Jennifer Humphrey is one of the most sought-after girls at school this month, however one year from today she was practically irrelevant. You see, since her arrival to the Desmond Knight School, Jenny had always been considered a wannabe; her weight problem didn't help her image any either. It's thanks to my best friend Blair Waldorf and indirectly myself that her whole life changed for the better. I don't know Jenny very well but Blair has always been great at seeing the potential in people that others tend to overlook, so when she decided to take Jenny on as a project I supported her 110%. Blair and I attend the Florence Cooper Academy, while Jenny, as I stated earlier, goes to Desmond Knight just down the street. Tonight Blair and I decided to attend Jenny's New Years party over on Upper West for two reasons: one, because we had nothing better to do, and, two, my crush since freshman year, Nate Archibald, was going to be there.

I arrived at Blair's around 8:00; she lives by herself in a beautiful brownstone that her father bought her last year. Mr. Waldorf is a real estate tycoon who at one time owned about half of Manhattan. Since he is always away on business anyway, Mr. Waldorf thought it would be a good idea for Blair to have a place of her own. Mrs. Waldorf died when Blair was only five; she committed suicide by jumping from the 12th floor of the family's townhouse in Paris. Both of my parents are alive and well, but like Blair I rarely see ether of them. My father inherited his fortune from my grandfather, Henry Van Der Woodsen, the Media Mogul. His current net worth is in the 7.5 billion range, making daddy one of the richest men in Manhattan. My mother's family is what you would call old money; she is a direct heiress to the Graham Steel fortune. My parents are still married, on paper that is, but its no secret they have been emotionally divorced for years now. My father is currently dating a Brazilian supermodel, and my mother has been spotted on various occasions with her personal trainer "after hours". Growing up was a lonely time for me, as I was practically raised by nannies and had no siblings. That's why my friendship with Blair is so important to me, as she really became a sister to me and I feel like I connect with her on a deeper level. Most kids don't really understand what its like to have the lives Blair and I do; she is one of the few people I can be completely "real" with. After briefly catching up, Blair and I got ready for the party. I was wearing a black Dior Cocktail dress, black Yves Saint Laurent pumps, and a patent leather clutch by Hermès. Blair had on a purple Christian Lacroix baby doll dress, black Chanel jacket, black stilettos and navy purse both by Prada.

"So are you going to hook up with Nate tonight?" Blair asked.

"Blair! Really?"

"What!? Serena, you have been crushing on him since what, 9th grade? Just ask him out already!"

"Okay, who said anything about wanting to ask him out? He's a nice guy, but just a friend."

"Oh don't even give me that Serena, you LOVE him!" she said half-heartedly.

"Please… I mean he could have any girl he wanted…"

"But you are not 'any girl', you're Serena Van Der Woodsen! Guys want you and girls want to be you!"

"Look Blair, really I don't know what I want right now and I know Nate is really the only reason either of us is going to this party but I am having second thoughts…could we just not mention him for the rest of the night?"

"Serena! Come on…"

"Blair please! I just don't want to think about him or love or boys right now, okay?"

"I understand. No problem, there will be no Nate talk until you tell me otherwise."

"Thanks Blair, I appreciate it."

"Damn! Serena its almost 9:30, we gotta get going! I'll call the driver."

The first thing I noticed as I entered Jenny's penthouse was how tacky her party decorations looked with the interior design of her living room, however my attention was quickly drawn to a boy sitting alone on the other side of the room.

"Blair, who is that boy over there?"

"Who? In the green blazer? God that's Tomm…"

"Nooo, next to him, in the blue."

"Oh, that's Chuck Bass! Come let me introduce you."

But before we had even made two steps past the entryway, Jenny had spotted us, "If it isn't Blair Waldorf and Serena Van Der Woodsen! I am so glad you two made it!" Jenny was wearing a bright pink ruffled slip dress by Versace, pink ballet heels by John Paul Gaultier and a matching diamond bracelet, necklace and earrings all by Van Cleef & Arpels.

"We were getting worried! I mean I've heard of fashionably late, but two hours is pushing it even for you two!" I knew she was kidding but I could tell by her tone she was annoyed

"Don't blame Blair, it was all my fault… you know how long it takes me to get ready, I'm sorry love."

"Oh you know I'm kidding Serena, Come now I have some people to introduce you to!" I quickly shot Blair a look of disapproval and she jumped in

"Um…Actually Jenny… Serena and I were going to, uh, freshen up, but we will be right back, alright?"

"Oh… okay...that's fine, I'll be out here…" We rushed off before she could finish.

"That was close. I don't know how you put up with that on a daily basis Blair."

"As if! Jenny is a project, not a best friend. If I didn't know any better I would think you were jealous…" Before I could even come up with a comeback someone came barreling past me, almost knocking me over.

"Excuse me! Could you please watch where…" And than I saw him, the boy in blue: Chuck Bass.

"Oh, I apologize, I guess I should call it a night, huh?" he said, glancing at his half finished martini. Caught off guard I foolishly replied, "Um, no, its my fault, I mean its fine, I'm fine… I'm sorry…"

"I was kidding," he laughed.

"Chuck, this is Serena Van Der Woodsen, Serena…"

"Chuck Bass," he interrupted before Blair could even finish.

"Well, I'll let you two get better acquainted. I will be helping Jenny keep what's left of this party from dying if anyone needs me," Blair said in a half joking manner as she left us alone.

Chuck was just about 6ft tall with wavy brown hair, thick eyebrows and the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen. He was wearing a navy blue button up by Burberry Prorsum, black Philipp Plein jeans, black Armani vest and patent leather Dior Homme lace ups. "So I finally get to meet the infamous Serena Van Der Woodsen."

"Infamous huh?"

"Of course, you know you're somewhat of a celebrity at Woodcrest. Let's just say you make a lot of girls pretty jealous."

"I can't imagine why…"

"I can, you certainly live up to the expectations, I mean look at you!"

By this point, knowing my face must have turned a bright shade of red, I feebly tried to change the subject. "So you go to Woodcrest? Do you know Nate? Nate Archibald? He attends Woodcrest as well."

"Wasn't he just here? Did you two date or something?" he asked.

"No! We're just friends… I mean used to be… I haven't seen him for a while, that's all." "Well to be honest, Serena, this is my first year at Woodcrest. It's basically the last decent school that would take me since I got kicked out of boarding school."

I don't know why, but after hearing that, I wanted him even more than before, but I attempted to keep my cool and appear as uninterested as I could.

"Oh, is that so… So what, are you suppose to be a rebel or something…"

At that, he just smiled, and something inside of me said turn away and never look back but I was frozen, as if he had a hold on me. Then, he leaned in to kiss me and I wanted nothing more at that moment, but I got myself together just in time "No, not here." I said. I was not about to end up on the prep gossip blogs for making out with a total stranger at a party, that was not my style. I Serena Van Der Woodsen, held myself to a higher standard. However, what people didn't know couldn't hurt me.

"Lets go somewhere more private… the guest bedroom."

That was all Chuck needed to hear, before I knew it he was whisking me down the hallway, however just as we passed the corner I locked eyes with none other than Sharpay Evans. My heart froze. Sharpay, aside from being the class bitch, had a penchant for spreading gossip. After about 5 seconds of contemplation, however, the distraction of Chuck took over and Sharpay was out of my mind just as fast as she had entered it. As soon as we had entered the guest bedroom on the second floor of Jenny's penthous Shane threw me onto the bed, the blue-stripped Missoni comforter felt like heaven against by back, and before I knew it, Chuck was on top of me and the two of us were ferociously making out. For a moment I forgot about all of my problems, all the drama just disappeared, I wanted that moment forever. Caught up in my lust, I thought to myself, 'I want Chuck Bass forever.' I felt Chuck's hands all over my body as he was trying to unzip the back of my Dior dress. I was about to fully give in to my desire when suddenly a hard knock on the door caused my heart freeze. "Serena? Is that you in there?"; I knew that voice immediately, it was…Nate! Nate Archibald, my sick obsession for over a year was at the door. If he saw me like this, with Chuck! My heart pounded as I heard the antique brass bedroom door handle turn, having no idea what was in store for me next.