A/N Sorry this took so long. Recently my dad died and I guess I'm using this as a distraction. First chapter is always very hard since I'm still getting used to characters and a lot of you made Perfect people or similar people so let me know what I'm doing right and wrong. EVERYONE I got on my forum at this point is accepted. If they don't appear its cause I don't want to introduce everyone in one chapter. But I will be cutting people based on reviews. So you must give a good review to see your person appear in the story.

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Gossip Girl here. Your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan's elite. Today marks the first day of a new year. Let's see what's in store

Hadey's POV

First day of junior year. Call me nerdy but the first day always held a special spot in my heart. I loved opening up new notebooks and clicking new pens for the first time without the bite marks my ones from the previous year held.

New schedules and new people in every class. It was always exciting.

I sighed happily and looked around to admire where I'd be spending first period for the year. I was in French class. The bell hadn't rung yet and people were pretty much just milling around the desks, talking to their friends. I watched absentmindedly as classmates laughed and made small talk about their summer trips to Europe or just lounging in their Hampton house. I didn't have a Hampton house- not that I couldn't afford it or anything- but as an Australian native going home for the summers is ideal for my family and I. I transferred to the school right before my sophomore year and laid low. Focused on grades and getting settled but this year was different. I had an undeniable urge to branch out and make a name for my family. They say that networking is the key to success with jobs and what not so if I made more friends there is really a huge list of benefits- right?

I saw Ricky walk in. My best friend since getting here. He saw me and made a silly facial expression as he neared my desk. I laughed then scanned the room. The florescent lighting gave a dead and hollow look to the room. Up front, there was a large chalkboard with varying words inscribed in French. The blue, white, and red flag stretched across half of its surface. The dark wood-paneled walls were scratched where numerous students had brushed against their surface, but it still shined with wax where the janitors had greased them. Various posters of various hot spots in France and helpful tips for learning the language itself were scattered across the walls.

I glanced up as a figure entered the room. Discreetly, I scowled. The door was blocked completely by the large frame of Wilson Shepard. He stood in the entrance and put his arms above his head and held onto the top of the doorframe. It looked like he was studying the room with the same emotionless face he always wore in the company of strangers. Gossip Girl comments on his behavior quite often- womanizing tourists and college girls, with his too-mature-for-high school look. He is also fairly well known for being the typical 'tall, dark and handsome' without even uttering a word. I've had 3 classes with Wilson in the last year, and to this day have never seen a smile on his face.

I felt a sharp nudge in my rib cage as Ricky elbowed me, "checking out Willy Shepard?" He smirked.

I rolled my eyes, "you're just jealous that you're not going to be the tannest guy in the room."

Ricky left out a laughing sigh, "maybe but at least I can fit in the door frame." We watched as Wilson after a solid three seconds sauntered in keeping his gaze above everyone's head. "But I don't want you dating him. I can't threaten to beat someone up if they hurt you if he's half a foot taller than me."

I laughed as he passed my desk. For one second our eyes met and I felt like someone poured ice water down my back. No not any sort of sexual connection, but his dark eyes always had that effect. They were brown to the point that unless you were very close his pupils weren't visible. His skin was a deep tan, very Hawaiian if you ask me and his pitch-black hair was combed and gelled to stick up in the front. Per usual, his uniform was perfectly ironed, tucked in and his tie was tight against his throat.

Then I felt as if something became tight against my throat. They walked in. I was hoping I could go a year without either of them in my class, but as my luck usually plays out they are both in my first period. Who is the "they" I refer to? Well it's a tag team to be honest. Ivy and Freya. Or as Gossip Girl calls them I and F. Infamous for parties, drinking and leading the dream life, they are the pinnacles of New York's youth elite. Ivy bounced in on her toes, as she always walks with her long blonde hair swept over her shoulders. Her blue eyes scanned the room coldly and a smile creeped on her face when she looked in the back- and no doubt saw Wilson.

Freya on her immediate right also noticed their friend in the back. While you get a shiver when you see Ivy there is an opposite effect at the sight of Freya. She is a ray of sunshine- although I'm guessing it's a false sense of security. She will talk to just about anyone and easily gains people's trust- only to use it against them. Her hair is brunette with many completlmentry streaks of natural red and blonde. She is petite, cute and between the two of them every guy in the school has their adoration.

Ricky looked agoged at them as they too made their way to the back on the classroom.

"So where are we headed tonight anyway?" Ivy droned at Freya as they passed my table.

"I dunno. We can ask Will since he's here, but we all know it's going to be either you or I to pull the trigger," Freya complained in her Southern accent. As they neared Wilson her voice went up considerably, "Will! Thank God you're in this class with us." She sat next to him squeezing his shoulder as she sat.

The three of them took up one of the four person tables as Wilson's rugby toned shoulders took up all the space where a fourth person would sit and half of Ivy's space too. Their conversation was easy as bursts of laugher were heard right until Madam Rose walked into the room.

Her expensive, yet out of date, black heals clicked into the room straight to the chalkboard. The only sound was the slapping of chalk against the board as she wrote, The French language is a descendant of the spoken Latin language of the Roman Empire—Le français est un évier de la langue parlée latine de l'Empire romain.

Ricky leaned over further, our shoulders touching. "There is going to be a fundraiser," he whispered. "My father is obviously going to be going but he's still West Egg around here (GATSBY REFERENCE- LOOK IT UP AS I WILL BE USING IT A LOT OR PM ME). Those guys behind us are also throwing a party for our age group. I'm guessing the Sterling's or Starks will be hosting. My father has been asking me to talk to Derek about it since we both play soccer but I can't exactly ask right?"

I wish I could go. I was also a lot like Ricky's family. And our other best friend Marina. All of us were new money, but the parties these people throw… well I'd kill to get in.

Wilson's POV

I never understood languages. If you hit me with a math problem, or chemistry equation I'd solve it in a heartbeat, but I always felt as if my brain didn't understand foreign languages. I could understand Fijian of course, I mean that's where I came from before my dad realized he had an illegitimate son, but French just didn't click.

"This year is going to be a drag," Ivy mumbled under her breath with her bright blue eyes trained on the chalkboard.

I kept my gaze on the chalkboard as I huffed back an answer. Not one for talking, but my grunt of agreement should show my support to her statement.

Freya elbowed me then leaned over towards Ivy, who leaned back towards her. I was awkwardly in the middle of two girls conversing right over my crotch.

I noticed a soccer guy- Ricky or something- turn to eye the girls so I gave him a smirk as they were both talking right over my chest (even if they were just talking to each other) to which he blushed and turned away.

Freya was gushing about something when I tuned back into their conversation, "I think Derek wants me to go to dinner with his parents tonight."

Ivy rolled her eyes, "I'm insulted."

"Why? You're not the one dating him," Freya asked with a little giggle.

"The invitation to your wedding still hasn't reached my hands," she smiled back. "This is the third night in a row, why do they want to feed you again?"

Freya shrugged, "who knows? I'm just excited to try out the new Japanese cuisine on 1st."

Keeping my eyes ahead- no matter how obvious they were I was not going to be caught for talking in class, "my father said that they were being closed down for a few weeks- food poisoning. Who knows Vanderbilt? You might be let off the hook."

Freya smiled and looked up, "who said I wanted to be?"

"Then I'll text Derek your favorite Italian restaurant, you can relocate there."

"You don't have to," she smiled eyeing me to not do anything.

"Emily (my stepmom) said that there is a new shellfish pasta dish, I think you'd like it. No worries I'd be glad to pass on the message," I smirked back still looking at the bored occasionally nodding to fake enthusiasm. "I may just go there for lunch."

Ivy's POV

We all hated when Will brought up his family. It was awkward, since we all knew he was a bastard child. His father is a top surgeon in Manhattan and best friends with my father, made us close to best friends. I still remember the day when they brought home this scrawny boy from some foreign country and said he was Dr. Shepard's son. But since then Will's my number one.

"I'll go with you!" I jumped in smiling at him. He nodded and gave a small smile still looking at the chalkboard, "she's not going to yell at us for talking."

Freya squeezed Wilson's arm and teased, "He's too much of a kiss ass to take his eyes off Madame Rose."

Wilson chuckled to himself still looking forward, "Or maybe Madame Rose is a MILF and I'm enjoying the view."

Freya and I both made an exaggerated gag and laughed. Freya held Wilson's arm as she leaned and whispered, "you could do better Willy- but Ivy what do I wear? I have a cute strapless that makes my boobs look great, but I don't think it's appropriate for a family outing."

I don't know why she always talked about her boobs or butt when a guy was around but I went with it, "designer?"

"Nanette Lepore," Freya jumped in.

"Go with it," I confirmed nodding strongly.

"This is a great conversation and all but," Wilson then put an arm on each of our shoulders and pushed us back to our seats then scooted forward, "I'm paying attention now."

With that the conversation was over.

Thomas' POV

Lunchtime. Derek and I were walking to our usual sandwich place.

"I heard that the Marlowe's are getting escorts, but going to hide them in the crowd so we'll have to spot them in order to get happily ever after," I told Derek as we sat down at our usual table. Our other best friend Edward- or Eduardo as I call him- is throwing a huge banger. For a good cause, but I'm in it for the open bar and other fun.

Derek patted my back laughing, "if you expect me to go up to every girl at the party asking if they're an escort you are overrating my gullibility." He hesitated then added in, "plus I'm spoken for."

"You know me too well," I smiled at Derek. "We could try and convince someone else. Maybe someone who doesn't know us as well. Also I heard a rumor about you and Miss Freya."

Derek raised his eyebrows, "no one would believe you Picasso." Picasso. Wilson had this nickname for me for as long as I remember. It annoyed me at first but now I kind of like it and everyone called me Picasso. "And what did you hear?"

"Something about doing it out in the open in Central Park," I smirked at him.

Derek gave me a hard look. Hard to take it seriously with him being a living breathing Ken doll, "a gentleman never tells. And I know you got that off Gossip Girl."

"She's my lady," I smiled. "And will have a lot to tell after this party."

"Not about me," Derek replied firmly. He ordered a #4 from the sandwich lady then looked back at me. "I would like to see someone try to find a hooker at the party. It would entertain me since I'm obviously not going to be on the prowl with you boys."

"You said no one would believe me," I droned then it dawned on me as someone walked into the shop. "Which was a good point, but if lets say a Golden Boy- like yourself- told someone they'd believe it in a heartbeat." I responded punching Derek's shoulder.

Derek is the definition of smooth and charming. Every teacher, girl and guy outside our friend group considers him the epitome of perfection. Over the years I learned that he does have a mean streak and enjoys feeding it whenever an opportunity arises… with a little push.

Derek fingered some of his combed gold locks as he examined the tables, "who do we want to fool?"

I scanned the crowd. I needed someone who would be surprised to get an invite but not suspecting of foul play. Someone reasonably well off so it wouldn't be completely out of left field and someone who knew Derek.

"How about Ricardo Cabrera?" I asked smiling at the Mexican co captain of the soccer team surrounded by his two girlfriends.

Derek shot me a look, "it will ruin team dynamic and…"

"Sounds like your going soft Sterling."

Derek determinedly stared at his teammate then nodded at me, "hand me some invitations."

GG: Looks like D is back to his old tricks- watching this unfold should be the entertainment of a lifetime

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