Manhattan School of Arts.
Summary : Nate and Chuck are friends. Blair and Serena are friends. They all gain places at the prestigious Manhattan School of Arts and the year is set to be very interesting. Definitely AU but may go on to contain other GG characters.
Also : I think need a beta or something for this, because i'm AWFUL with tenses despite English being my first language. I wrote this in present tense, thought better of it and tried to change it to past tense, making an awful mess of it at the same time, apologies for that! So anyone who's good with tenses, just pm or leave a ps in a review :).
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl, mal temps! However, I have done some research (well, a quick google)..and it seems I own Manhattan School of Arts ;) for now.
Manhattan's School of Arts was a prestigious arts school that accepted only the best of the young generation of would be entertainers. Though situated on the Upper East Side amongst the wealthy, money couldn't buy you a place, auditions were judged purely on talent and if you weren't good enough, you weren't in, regardless of how many checks you waved or wings you donated. Luckily for Blair, Serena, Chuck and Nate, they all had talent, being rich was just a bonus.
Arm in arm, Blair and Serena made their way up the steps of the Manhattan School of Arts main building, their home for the next 3 years. It was an exciting prospect to spend the next 3 years living with your best friend, spending every breathing moment working on your passion and the two were thrilled, though one showed it more than the other. Serena grinned happily at every passer by while Blair sized each person up, immediately categorizing them in her mind 'competition/not competition'.
Chuck and Nate sauntered up the steps, seconds behind the girls, Chuck caught a glimpse of flowing brown curls just as the girls stepped into the building and nudged Nate, nodding his head in the direction of where they'd been just a moment before.
'No..Chuck, I know what you're thinking..let's just get settled in first, okay?' Chuck looked for a moment like he was about to argue, but relented.
'Fine, but you'd better settle in fast because there's just too much talent around this place.' He drew out the word 'talent' and Nate immediately got his meaning, Chuck did not mean talent in the arts.
They continued up the steps and entered the registration hall; the place was filled with new students. Most of whom would have claimed to be trying to define themselves..soul searching, or something equally fake, Chuck scoffed at the very idea, he's convinced everyone there was in search of fame and wealth, except him. He already had wealth and he didn't seek fame, he has talent but absolutely no interest in exploring it, he's there to hold on to his best and only friend.
Approaching the table, they found themselves behind the two girls they'd seen earlier. The brunette was clearly angry and the blonde looked like she'd rather be anywhere else.
'I don't care what the rules are, I am here to take 3 classes and you will let me take three classes.' The brunette hissed furiously at the woman sat behind the desk, who looked nervous as she adjusted her glasses.
'And why would we allow you to be an exception?' Blair rolled her eyes at such a mediocre question, the answer was glaringly simple.
'Because before the first fortnight of this term is up, you will realise that I am the best at all these arts and potential not reached is talent wasted.'
Stood behind them and eavesdropping (of course), Chuck highly doubted the girl's claim. The school was known for excellence and whilst he easily believes she was good, he doubted that she excelled at all three above everybody else. He attempted to catch Nate's eye but found the blonde staring down at his shoes, so Chuck scoffed instead. He thought he did this quietly, but it's evident from the stiffening of the brunette's back that she heard. Turning to face him, eyes glittering dangerously she took a moment to size up the smug boy in front of her, the determined glint in his eye and the smarmy look that makes her feel anxious. Competition. Then she allowed her eyes to wander over the blonde boy next to him, still inspecting his shoes. Not competition, she mentally files in her head smugly.
'I'm sorry, was there something you wanted to say?' She asked sweetly, but he instantly got the feeling she's anything but.
'No, but I hope you realise time is not limitless, and you're currently wasting mine.' This seemed to infuriate her as she huffed haughtily and turned back to the woman who was taking a call.
She hung up, 'Miss. Waldorf, I have been informed that the director's were extremely impressed by your audition and they are willing to allow you to take dance, vocals and drama classes for the first part of this year.' The woman looked relieved that the drama was over.
'Good. So I was right.' Blair stated with satisfaction and turned back to the annoying, handsome (she did not just think that) boy behind her 'If you want someone to blame for wasting your time, you can look at her.' She said, shooting the woman a dirty look.
'Come on S, let's go find our rooms.' With that and a toss of her curls, she headed out the hall with the blonde trailing behind her.
'Wow, seems like you've already made yourself an enemy. Way to go, buddy.' Nate laughed, slapping Chuck on the back back as they stepped forward to register.
'Yes, seems like Miss. Waldorf has quite a temper.' Chuck noted aloud with interest, also noting to himself that he liked the sound of her name.
'Nate Archibald, dance.'
'Charles Bass, drama and vocals.'
Chuck looked back at the retreating form of the two girls. Maybe this won't be too bad after all.
Ohhkay, there ya go, i'd adore if you would leave a review so I know whether to continue this or not..you can even leave me a review telling me I shouldn't continue if you think that's the case, s'all cool. Future chapters if I do continue should be longer, I just wanted to see how this idea goes down :) Ingrid x
