Hi my name is A.S and I admit I have a problem... I can't finish the stories I've already started, but I can keep making new ones that I swear I'm going to update! Yeah, it's bad. So instead of writing "Scandals and Secrets" or "Project Golden Boy", I have been spending the last month watching reruns of Gossip Girl, getting my social life back in order, and prepping for the SATs/ACTs. So from all that Gossip Girl, I obviously thought of combining my favorite book series and favorite T.V. show. I think it's interesting, and I hope you do too! Maybe I'll actually be good at updating this since I'm not just writing it as I go...
xoxo, A
Hey Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl here, and do I have news for you.
Sure, summer has come and gone, but a new school year means new secrets, and new secrets means new scandals. Let's check in with Manhattan's Elite.
J.C.- otherwise known as Jonathan Morgenstern, son of the wealthiest businessman in the city, was spotted vacationing in the Hampton's with the usual suspects. Of course our favorite womanizer was spotted with many bikini-clad hotties and cool drinks. Way to go, J.C.
A- Ah, Alec Lightwood, son of Mayrse Lightwood, the internationally renowned fashion designer, and the gorgeous movie star, Robert Lightwood. Rumor has it A kept his profile low this summer so he could meet up with his lover. Secret escapades? Really, A? You should know better by now.
I- On the complete opposite spectrum of her brother, our Queen of Constance, Isabelle Lightwood was spotted jet setting across the globe. Solo. Sources say she's hung up on a certain guy with the initials "S.L." C'mon, I, you know you can do so much better.
S- where has our resident tech nerd meets punk rocker been all summer? Besides practicing who knows what in his townhouse with his favorite band of nobody's and developing computer game software, S has been seen with M, looking like a little bit more than friends. Come back to the UES, S. It's where you belong. You left Brooklyn and M long ago.
M- The former Elite has officially gone rogue, except for her rendezvous with S.
Renouncing her family, M got a job in Brooklyn and lives in a tiny loft. Will we see her at Constance this year, or will she be making our brews?
Seb- Sebastian Verlac was spotted in his usual place, next to J.C. at the clubs or his daddy's hotel bars. Daddy Verlac isn't going to be too happy when he inevitably sees the compromising photos of his son and his best friend's exploitations. What happens in the Hampton's doesn't always stay in the Hampton's, boys. Arrest reports don't lie.
J- Finally, our favorite Golden Boy. Jace Herondale, resident hottie of St. Jude's, and son of New York's favorite congressman, has been cleaning up his act. Gone with his party boy tendencies and alcoholism. After dumping girlfriend Kaelie Whitewillow at the end of sophomore year, J has been going stag to every party and doesn't seem in a hurry to get back in the game. Sticking to XC and Lacrosse this year, J? Or will you be the player you once were?
Now to address the biggest rumor of the summer: Clarissa Morgenstern. After the high-profile affair between Jocelyn Morgenstern and Luke Graymark, an affluent lawyer, and even higher-profile divorce, our little C moved upstate to live with her artsy mother and brand new stepfather. Ten years later, and baby Morgenstern has been spotted in the Hampton's with daddy dearest and J.C, no longer looking like the tiny six year old we once all knew. She was also spotted carrying boxes into the Morgenstern's penthouse. Don't you know that we have people for that here, C? Why is she back? Where has she been?
Xoxo, Gossip Girl
"Clary, you look like a goddess!" Exclaimed Elle, her father's maid. According to Clary's brother, Jonathan, The "White" Party was the biggest one of the summer, and that meant she had to go. Clary wasn't big on parties, or the Upper East Side in general, but she had missed so much over the past ten years. Maybe it would be nice to get reacquainted with the people she went to kindergarten with before she was thrown into the shark tank that was Constance-St. Jude's. Clary tentatively glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her scarlet curls were piled up into an intricate updo, complete with a glistening silver chain headband, and her 5'4 frame was cloaked in a shimmering ivory dress, cinched at the waist with a chain similar to her headband. Her three inch silver heels elevated her to a respectable 5'7 without becoming a detriment to her walking abilities.
"Gracious, I look great, but still like myself." Clary appraised Elle's work. Her makeup was light, allowing her subtle freckles to show, even with her Hampton's tan. She mostly spent the summer on the deck of the Morgenstern's pool, eating popcorn and reading a good book. Sometimes she would run on the beach. Her school in New Hampshire had made her captain of the Cross Country team as a sophomore. Did Constance have an athletic program? Or was it just another snooty Ivy League prep school? It was most likely the latter.
"Sis, are you ready to go?" Called her brother, the notorious Jonathan Morgenstern. According to some website called "Gossip Girl", Jon was quite the All-star at St. Jude's. Gossip Girl also had some pretty interesting pictures of him and his friends, and even a map tracking their every move. It was really quite creepy.
Jon was sporting a well fitting white dress shirt, black slacks, and a black and silver stripped tie. He looked like the cover boy of, "I'm rich, good-looking and have my life handed to me on a silver platter." Jocelyn and Luke had made sure Clary didn't grow up that way. Sure, she knew how to dress and which forks to use at dinner parties, but she considered herself lucky, not entitled to be affluent. Wealth should come from hard work, not birthright.
"Sure." Clary gave her brother a tight-lipped smile. This party was really the last place she wanted to be, but Jon and their father were adamant. She had been anti-social all summer and needed to get out of the house.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, but we're sharing a limo with my friends. It's sort of a pre-party ritual. A little champagne, a little gossip, a little hooking up. You know most of them." Clary watched as a shiny stretch limousine pulled up beside the driveway of the Morgenstern summer home. Clary sighed. She did not want to drink champagne or gossip or make out with anyone. She just wanted to get this over with so she could appease her father and continue to stay out of Jon's way.
"Guys, this is my sister, Clary. Most of you knew her when we were kids, before she moved away. Clare, meet Manhattan's Elite." Jon said as Clary slid into the car behind him.
She gazed at the faces of the people she used to know, some ice cold, and some brilliant and welcoming. Silver painted fingernails clamped down around Clary's wrist. She followed the hand upwards and met the brown eyes of Isabelle Lightwood, her childhood best friend.
"C, I missed you so much! God, I remember when you, Alec and I almost set that one playground on fire." Isabelle said with a wink. She was as gorgeous as ever, and from what Clary could tell, the current holder of Jon's attention. Or maybe she always has been. She had no idea.
"I, for one, did not partake in that incident. I was just there to watch." Alec Lightwood, Isabelle's older brother, said with a wink of his startling blue eyes.
"I'm pretty sure we got married." Stated a deep, sultry voice. Clary's emerald eyes traveled to meet the speaker's amber ones. To hide her shocked expression, she took a long swig from the champagne flute Isabelle had passed her.
Jace Herondale, she thought to herself. Her childhood playmate and crush. From what Gossip Girl had told her, Jace was now longer the chivalrous little six year old who bought her flowers and candy rings whenever she was sad. He was a playboy who got drunk off his ass and landed said ass on page six.
"God, Jace. I wonder how all the women you've slept with would feel if they knew you were a married man!" Clary exclaimed, earning her a smirk from Jace and a giggle from the girls in the limo. He opened his mouth to say something, but was promptly cut off by a dark haired boy's strangled laughter. She figured he was Sebastian Verlac from the bowtie he was donning. Only a Verlac had fashion sense like that. He had been throwing Clary suggestive glances the entire ride. If only she was observant enough to notice.
Jace Herondale was ready to die.
The girl he had been in love with since he was four was finally back, but he hadn't been able to see her until just twenty minutes ago.
Once they arrived at the party, she had been swept up by Sebastian, his supposed best friend. Sebastian knew everything, even more than Gossip Girl when it came to their circle, meaning he knew exactly how Jace felt about him and his plans to deflower Clary. Assuming she was still a virgin.
He knew next to nothing about Clary. One day she had been eating peanut butter sandwiches and chocolate chip cookies with him at his estate, and the next, she just disappareared. Of course, Jon told him where she went, but it was still one of the hardest things he had ever gone through.
Jace watched as Sebastian, pulling his usually tricks, was shot down by Clary. He had slipped a tablet in her champagne, which she refused to drink, switching to Vitamin Water. Then, he tried to pull her away to a spare room, which she avoided by chatting with a few adults wondering how California was. Finally, he gave up and tried to kiss her. He stormed out of the house where the party was held with a big, red welt on his face.
Jace hid his smile in his glass. Smart girl.
The click of heels behind him alerted Jace to someone else's presence. He just hoped it wasn't one of Jon's old booty calls. He had sworn off girls last May once he heard Clary was coming back into town.
"If Sebastian even looks at me one more time, you better hold me back because Clary Fairchild is feeling slightly murderous."
Jace looked to his left, only to see Clary gracefully sinking down on to one of the white leather barstools next to him. She looked like the human manifestation of Aphrodite, with her glowing green eyes and Grecian gown.
"Trust me, C. I might just kill him myself. You didn't deserve that." Jace told her honestly, golden eyes meeting emerald. Her pink lips contorted into a small pout at the nickname, "C".
"I hate that." She muttered, examining her painted nails. Jace frowned as well.
"What?" He asked, eyebrows crinkling together. He felt the urge to brush back a few of her dark red curls that had fallen out of her updo, but she looked better with her hair down anyways.
"This place. Not necessarily the Hampton's, just the Upper East Side culture in general. Names are reduced to letters, money is thrown around like it means nothing, and everyone is spoiled and bratty. I'm just glad I didn't grow up in this mess." Jace bit his lip. Was that really how she saw him and his friends? Yes, Jace took advantage of the lifestyle he was brought up in, but he always wondered what it would be like to make his own way in the world.
"Jace, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." She back tracked, slight panic in her voice.
"I think we just need to get to know each other again. After all, every marriage has its issues." Clary laughed and lightly slapped his arm. It was almost like old times.
"We definitely need to catch up. I really missed you while I was away." Clary said, a slight flush brushing across her cheeks. Hope soared in Jace's chest. Maybe she felt the same way about him that he did about her.
"Well, if you want to get on that sooner than later, we can ditch this stupid party and take a walk on the beach. Also, I'm staying with the Lightwoods and they're hosting Sunday brunch tomorrow. Would you like to accompany me, m'lady?" Jace addressed her formally, bowing slightly. He heard the faint snaps of cell phone cameras, but ignored them. Gossip Girl could say what she wanted. Everyone needed to know that Clary was spoken for.
"Oh, Mr. Herondale, how could I possible refuse?" She giggled before adding, "It's a date."
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