I moved from the warm sunny winters of California, to the cold, snowy winters of New York, Just one day changed everything. I was now officially the new kid at school. The chill kids in L.A. were no more, I was stuck in the upper east side of New York all because for my father and his job. The worst part was going to a private school, I could just Image it all. I did a little wave to the sun setting scenery as the captain of our private jet whisked my father, mother, and I to the harsh cold of New York. The only good thing coming out of the was the new wardrobe I'd need to be getting.
We finally arrived at J.F.K. at a reasonable time. I hopped out of the plane and took a good look around. Great, it's fucking freezing. I rushed into the terminal as people helped put our luggage into the limo. The Limo Driver drove us to our new home, the traffic was unbearable, I couldn't stand being in a still car for so long. Finally we arrived at The Place hotel.
"Dad, we're staying in a hotel?"
"No, for now we're staying in the presidential suit, since we have to wait a month for the trump penthouse to be available."
"Ugh, this is great."
"Don't be so pessimistic, after you settle in you can go shopping for a new wardrobe won't that be fun?" My mom said and smiled.
"I guess."
We walked into the suit, it wasn't too small, but not big enough to live in. I made my way into a room and dropped all my shit on the floor. I grabbed my quilted channel and put on my only French collection red pea coat.
"Im settled, so I'm gonna go shopping. If you need me call my blackberry!" I quickly left.
I rushed out of the hotel, I was on my way out until I slamed right into something, or someone.
"Shit." I muttered under my breath. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry, a girl like you should never be sorry." His voice sounded wonderful, but his quick pick up line, was a red flag. "Chuck Bass." He let out his hand.
"Harlow Jacobs." I shook his hand. "Do you always dress like that?" I looked at him up and down. A suit? You've got to be kidding me.
"I do actually, most kids on the upper east side do."
"Ugh I wish I was back in California."
"You're from California? I've got to go their sometime if all the girls look like you."
"Please tell me girls don't fall head over heals for your cheese pick up lines, because then I might just have to shoot myself."
"It's okay, trust me you'll find a way to love me."
"Yeah, I've gotta go. But you enjoy yourself."
He gave a little smirk as I left. What an asshole.
Gossip Girl here, a little birdie told me there's someone new in town from california. Harlow Jacobs if i recall, her father's a big time business man and her mother is co founder of a make up line. Well at least she has a family tree of an upper east sider. To the Juicy stuff, the cali girl was scene rushing out of the place and slamming right into the oh so lovely chuck bass, why did that make sense both ways? There was some small talk, probably his rondevu for tonight. Note to self H: Remember to do a back up check on your new home, before you're the person someone's doing a backup check on.
you know you love me,
xoxo,
Gossip Girl