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A/N: Welcome, Earthlings! My friends at Fanforum encouraged me to write a fanfic on senior prom at Constance and St. Judes, and well, here it is. I am not the best fanfiction writer there is, I will readily admit, but I really am trying my hardest, and would be very very grateful if you could just take a little time to review and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome, just tell me what's wrong, and if my characters are OOC in any way, so that I can work towards fixing whatever is wrong. So, enough of the talk, read on (hopefully).
Summary: It's senior prom at Constance and St. Jude's. Blair and Chuck are each refusing to be the one to ask (or 'beg' in their words) the other to go with them to the dance. Nate is caught in a triangle between Vanessa and Jenny. Serena is distracted by problems with Eric. Dan is wondering whether it's even worth going at all. Drama abound.
Chapter 1
Serena, Blair, Nate, Chuck, Dan, Vanessa and Jenny all had dreams for prom night when they were in 6th grade (well, Jenny in 4th). Serena, the sunny, always optimistic golden girl, dreamt of a Prince Charming who would sweep her off her feet. Blair, obsessing over Nate, pictured Nate in a suit made of gold standing by her side. Nate, obsessing over Serena, imagined Serena in a golden dress next to him. Chuck, obsessing over anyone of the opposite sex, saw himself surrounded by many girls. Dan, the loner and outside, saw himself getting kicked in the courtyard outside the dance hall. Vanessa saw herself no where near the dance hall at all, or trying to defend Dan if she was listening to him speak of his own predictions. Jenny imagined herself dressed in her own creation, admired by all the boys and envied by all the girls.
Now, fast forward a few years (how time flies). It was prom time at Constance Billard's and St. Jude's, and the halls of both schools were buzzing with activity. Girls could be seen in groups giggling as they discussed who to ask, who not to ask, who asked them out, or who (their date must be a really coward, if you excuse my backward thinking) they asked out. Guys, well, who cares about them? Girls make for the better drama.
Blair Waldorf was seated at a table in the courtyard with her best friend, Serena van der Woodsen, complaining, "He hasn't asked me yet! I mean, he's the guy, he should ask. I am NOT going to go over on all fours and beg for him to come with me. I don't beg!"
Serena seemed tuned out to her best friend's talk, instead writing furiously in her notebook (bad Serena, homework has a 'home' in it for a reason).
"Are you listening?" Blair asked irritably.
"Huh? Sure.." Serena's mumbled reply came.
Blair rolled her eyes. "Okay, so who're you going with?"
Serena took a while to reply, but finally she laid down her pen and looked up at Blair. "I don't know." She said resignedly.
"For real?"
"Yes, I have absolutely no idea. I don't have anyone I wanna ask."
Blair set down her yogurt cup and spoke with a voice that clearly illustrated her short patience. "Serena, you're the IT girl of New York, you have the world at your feet, and I'll admit it, though I hate to, you are ruling this school. Now you tell me that after all that time you spend in front of the paparazzi cameras and on the front page news of the latest gossip on Big Apple socialistas, you STILL haven't got a single idea of which guy to ask?"
Serena shrugged. "I don't want to ask a random guy…"
"Why not?"
Serena started fiddling with the straps of her bag. "I wanna…I wanna…"
Blair, whose anger with a certain guy who wouldn't ask her was already pulling on her nerves, had absolutely no patience for Serena that morning. "Spit it out!"
"Fine! I want to Dan! There, I want Dan!" Serena blurted out.
Blair stared at her friend, then slowly spoke, "Serena, you amaze me. First you date Dan Humphrey, then you mourn Dan Humphrey, then you YEARN Dan Humphrey?"
Serena glared at Blair, before sighing and leaning back in her seat. "I know, I'm pathetic." She spotted Dan across the courtyard entering with Nate. "I just can't help it."
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Dan and Nate, now good friends, walked into the school's courtyard.
"So," Dan started, "Prom, huh?"
"Yeah.."
"Got anyone you…"
"Er no.."
"Yeah…me neither."
They stared across the courtyard in silence. Their eyes fell on Serena, who was getting up to leave with Blair. Dan felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. Actually, he knew exactly who he wanted to ask, but he wasn't going to say it out loud. He and Serena had broken up months ago, surely she wouldn't be interested any more. Besides, from what he heard, she had a guy she wanted to ask (rumours, you the reader and I know).
Nate had a sinking feeling in his stomach too. He was caught in an uncomfortable triangle between Vanessa and Jenny, both of whom had heavily dropped hints that they wanted to go to the dance with him. He wasn't dating any of them, as he had broken off all relationships since his father's trial began, but now that life was returning to the way it used to be, he knew that he had to signal an end to one of the girl's feelings.
His father was caught and charged six months ago. Vanessa and Jenny had both offered support and had been great friends, but never more than that. Nate had made it clear. Now, with his trust funds and family assets restored, Nate knew he could no longer let the two girls hang in limbo, and prom was the night to do it. Whoever he asked, would be the one he chose. Things had been set up that way.
Nate did not forget, way back 6 years ago, who he had truly wanted to go to the prom with. That girl was now leaving the courtyard with his ex-girlfriend. But she was too far gone. Nothing had ever existed besides friendship between them. How ironic. The girl he truly wanted always remained the one girl he couldn't have.
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Jenny watched Nate talking with Chuck. She had barely touched her lunch. She had just sat there watching him. He still hadn't noticed her.
Jenny sighed. She was sure he would pick Vanessa. Nate loved her. She loved him. Jenny was just this girl Nate couldn't throw off because he was too kind to. That must be the case. There could be no other explanation. Jenny Humphrey was a loser.
Jenny's phone rang. Santagold sang out loud, causing a few students behind her to snicker, "We think you're a joke, shove your hope where it don't shine".
'How fitting.' Jenny thought. The 16 year old felt her spirits sink even lower.
"Hello?" She spoke, flipping open her Motorola.
"Jenny?" A voice…moaned out?
"Eric?" She said worriedly, recognizing the voice, her brows creased. "Are you all right?"
"No..I…" A groan came out. There was a dull thud, as if a body had fallen. The phone line was cut off, and a steady beep filled Jenny's ears.
She thought her heart might have stopped beating. "Eric? Eric? Are you there? ERIC?!" Her voice rose with each word. She stood up, knocking her chair over. A few people turned. Jenny twirled around. Who should she tell? Who? Her eyes caught Nate's, and before she knew it, she had rushed into his arms.
To be continued
A/N: Okay, so tell me who you think of it. I'm trying to keep the chapters short, so other characters will be introduced as the story goes on. As for the pairings, you'll see all and more. Hope you enjoyed it. :D