eyes narrow. "Alone."

Bryn grinned rudely as she waved Harper and his friends away. "Have fun, guys!"

Harper gave her a retreating glance before heading off. Bryn's grin ultimately dropped once they were gone and she turned to Tinsley with dark eyes. "Anyway," Bryn wrings her fingers. "you like my brother, he likes you. I see it already, he doesn't let anyone come meet me." She steps closer to the confused Tinsley. "Lemme say, you will not date him as long as I'm around. My brother's heart has been broken countless times by losers like you." She shakes her head and grins evilly. "Let's just say. If it does happen, I won't be a happy camper."

Tinsley opened her mouth to speak. "I –"

Bryn cut her off before she's allowed more. "I'd be happy to not oblige, Bryn." She slips the cigarette from her lips and extinguishes it on Tinsley's shoulder, stomping away. "Let that be a warning, sweets. A warning."

She ditched Tinsley with a smirk.

Uh-oh! More than fireworks are sparking between Rocker B and Sweet T behind H's back. Anyone care to watch?

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And that concludes the first chapter of my first Gossip Girl OC story. Tell me what you think of the mysterious blogger and Bryn. Because they will all appear more often.

Tinsley belongs to the lovely GossipQueen101.
Harper and Bryn belong to me.
The rights to the Gossip Girl series belong to Cecily.