ADDICTION

SUMMARY: Jenny Humphrey is bored with her life as the Queen of Constance Billard High School, she wants something more… Damien Dalgaard offers excitement and danger. Two different lives collides, chaos ensues.

Co-written, edited by suspensegirlinc

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Gossip Girl' or the 'It Girl' series

Jenny Humphrey.

"Hi Jenny, love your shoes! Are they Chanel?" One of her mindless minions gushed over her again, trying to kiss up. Jenny wasn't in the mood to deal with this today. So desperate…

With a dismissive wave of her hand and an icy glare, the girl quickly got the hint and sulked off in the opposite direction as fast as she could, knowing that risking annoying Jenny by even apologizing was a bad idea. Jenny smirked, tossing her long blond hair over her shoulder a little arrogantly She truly was, and always would be, the Queen of Constance. Her heels clacking on the tiled floor of the Science Wing, Jenny took her time walking into her Chemistry class. Adjusting her Louis tote bag over her shoulder, she was careful not to spill her vanilla skinny latte as she opened the classroom door. Mr. Watson gave her a sharp glare - she was a 5 minutes late. Oh well. It was a little pathetic how some of the teachers were too scared of the students to take disciplinary action against their faults.

With the same tedious schedule every day, Jenny Humphrey couldn't help but long for some excitement to counteract some of her boredom. They say that too much of anything can be a curse - and although she didn't believe that before, she found it to be almost true now. The endless string of parties, cotillions and balls became almost dull after a while, and seemed like chores.

But she had worked hard for her crown. The mindless chit-chat at parties, hollow compliments both given and received, the drinking games and all the gossip… initially, it had all made her feel uncomfortable - fake. It had almost sickened her. Did she really belong? When she first went to Constance, she felt anything but accepted.

So she had begun to wear a mask, and a very carefully crafted one at that. One that portrayed a confident, flirty, sophisticated and sexy girl when in reality there was a scared little girl hiding behind it, craving for attention and yearning to be a part of the group. Unsurprisingly, this mask had merged with a part her true self after sometime, making her what she had always aspired to be – the queen of her school. And although at first, things were glorious, she was beginning to have the resurfacing emotions of her old self. Over time, her boredom also masked her extreme discontent. She had been right all along - everyone at Constance was fake, petty, and this was all becoming a little old. But in a way, she was in too deep now to just shake it off and move on.

At first, Jenny had been a little astounded, happy even - the realm of Constance's in-crowd was like a parallel universe from Hudson. It had seemed amazingly surreal. Unlike all of the hell she had been through in the Upper East Side - fighting with Blair for the crown, stealing a million dollar dress to fit in, running away from home, competing with Serena for the attention of Nate - life at Constance was amazing. All of the things she had accomplished at Hudson seemed petty and pointless now.

But over time, the cold truth of reality hit her in the face like a pile of bricks. Blair had made being sophisticated and revered look so easy, when in actuality it was more difficult than Jenny had ever imagined. Though Jenny couldn't blame her; she was, after all, Blair Waldorf, and Blair made everything seem easy. The need to fit in led Jenny to often do the wrong thing without a conscience, with the thought of being a fearless leader exciting her and driving her forward. She had craved it so intently….

That wasn't too long ago, but it seemed like it happened. Inside, Jenny laughed at how utterly naive she had been, but now she understood why she did what she did.

Even though girls were envious of her, respected her, revered her, and wanted to become her - the true 'it' girl of her school's generation - Jenny now felt as if she was trapped inside a cage, a metal barred prison with no way of breaking free. With all the scheming and plotting that had been required to fulfill her ridiculous 'goal', the Upper East Side had turned her into a cold hearted bitch, who was strong and admired by all. Guys wanted her and girls wanted to be her. With her position and looks, to others, she seemed to have everything.

And she knew she didn't have real friends. Minions, yes; but true friends were nonexistent. Jenny used boys like disposable tissues, dating them if they benefitted her reputation, then dumping them if they slipped up or seemed like they were dragging her down. Nate was the one boy that had kept her attention and her respect no matter what, but after he rejected her, insecurity clawed at her heart and she swore no one would ever hurt her again - because she wouldn't let them get close enough. Ever since Nate, she didn't let herself really get attached to anyone. Her heart was closed.

Differences aside, her friendship with Eric had remained strong. Despite the fact that he hated her new position as Queen Bee and had frequently pointed that out, the younger Van Der Woodsen had always been there for her when she needed him the most. And for that she was thankful.

Once very close to them, she had slowly grown distant from her family over time. Her dad, loving as he was, didn't notice the change in Jenny, too wrapped up in his new life with Lily, and he was barely emotionally present. Dan had finally learned to stay out of her personal life and didn't try to interfere anymore, no longer taking on the role of the protective big brother. Instead, he spent his time with Olivia Burke, his superstar girlfriend. Serena was living with Blair, and both were absorbed in their own lives - Blair was busy at NYU trying to reclaim her throne at college. Jenny found it a bit pathetic how Blair still needed reassurance that she was the best, even in college. As much as she had been trying to hide it, Serena had been having an affair with Tripp Van Der Bilt, Nate's cousin, while working at his office. Jenny had overheard a flirtatious conversation between them last week when Serena had been over for dinner. Jenny hardly ever saw any of those who used to be close to her now, except for Thanksgiving and Christmas.

A little shockingly, Chuck Bass had taken over Dan's role as big brother and often called in to check up on her, but not as much as he once did - between trying to buy a hotel, running Bass Industries and spending time with Blair, Chuck was a little self-involved. Jenny rarely even saw her mother, and she'd missed her wedding to that British millionaire she was crazy about last month. Chuck, sensing a little of her concealed misery, suggested her moving back to Hudson. But Jenny, stubborn as ever, insisted that nothing was wrong. That there was nothing left for her there, not anymore.

And Nate. She couldn't help but feel her heart twist when she remembered his face, his laugh. She hadn't seen Nate in months, not since her Cotillion, and the last she'd heard, he was working as chief editor with some gossip magazine. Against better reason, Jenny pulled out her phone beneath her desk and flipped through a few old pictures she had of him when they were still dating. Although they had only dated for a couple of months after the Cotillion, and he had ended the relationship on friendly terms, it still hurt that the reason for their breakup was Nate's crush for Serena Van Der Woodsen. It made her both happy and bittersweet to see his face, one of him outside the Four Seasons, the other in the snow, as if they were still together…

"Miss. Humphrey…? Are you paying attention, or is that a stupid question?" A sharp and impatient voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Mr. Watson was at the board, working on some ridiculous problem and giving her a pissed off look. She felt like slapping his glasses off of his hideous, fat face.

She looked irately at the teacher and replied, in a voice that dripped with annoyance, "It's a stupid question." Mr. Watson shook his head, muttering something about 'lack of respect' and returned to teaching.

A few moments later, the bell rang, and it was like music to her ears. Scowling, her frustrated teacher dismissed the class. After leaving class and joining up with her friends for a moment, Jenny walked to the parking lot where her driver would be waiting for her. A few of the girls trailing behind her were giggling about their dates to the Horticultural Society Gala…it made her consider that she didn't have a date yet. Although she had, of course, received numerous invitations. But Jenny was indecisive. Naturally, she could go with anyone - but who…

"What about you? Who are you going with?" Skye asked her, her eyebrow arched in curiosity.

"Oh, just…a guy. You may or may not know him," Jenny replied with intended mystery. Skye gave a dramatic, fake gasp and laughed a little. It made Jenny genuinely smile a bit. "Well, my driver's here. I'll text you later." Skye waved goodbye and Jenny didn't look back.

Slipping into the limo gracefully, Jenny really considered now about who she would take. Her date would have to be someone important and influential – someone like Nathaniel Archibald. Remembering her debutante ball, Jenny sighed as she leaned her head back on the seat and thought about what a wonderful time she'd had. She needed someone with the same scruffy elegance and charm. If only she could take him…Unlucky for her, he was out of the question.

In the end she would find someone. She always did. After all, she was Jenny Humphrey.

Damien Dalgaard.

"Harder, Damien, harder! Oh, God...I need you…" Violet was moaning way too loudly - or was it Viola? Shit, he didn't care what her name was, at long as she was a good shag.

As Damien pounded into Violet, Viola - whatever her name was - on the sheets soiled with takeout and booze in their cheap motel room, he let out all his frustrations and anger. Deep down, he knew that what he was doing, it was wrong, and it wasn't fair to her, but right now… he really couldn't care less. She was a prostitute, after all, and available to him for a quick release. Violet/Viola climaxed loudly, and it momentarily put him off. After he was finished, Damien quickly got off of her and got dressed.

"Sure you don't wanna go for another round…" Violet/Viola sighed, trying to be seductive, but she fell flat. Damien noticed how her wig was a little skewed. He couldn't help but be turned off. He wondered what her real hair looked like.

Pulling on his trousers, he threw a hundred onto the bed. "Keep the change," he muttered, wanting to get himself away from the lousy establishment. Casting a look of disdain behind him, unable to help himself even though she hadn't really done anything wrong, Damien left the room. He slammed the door as he went.

It was way too early. He walked from the motel room to the parking lot, the cold air giving him chills. Damien stuffed his hands into the pockets of his coat and wrapped his scarf around his neck. He didn't mind winter; it rather suited his detached personality. It was just close to 5 in the morning when he called a taxi, directing the sleepy driver to the Palace hotel where he and his father were staying. After a night of hard partying, heavy drinking and sex, he was a little exhausted.

Entering the 5-star hotel, Damien breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he hadn't encountered any of the paparazzi - if he had, his father would have been furious with him. Getting out of the elevator and walking to his hotel room, he put the card key into the slot and opened the door without hesitation. Damien knew he didn't have to sneak in - they were staying in a penthouse that was spacious enough for 5 people. Besides, he doubted his father even noticed he was out for most of the night.

His father didn't really care what his son did, as long as it was kept out of the public eye. Though he likely would have been more than furious if – Ambassador Edward's son had been caught publicly with a prostitute.

Damien had never been that close to his father. To get him off his hands, Damien's father sent him to Knightly boarding school where he became the straight-A student his father demanded, but only through his natural intellect and paying the nerdy genius kids who hung around at the library all day to write his term papers. His father kept reminding him he was going to take his father's place as the ruler of Belgium one day. Damien was in line for the throne, after all - he couldn't afford to mess up.

After leaving Knightly he got into Harvard University and started studying Business. Naturally, Damien graduated with flying colors and he had been travelling around the world as a socialite and the Belgium Ambassador's son. The title proved useful in many circumstances, to get him what he wanted.

Going up to his room, he took a 10 minute shower and then collapsed onto his bed, too tired to do anything else. Noticing packed suitcases piled against the wall, he closed his eyes, too fatigued to think about anything.

He would be flying to New York by noon that day for the "French Ambassador's Ball", which was in three weeks, and he wanted his energy. As an ambassador, he was expected to show up with his father at these kinds of events. Despite his reluctance to attend the ball, he had an important deal with the French Ambassador's daughter. And after that, he would probably head back to Belgium. Trying to avoid thinking further about it, he drifted off into sleep.

After what seemed only like an hour or two later, a familiar female voice drifted into his room and roused Damien from his sleep. His head was groggy, and he felt exhausted.

"Mister Dalgaard, please wake up. Your father wanted me to inform you that your flight is in 3 hours, and he wants you to be ready within the hour," the maid said anxiously; she was obviously a little put off by the pushiness of Ambassador Dalgaard.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" he demanded irritably, slowly pushing himself up on the bed. "Get the fuck out." Upon hearing his harsh words, the brunette maid scrambled out, uttering a hushed apology as she shut the door. After their short affair last year, the young maid had since been on edge around Damien while he had been irritated by her mere presence.

Damien surveyed the room more clearly now. It was almost eleven in the morning. He had specifically told her not to touch his bedroom, but judging by the piles of suitcases stacked by the door, she obviously hadn't listened.

Damien managed somehow to haul himself out of bed fifteen minters later. He stared at his sleep deprived eyes in the mirror wearily, feeling like hell. His eyes were nothing more than blue slits and his headache hadn't subsided. He wanted nothing more than to sleep the day away. Hopefully the private jet would be quiet enough for him to get some rest. After splashing his face with cold water, he grabbed a few aspirin out of the pill bottle on the bathroom counter and hastily gulped them down with water. Grabbing his coat off the hanger, Damien headed downstairs.