1-2-3

Good Morning, Upper East Siders,

Welcome to the first day of senior year and the onset of a new social dynasty.

We heard that last night was a rough one. Well for two scoundrels in particular. Seems the Archibald's and the Bass' are things of legends. How are your heads, gentlemen? But a new term means a fresh start, and a new scandal on the horizon...

You know where to find me.

XOXO

"Hurry up..! I don't have all day you know!" Cassandra banged on the bathroom door with her fist, trying to stir her pain-in-the-ass big brother from whatever hole he crawled in from last night. "Come on, Henry, get out of there!"

"It's no use." Emilia sighed from the hallway, watching her siblings antics with reservation, "you know he's probably still washing out the fumes from last night that have been caked into his scalp."

"What do you know?" Cassandra fumed, banging on the door one final time, before shooting her younger sister and dirty look and flouncing off to find her mother. Emilia counted in her head 1-2-3... before right on cue, the bathroom door opened, where Henry emerged in a cloud of smoke looking around himself distrustfully.

"Has she gone?"

"You really shouldn't wind her up like that. You know it only makes her mad." Emilia walked over to Henry, took the cigarette out of his mouth and stubbed it out in the sink.

"Hey- I wasn't finished with that." Henry smirked cheekily, "and you know how I like to rile her up..." Emilia rolled her eyes and pushed her brother out of the bathroom. "I need to change." She said urgently, pulling her freshly washed uniform into the bathroom with her, along with a scattered pile of make up and accessories.

"Ooooo... Who's this for then? A certain boy that we might know?" Henry winked, leaning lazily against the door frame, his shirt hanging carelessly out of his trousers.

"Shut up, Henry!" Emilia laughed, her fair cheeks tinting with a soft, red blush.

It was then that the sound of heeled shoes could be heard upon the tiles, and Emilia darted into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Henry leaned back against the wall and sighed, wishing that he last cigarette hadn't just been flushed down the drain. He tried quickly to brush down his messy, brown hair, to no avail, and was looking down at the floor, practising his best guilty look when he heard a-

"Henry Charles Bass!"

"Yes, mother." He replied, dragging his feet to where Blair Cornelia Bass was stood, her heels tapping furiously against the tiles. He noticed Cassandra smirking proudly behind her and maturely stuck his tongue out in response.

"It's your first day back at school, how can you already be in so much trouble?" She complained, leaning in to smell his alcoholic breath and noticing the rings beneath his eyes. She touched his messy hair with disappointment, trying to straighten out the effects of a wild pre-back to school party.

"What can I say, mother? I'm my father's son."

"I know... I got so totally wasted last night. You can't talk! Really? She ratted on you? Yeah I know she's my girlfriend, but what do you expect me to do about it? God, man. I feel your pain. Yeah, sure. I'm just packing up some of my things now so I'll meet you out the front of St. Jude's in 30? Sure, see you later, Henry."

There was a knock on the door.

"I'm just about to head out to school, make it quick." Edmund replied, exasperated. Quickly throwing his school books into a rucksack and emptying piles of scrap paper all over his bed.

Into his son's bedroom stepped Nathaniel Archibald, quickly surveying the surroundings of his son's untidy room and looking at him with a serious gaze.

"It's about your sports scholarship, son. Look I know we've talked about this, but..."

Edmund sighed grumpily, "Look, Dad. I'll meet the scout, okay? I'll get it sorted, I just wanted this summer to relax, you know? Be young and carefree, you must remember those days?"

Nate looked ahead of him and smiled a little, but somehow carefree and Nate Archibald just didn't seem to fit in the same sentence. He had always felt the pressure of expectation, and wondered that Edmund didn't feel the same...

"Do you mean so you and Henry can go out and get drunk?" He raised his eyebrow, laughing at the irony of this parental speech given his ancient history with Henry's father.

"It's fine, Dad. It'll all be fine. Don't worry about it, okay? Just cheer up!" He laughed, swinging out of the door with a rucksack swung lightly across his back.

"Don't forget your brother!" Nate shouted, looking around his son's bedroom and wondering when he became that guy. How he had ended up in this life? When had he become his father...

"This is a really, bad, idea." Dean gulped, standing on the edge of the sidewalk with his equally petrified sister as they gazed up at St Jude's School in front of them.

"I don't think Dad liked it either. But Mom insisted, it is the best school in the area." Lucy added helpfully, clutching her books tighter to her chest. They stepped forward nervously, letting the yellow taxi cab shoot off behind them.

A group of boys around them began to point, the word "Brooklynite" stabbing it's way into their focus. Why would their father force them to go here? Dean ran his fingers through his short black hair and glanced back at his worried looking little sister, taking her hand as she looked up at him with her big, blue eyes.

"C'mon, Luce. We can do it together. 3-2-1..."

We heard that two new Brooklynites are making their appearances at St Jude's today.

Arm yourselves newbies.

We're already preparing for your departure.

XOXO

Gossip Girl

A/N: Thank you for reading! This is looking like it could end up being a big project! But I've got a huge family tree in mind, and hopefully a lot of scope for drama that could ensue following the next Generation teenagers... As long as I haven't bitten off more than I can chew!

This chapter could do with some major editing, but the idea is there. Let me know if you'd be interested in reading more and I'll try to carry it on for you guys :)

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