Hey guys this is my first Fanfic, which is awesome! I worked for months on it (I'm a really slow worker!) So enough small talk and out with the details.
Summary: A mysterious new girl graces the streets of the Upper East seems sweet and innocent but what happens when dirty little secrets start to reveal themselves. Natalie Wright swore no one would ever find out about them. But what happens when she starts playing with fire as in flirting with Blair Waldorf's boyfriend Nate Archibald behind her back?
Words: 1,876
Rating: Teen (PG 13)
Pairings: Nate/OC Nate/Blair Serena/Dan
Disclaimer: Natalie Octavia Wright belongs to a girl called me! However Gossip Girl and all its fabulous character belong to a girl called Cecily Von Ziegesar (who is not me).
Misc: This story is not Beta'd. So there may be some grammar mistakes here and there.
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Chapter One
"New Girl Invasion"
"I could have taken the train" I muttered looking out of the limo's tinted window, watching the Manhattan scenery zoom by me. My mother Victoria Wright was sitting across from me dressed in designer couture from head to toe. "And why would you do that?" Victoria grimaced at the thought of me taking public transportation.
"It's New York Mom! And I'm already twenty minutes late to my first day"
"You could fashionably late you always talk about fashion" Victoria shrugged casually. "Runway fashion" I corrected pissed at my mom. I began examining my new school in the glossy pamphlet I got in the mail. Today was my first day at Constance Billard School for Girls, a highly elite and prestigious private school on 93rd and Madison. Just a week ago I moved into Tribeca Towers, a luxury residential building with amazing views of Fifth Avenue and Central Park. I moved from a gated community in Brentwood, Los Angeles. My mom got sick and tired of the same day-to-day Californian life. She was sick of the predictable weather, the beaches, and the smoggy Los Angeles air. To her it got stale and she decided to pack up our things and flee to the Big Apple. And I didn't complain or fuss or give her the 'But my life and friends are here!' line. I just went along and hopped onto a private jet headed to JFK. So here I was sitting bitterly across from my mother. She decided to drive me to school on my first day the minute before I stepped out of the apartment. My plan was to feel like a real New Yorker for at least ten minutes, and take the 6 train to 96th Street. But my mother wanted to be motherly and take me to school on her way to some stupid meeting downtown. She insisted and took forever to get dressed and call for a limo. The limo finally came to a stop and I pecked my mom on the cheek. She gave me a stern look as I slid out of the limo. "Behave Natalie" she warned. "Don't I always?" I retorted sassily with a smirk and slammed the door.
The first half of my day at Constance went by in a blur. I was walking down a long empty corridor looking at the map of the school frantically. I was definitely late to my next class. I was supposed to be in French with a Madame Blanc. "Lost?" A petite brunette girl asked, she came from nowhere and an entourage of four stylishly dressed girls with haughty expressions on their faces stood obediently behind this girl. "I can't seem to find 125" I admitted embarrassed by how I sounded like such a newbie. "So you're Natalie Wright?" she asked raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "How do you know who I am?" I asked a part of me afraid of what she may do. "I have my sources" she gave me a devious smirk.
"And who are you?" I asked curiously. She must be someone important for four girls to be hanging onto her every word. She also has a killer sense of style. I can't help but admire the crisp white button down, black pencil skirt, bright red tights, black crocodile skin ankle boots, and the waxy Givenchy satchel slung around her arm. "That isn't important" she said in a fairly sweet tone. I bit my tongue, she was being a bitch but if I lash out, I know I would regret it later. So I give her a small smile and act like everything was peachy. "Look I don't do this often but since I have an opening I want you to have lunch with us" She offered giving me a serious glare. I considered her invitation although it sounded more demanding than inviting. "Sure" I hesitantly agreed. "Steps of the Met at twelve sharp" She replied her tone suddenly icy cold. "I'll be there" I reassured her with a small smile. She said nothing more and shoved past me her group of girls following her. I walk aimlessly down the hallway trying to gather my jumbling thoughts. I can't believe that the mysterious popular girl asked me to have lunch with her and her posse. I'm excited but by judging the weird conversation I shared with her I'm a little frightened for my sanity.
My blackberry read 11:55 when the bell rang signaling the next period. I hurriedly ran to my locker and pull out my designer lunch bag. I know it's dorky to have a lunch bag in the twelfth grade, but it was cute when I bought it. I weaves my way through the noisy crowd all heading in different directions. I finally made it outside and I walked as fast as possible to the Met which was in clear view two blocks away. It's 11:59 when I made my way up the marble stairs and spotted the brunette talking with her group at the very top of the steps. I found out from my Biology partner last period that I was having lunch with the Queen Bee and her royal court. Her name was Blair Waldorf and as this girl described her, she seemed bitchier than Regina George from Mean Girls. I sat next to a pretty black girl with black curly hair. Blair directed her attention over to me and gave me an examining look. She smirked "Right on time" she said. I can tell right away that they were talking about me. Her fembots' eyes seemed to linger in my direction. "So where did you move from?" Blair asked picking at her salad. "Los Angeles" I answered mechanically. She paused for a moment and asked another question. "So where do you live now?" I tell her my address to my Tribeca Towers apartment. "So it's true" an Asian girl with long straight black hair blurted. "What's true?" I asked puzzled. "Gossip Girl was right" the black girl who is identically dressed to the Asian girl said completely ignoring my question. "Who's Gossip Girl" I asked scrunching my face in an unflattering way. On que, all the girls took out their cell phones. "Gossip Girl is a girl or boy who blogs about the lives of popular private school kids in the area" Blair's voice was harsh. The girl with blonde hair cropped in a stylish bob handed me her Nokia. I gasped at a picture of myself walking out of the Tribeca Towers.
Spotted: A new girl wearing the beloved colors of Constance Billard. This girl has no background info worth looking into. She's cleaner than any of us will ever be. And what's even more interesting is that she lives in the same building as our golden boy N. This girl doesn't seem like a threat but watch out B. And everyone knows green isn't a good color on B. I'll be watching as always.
You know you love me,
Gossip Girl
My heart picked up a little as I scanned the bright screen of the phone. I handed the girl back her phone "Who's N?" I asked dumbly. "Blair's golden boyfriend Nate Archibald" the girl with long brown hair replied matter-of-factly. "He's the perfect ten" Blair added with a dreamy smile. She gave me a look that said you-better-back-up-bitch. "Talking of my absolutely perfect boyfriend I have to go meet him in the courtyard" Blair grabbed her still full plastic bowl of salad and dumped it into that show-stopping Givenchy satchel. "Ciao ladies" Blair smiled and turned to leave. For the rest of lunch, I didn't even touch my food that I packed. I awkwardly sat with Blair's minions as they talked about parties I've never been to, people I've never met, and places I didn't even know about. They did ask me questions which made me feel as if I were in a job interview. Except they dug down deep. They wanted to know if I was a virgin, if I had a boyfriend, and all the steamy not so innocent details of my life. I barely knew these girls! I was careful of what I told them, it was way too early for any them the other side to me. Not that I'd ever tell them.
As soon as I slammed the front door behind me I dropped my Marc Jacobs bag carelessly on the floor and bee-lined for the kitchen. I didn't eat much at lunch, afraid I would look like a pig in front of the most popular girls in school. As I looked in the refrigerator there was a small knock at the door. I rolled my eyes and went to answer the door. "Who is it?" I snapped opening the door. My jaw dropped to the wood floor, a very handsome boy was standing at my doorstep. He smiled revealing a set of white pearls. A terrible flush of butterflies overtook my empty stomach. Suddenly I lost my craving for chocolate chip cookies. He had perfectly coiffed light brown hair, deep turquoise blue eyes with thick almost girlish eyelashes, and a smile that could light up Times Square. He was somewhat muscular with a nice set of arms. He also had a peanut butter tan probably from a long summer in the Hamptons. I was tempted to pinch him to see if he was real. "Hi" he politely smiled. My cheeks burned as I tried to come up with words to say. "Hi" I shyly giggled.
"So you live here?"
"I opened the door didn't I?" I tried to sound flirty but then I realized I may have come off as a complete bitch. Gladly, he only smiled not even picking up on my snootiness "Well I live downstairs and my mom thought it would be nice to welcome you with store bought cake" he replied. He handed me the white box and I graciously smiled. "Thank you" I replied holding the box securely to my chest. I could smell whatever was inside and it made my mouth water. "You go to Constance?" he asked.
"Yeah"
"That's cool we'll probably see each other sometime" Nate offered. He was sounding way too flirtatious and I had to admit I liked it. "I have to go it was nice meeting you" he turned to leave. But I courageously called out to him "We never exchanged names" He turned to look at me and extended his hand. "I'm Nathaniel Archibald but everyone calls me Nate" my heart shattered into a million pieces. This was Nate Archibald, Blair's golden boyfriend! I looked at his extended hand and shook it hesitantly. "Natalie Wright" I managed to say and pulled my hand to my side. Before he could say goodbye I waved weakly and closed the door in his face. Pouting, I opened the white box which revealed a perfect chocolate chip crème bruleé, I licked my lips, and maybe I could nurse my broken heart with a slice of crème bruleé and a tumbler Grey Goose vodka.
To be continued…