Chapter 1

"I'm telling you…he's going to show!" Blair Waldorf insisted, crossing her arms impatiently.

"Good luck with that. It's ten to midnight," Chuck Bass murmured, caressing her arm before slithering back into the crowd.

The masked ball, one of the most anticipated events of the Upper East Side, allowed the acquaintances of Blair to lose their identities for the evening. This party, however, was different; Manhattan was about to lose yet another virgin…that is, if Blair had anything to do about it.

Nate Archibald was the most desired teen of the junior class. Lucky for Blair, she held hold of his heart since their diaper days. After successfully completing the scavenger hunt at the ball, Nate would finally receive the last piece of the Blair puzzle: her v-card.

As Blair craned her neck to spot her favorite nest of light brown hair in the large crowd, her cellphone dinged. Heart leaping out of her chest, she scrambled to flip it open. Disappointingly enough, it was only a Gossip Girl alert…that caught her attention by the third word.

A new Waldorf in town? Looks like the competition for Queen got a little more…sisterly. Watch out, B; I hear the worst rivalry is within the family.

Attached was a picture of a dark haired girl wearing a pure black mask. The unidentifiable gal seemed to be conversing with a bouncer, ID in hand.

Fire sparked in the pit of Blair's stomach. There's no way, Blair thought. She snapped her phone shut and ran through the crowd, taking note of any black masks she saw. When she saw the back of a familiar striped suit attempting to seduce a blonde girl, Blair grabbed it. Chuck turned around in amusement.

Before she could speak, Chuck smirked. "I saw," he said, "and no, I haven't seen her yet. I'm hoping this isn't a hoax. It'll do my little Bass some good to have fresher, hotter meat around."

Blair slapped his arm in anger. "Can you be a normal human being for five seconds? I need to know if she's here."

Chuck cleared his throat and motioned the blonde girl away. "Blair, I know you don't want to live in your sister's shadow, but she's bound to come home eventually."

Blair's blood boiled at his words. "First of all, she's my little sister; if I'm not mistaken, the younger one always does the shadow living! And second, I would appreciate if she gave me, oh I don't know, a WARNING that she was coming back? Is she taking pointers from Serena or something? Is this the new trend? Go away for a year and pop up at the most inconvenient times for Blair Waldorf?!"

"What about Serena?" a calm voice spoke. Blair and Chuck turned and faced Serena van der Woodsen, Blair's BFF and the most popular teen in Manhattan.

"Oh, nothing. Just wondering why you people like to raise hell for all of us victims," Blair snarled.

"Victims? Of what?" Serena asked, holding back laughter.

"Of…bullshit!" Blair exclaimed. Serena laughed and wrapped her arms around her.

"Whatever it is you're freaking out about, it'll be okay. Trust me."

Chuck cleared his throat once more and leaned in to the girls. "As much as I enjoy lesbian moments, I must be going. The clock is about to strike before I do. See you ladies around." And with that, he was gone.

Blair pulled back from Serena and groaned. It was 11:59. Nate was supposed to come looking for her by now.

"That's it," she scoffed, "if he's not going to come to me, I'll just have to go to him."

Serena squeezed Blair's arm before her friend left in search for her dearly beloved. As Blair pushed through the crowd, she heard the dinging of the clock, signaling midnight. At once, she spotted Nate pulling off his mask…and then saw the girl standing next to him.

With her long, dark brown hair in perfect waves, eyes as light as the morning sky, and a smile as bright as the sun, Tinsley Waldorf seemed to lure in her latest victim: her sister's boyfriend.