AN: I hate writing beginnings. Anyone else with me? All that necessary exposition to get out of the way. It's the journey that I love. Sorry it took me SOOO long to post this. But the updates will be rolling on the ball granted the Holidays allow me time to post. I enjoyed all your reviews on the prologue. I'm so stoked you guys are loving where this is going. And no I don't mean to be a tease. Trust me. When there are lemons to be had I put them out there. No coyness here. I'll explain later.
Thanks again supporters. And please REVIEW. I always get back to you or answer any questions.
Thanks Ladyyemerald. I actually had a lot of those songs in mind. Good ear.
Mood music: (Playlist link on profile)
Labels of Love- Fergie
Short Skirt, Long Jacket- Cake (this song is SO about Blair)
Gossip Girl Here
Summer love has come and gone. Anyone care for a recap? Well our favorite Upper East Siders spent their summer months tanning at the Hamptons. We've seen our favorite miss-matched couple, D and S call it quits while N…well… rumor has it he stayed in and played The Graduate. And where was our little Queen B? Apparently playing house with EC. Yawn. With a very brief stint in Lyon, France. Gotta love those custody agreements.
Now fall's here and it's the season of my two favorite things; Labels and love. New year, new seniors and hopefully some new juicy gossip. Rumor has it that the Bass isn't swimming like it used to. Lost your taste for man-whoring C? Or could a certain B be the cause of your..em…troubles? And S and D spent this evening stuck on each other's elevator. Literally. Aww this fall is starting off so promisingly. If only queen B would come out to play.
Till next time
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Amidst the bustling hallway Edward stood in front of his locker rifling in search of his AP Physics assignment. His locker had become a giant overcrowded metaphor for his life. Although it was only the 2nd week of his umpteenth stint in senior high it was literally overflowing with Blair's things. He caught a random heel as it flew from the locker in one hand and a renegade tampon in the other just as three boys wearing football jackets sauntered by. The trio snickered. Edward sighed as he stuffed the objects back into the abyss then resumed his search. How and why these things made it to his locker was beyond his realm of reasoning.
The familiar sounds of heels clicking against the linoleum floor caught his ears. His eyes drifted up to the sight of Blair looking unreasonably fetching in her little white knee highs, black shorts, and soft black leather jacket. She wore a frilly white shirt underneath and paired it with a dangling pearl necklace. Her lips were blood stained red against her porcelain making her ever the perfect model of innocence and sweetness. But there was the slightest smirk to her pout letting Edward know that she was about to make his life interesting.
She stopped in front of him and smirked. "Looking for this." She reaching into her designer bag and produced several sheets of paper. He didn't ask questions. Only nodded and retrieved them from her hand.
"Blair why do you need two lockers? Better yet, why is my locker being used as your closet?"
"Edward I've just been in the guidance councilor's office," she said as if he hadn't spoken. "And guess who has the 2nd highest GPA of our class? Me. Meaning someone else is likely poised to take valedictorian this year making my application to Yale less important. And do you who that someone is?"
Edward found himself watching her lips with newfound fascination. "Okay. So you want me to back off a little this year. That's fine." He shrugged.
He felt her dark eyes search his. His eyes were locked on her lips. An eyebrow rose subtly. "Darling your condescendence is so generous."
"Blair…"
"No, Edward I don't want you to back off. In fact keep overachieving as you always do because I enjoy a challenge." His eyes searched hers for the sting. Her lips stretched into a wide smile. "But just so you know you better watch yourself because being my boyfriend doesn't excuse you from my scheme radar." His jaw nearly slackened. Seeing him stunned, she went up on her heels to kiss the corner of his lips before flitting off. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, reeling her back in.
She arched her brow up at him warily. He circled his thumb around her inner wrist. "Blair…"
"Edward I have no time for this. I have a college to get into, a certain vampire boyfriend to take down, and school to dominate," she huffed. "And what is the deal with your hair today."
The corner mouth curled into a smirk but he said nothing. Ever the gentlemen he watched her cheeks redden in amused silence.
The moment her front door swung open this morning Edward's mouth had been on hers. Her back knocked firmly against the wall of her living room. His hands rummaged under her leather jacket. She whimpered when his lips slipped down from hers to her neck, squirming as his lips ghosted over her sensitive skin. He stilled her with his firm grip, trailing his mouth along her collar bone. Her fingers found release in tangling themselves in his bronze curls. "Re-aclimating," he had said, pulling away from her abruptly and pulling her open mouthed through the front door.
The memory dissipated from her mind. She shook it off and steeled herself. Fixing him with a stern glare. "Well then…"
Something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Just down the hall from her was Angela, her most trusted and faithful vassal, speaking to none other than her recent sworn enemy, Ashley Zeller. As usual, Ashley and her tittering posy were wearing their scant cheerleading uniform, surrounded by an ever-present gaggle of football players.
She suppressed a low growl. Ever since fall semester started Forks high had been reverting back to its pre-Blair days. This had little to do with Blair and more to do with several factors. Firstly, Rosalie Hale had graduated. Without her unattainable beauty lording over them, the downtrodden self esteems of teenage girls were finally able to nurse themselves and egos were now abound. And it was fall which meant it was also football season which meant the normal high social structure was back in full effect. The school that had once been dominated by Blair and plaid skirts was now under the control of jocks in football jackets and girls who seemed to never wear anything other than their cheerleading uniforms. Blair's reign as Queen B was being challenged by the normal social structure of Middle Class High school and she did not appreciate this fact.
She stormed over to Angela, ignoring her friend and pointing her glare towards the cheerleader who gave a smug grin.
"What are you doing?" Blair demanded.
Ashley smirked and examined her blonde hair in her fingers coyly. "Your friend expressed her interest in joining the cheerleading squad, Blair and we're very pleased to oblige her."
"Ugh" Blair rolled her eyes at her attempt to emulate her own cultured vernacular.
The two jocks around them inched closer exchanging pointed looks. One particularly burly one snaked his arm possessively around the blonde while the other crossed his arms mockingly. Blair rolled her eyes and ignored the testosterone fest.
"I-um just wanted to…" Angela began to defend herself.
"Angela. Cheerleading, really?" Blair cocked her head and made a face, angling her body so that is was facing Angela.
Ashley huffed. "Maybe she just wants to get in with the real popular crowd."
"I see" Blair ignored the smirking blonde. "Defecting from the preps to join the…what do you middle class kids call them, jocks and cheer-skanks? I'm shocked. I mean, if you want to wear skirts that short I cannot judge you. But at least have the decency to pair them with leggings, duh." Blair huffed dramatically. "Angela you're a smart independent woman…or at least you could be. And you're too smart to be degrading yourself for a shot of giving the quarterback a BJ at some tacky teen mixer or whatever you third rate teens do."
Angela's eyes widened. The two football players and Ashley snickered. Edward was glancing into his locker with newfound interest. A slow creeping smirk crept at his profile.
"Angela if you're going to get drunk and have regretful sex then at least have it with the Ivy league bound or the trust fund boys. I mean, have I taught you nothing?." She threw her hands up dramatically.
Angela face lit up like Christmas tree. "I mean. If you wanna play Bring it On with the 'cool kids' be my guest. But just so you know, my friends would never be seen with such a trite bunch and so I'm sorry Angela but I'm revoking your pearl privileges." She held out her hand expectantly. Angela's hand automatically went to her genuine pearl necklace, a gift from B herself, protectively. Blair smirked. "Fine. I'll let you think it over."
"Whatever it's not like she was cool enough to be one of us anyway," a nameless cheerleader scoffed. Blair turned slowly to the blonde and looked her over slowly, from her scant cheerleading uniform to her cheap out-of-the-box lowlights. "Cute." The brunette huffed. "Listen Buffy, I'm queen B at this school. Get over it. I know you and your little pedestrian friends have your own 'cool code' but stop trying to usurp my power around here. We all know no one here can out-Bitch me so don't even try. Cheer skanks and jocks aren't usually in my paradigm…unless they go after something that's mine. And I know you've all read enough about me to know I'm very possessive of what's mine." She flashed the group an evil smile and sauntered off to her class. "Coming Angela," she called backwardly and the faithful girl went rushing after her.
Edward stared after her sauntering to her next class, her hips swaying softly with ever step. He was still staring after her in some sort of haze when time seemed to still. She turned her head every so lightly back to his direction. Her hair seemed to fall like cascading water along her shoulders as she craned her neck around granting him access to the profile of long lashes and pouty lips. A dimple punctured her cheek. She turned the corner and disappeared. Shaking his head, he shut his locker and stole off to class.
Seven months of dating and Blair still managed to surprise him with her ire and manipulative skill. He loved her dearly. His life centered completely on her and yet even he had to admit that Blair Waldorf was rotten to her core. It unsettled him and amused him all at once how truly diabolical the innocent looking socialite was. And God help him he loved her for it. He was making great strides to be good enough for the both of them.
X
Later that day Blair and Edward were "studying" up in her room. She was lying across the bed on her stomach, her hair framing her shoulders and spilling into the book she was examining. Edward was sitting at her computer chair with a book in his hand that might as well have been upside down.
She allowed her eyes to waver up from her book, attempting to sneak at Edward only to meet his golden eyes. Her eyebrow cocked. He gave an embarrassed smirk and pretended to study his book. "You know you don't have to do this. You clearly have nothing to study" Blair broke the playful silence.
Edward set his book aside. His eyebrow shot up challengingly. "Is this your round-about way of saying you're tired of me?" His voice was light and mirthful.
She smirked, this morning's faded lipstick leaving a faint touch of rouge to her pouty lips. Tired of Edward Cullen, now there's a laugh. But of course she did not say that. "Yep. I can't stand the sight of you."
He shrugged and took a scholarly tone. "It's perfectly normal for me to me to be trialing you like a lost puppy, I assure you. Trust me, I'm not that pathetic in real life."
Blair's chiming laugh rang through the room. "Oh really. You're not?"
Edward shook his head and smirked. "At least I have vampirism as my excuse."
"What!" She was suddenly straddling the bed on her knees and eyeing him with a guarded stance. "I do not trail you like a lost puppy!"
He looked down at the book, grinning.
Okay. She admittedly did have a distinct memory of trailing him out into the school parking lot and practically begging him to talk to her.
"Okay that was maybe two or three times at most." He could hear her pouting. But he was not thinking of that particular moment. He was thinking of last night when he left her side to feed and she practically had him call her every five minutes for a full blow by blow lest he actually be away from her without her knowing what he was doing.
"Hey at least I have an excuse is all I'm saying," he quipped in a goading tone.
"And what's that supposed to mean." She plopped back down onto the bed loudly so that she was in a sitting position with her feet flat on the ground. He angled the chair so that they were facing each other, and pulled it into her so that their legs were touching.
"That means," He leaned into her and cupped her cheek, "That I- vampires in general- feel a very powerfully connection to their mates. We get a little…anxious when we're away from them."
Her cheek warmed his hand and her pouty lips stretched into an infectious smirk. "Are you saying I'm your mate?" she asked chidingly and his hand left her. He looked downward nervously and Blair had to admit, Edward was irresistibly gorgeous when he was embarrassed. She almost giggled when he started gesticulating with his hands like a politician in the hot seat.
"Well…um" Cue hand gesture. "You are my girlfriend however…technically…."
She rolled her eyes. "Okay well. When you're done doing your Obama impersonation, pray tell me what a girl has to do around here to reach 'mate' status?"
"Mate, girlfriend, those are just labels anyway, Blair" he said, "besides vampires are mated not humans."
"Well?" She gave him an expectant look.
"Oh no, Blair don't do this to me." He looked up through the ceiling and sighed.
"Edward…why don't you want to turn me?" she asked.
"Blair…" There was that gesticulating again. "I know you don't want to be a vampire."
"So. I would if you wanted me to. Maybe I could think it over, consider my options."
"That isn't an option." He got up and stalked over to the far side of the room.
"Why?" Blair crossed her arms around her chest. Her eyes were piercing him as he paced the room. "What is so terrible about being Edward Cullen that you don't want me being like you," she demanded.
"You tell me, Blair. You don't exactly want to be a vampire either," he shot back at her.
"That's not the point. I want you to want me to spend forever with you. God." She threw her hands in the air in exasperation. "And I don't know. I like being a person, okay. I like being in public and around people. I like frivolous things like sun bathing in the Hamptons and sitting front row at fashion week. I like people knowing who I am and where I am and talking about me. And I like the idea of settling in one place for more that 5 years."
"Good." He stopped pacing and stared at her. "All veritable reasons and I would hate to take those things away from you."
"Bull shit!" she shouted and rose off the bed. She stomped over until she was totally blocking him, staring him down with those imposing dark brown eyes of hers. "You know very well that I would lose those things no matter what if you kept me human. I can't exactly live my life without you."
Edward was silent.
She let out a frustrated growl. "Look, Edward." She poked his chest with her manicured finger. "If you think I'm going to be content just being your little pet girlfriend for the rest of my life…"
A sudden smile crept up his lips as he stared down at her. "Are you saying you want to be more that my girlfriend?"
"Edward! I'm serious." She growled. "If you turned me we could stay like this forever and you wouldn't have to worry about loosing me. Think about it. Clearly I'm still young and gorgeous and everything-"
"-Clearly." He cut her sentence of with a peck at the corner of her mouth. "And so humble too."
Blair rolled her eyes. "But what about when I'm old. What are we going to be when I'm eighty and people think you're my grandson?"
"Well it seems to work for Hugh Hefner."
"I'm serious!"
"Blair, I love you and for a vampire that is not a fickle thing. You'll age and become closer to the age I am now and I'll stay with you as whatever you want me to be; you lover, you friend, your companion. I'll be right there with you…helping you cross the street," he gave a wry smile and the low growl she emitted, catching her wrist before her hand could fly across his face.
"Blair you are young and impulsive. Your mind is fickle and vain. I look forward to watching you grow into the person you're meant to become. As you age our relationship will only mature," he pleaded. "The way I feel about you can never change. You can't begin to grasp how much I care…"
"Oh God," she groaned. "If this is another one of your 'feeble human cannot contemplate this or that…' spiels I swear to God you're going to be contemplating finding a new girlfriend." He chuckled and looked downward. "And I am neither fickle nor impulsive."
"Sure you're not."
She scowled at him. "Fine I'm fickle and vain and that's why you don't want me around forever."
He sighed and enfolded her in his arms, resting his chin atop her head. "Of course not, Blair. These things are all a part of your charm and I will spend one lifetime making you blithely aware of that."
She pouted and turned away from him. "I see how it's going to be," she grumbled, stalking back over to the bed and plopping onto it dejectedly. "You're just going to let me get old and die. Oh you'll mourn me alright but then eventually some new girl will come along. She'll be all sweet and nice. Nothing like me at all. She'll console you on your loss. You'll open up to her and do all the things you were too "careful" to do with me. And not baring the thought of loosing someone twice, you'll turn her. And the two of you will spend forever forgetting all about me while I turn over in my grave."
Edward sighed and raked his hand through his tousled bronze locks. He approached her slowly, dropping before her to his knees so that his eyes were aligned to her chest. "Blair, do you have any idea how much you mean to me? I want to be with you. Only you. If I thought this life was anything short of a living purgatory I wouldn't hesitate to make you mine forever."
"And when I'm gone?" she said. "You might be able to protect me from James or Victoria but you can't shield me from timely death."
He let out a forlorn breath and let his head fall on the bed between her knees. "Blair, isn't it enough to live long and happy life with me?"
She exhaled loudly, stroking his hair in a way that reminded her of a sculpture of the Madonna. He looked so much like a fallen angel at her feet. "Fine," she said. "But you have to promise me you'll join a monastery or something after I'm gone."
His nimble fingers began to play the piano against her skin, an upwards moving scale starting from her knees. She knotted her lips when she felt his cool lips touch her inner thigh.
"You are my only reason to stay alive," he murmured against her creamy skin reverently hiking kisses upward. "There can never be anyone after you."
"What does that mean?" she asked, her thighs quivering a bit.
He placed a kiss between her thighs over her black shorts then stood up to capture her mouth. "It means we have 15 minute until Mr. Swan comes home from work." He shoved her down gently until her hair fanned the pillows.
"You're deflecting," Blair whined, her voice sounding impetuous yet distant.
He arrested her mouth with his again, his body hovering over her. With his elbow to the bed, he kept the brunt of his weight off of her as they kissed, his other hand, unbuttoning her shorts deftly. She was going to protest to his dismissing her feelings but only a very acquiescent moan escaped her lips. He lips curled against her mouth in that smug fashion. "Seriously. Kill me now," she whined.
She felt his body go rigid next to her. She looked up from his naughty hand to see him eyeing her with a strange look. A very dark strange look. A nervous laugh flurried from lips. "I mean…don't actually kill me…" she hedged nervously.
The muscles along his jaw twitched but he said nothing. His eyes were honey light but flickering as if grappling with something. "Blair," he said after a long pause. His voice was gruff and strained. She flinched when his cold hand touched her chin. His eyes flickered away and then back again. What was he keeping from her? "Be careful what you say around people…what you tell them to do, alright?"
"What?" Her eyes winced with astonishment. "What does that even mean?"
"Nothing." He suddenly smiled. "Nevermind."
She gave him a wary look. "What do you know that I don't?"
"Lots." He caught her wrist in his hand before she could smack the smirk off his face.
She shot him a warning glare.
"I'm just saying. Careful with that mouth of yours, Blair." He pressed his lips to her inner wrist. "That beautiful very plush and warm mouth of yours."
AN: Food for reviewer thought. Anyone confused about that last part? You should PROBABLY read the prequel chapter in The Vampire and the Socialite called, The Damsel who Distresses. I mean it's not necessary but maybe it will shed some light. I will in due time. What do we think about their relationship? Forks High post-Rosalie? The pink-lacey bra wearing elephant in the room? Review and let me know your thoughts.
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