Give Me The Platform Tonight
Chapter 1: The New Old Kid on the Block
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl.
It was twenty minutes later when Blair knocked harshly on the address she had registered to Georgie Twinkle. After waiting for a couple of moments, she raised her fist and whacked the door again, before finally giving it an impatient kick with her Louboutin heel.
"Coming, bitch!"
Blair heard the faint yell from inside the house. Georgina Sparks had never been widely known for her political correctness.
"You're interrupting m-"
Georgina first snarled after wrenching the door open, not realizing exactly who her visitor was. Her face then relaxed into a smirk.
"You found me."
She stated as Blair took in that she was wearing a tank top and some guy's boxer. Good, that was exactly what she was here for. Well, not exactly boxers.
"Of course I found you. Georgie Twinkle? Was that the most covert thing you could think of?"
Gerogina crossed her arms over her chest defensively.
"I was high off life at the time."
Blair rolled her eyes and hitched her leather purse up her shoulder primly.
"If that's your new name for crack."
Georgina's smirk widened.
"She's witty. What can I do for you, Waldorf?"
"Well, I-"
She was interrupted when a red head poked his mussed head out from around the corner of the hallway into the flat.
"Can we get back to business here?"
He whined exasperatedly, nodding his head imperiously as if he actually expected Georgina to oblige him.
There were two choices. A) He was drunk off his ass or B) He didn't know Georgina Sparks at all.
"You can go now."
Georgina commanded to him, obviously taking in his tone with amusement. The guy stared at her unbelievingly until she jerked her head pointedly. He stomped angrily back into the other room and came out holding his shirt in one hand.
"I need my boxers." He scowled at her, pointing to the plaid undergarment on her body.
"Go commando. I'm sure you won't mind."
Georgina scowled back, dismissing him by turning away and not noticing as he traipsed past them out the door, grumbling to himself. Blair could barely suppress a smile as she caught the words.
"Pyscho fucking bitch."
It seemed to be the common international view on Georgina Sparks.
"So what's the princess doing here?" The girl herself addressed Blair.
Blair noticed that she was still standing rather awkwardly outside the house and she stepped forward, leaning against the frame of the door.
"I want to go have stupid, wild fun. I want to get butt drunk, table dance and have sex with random frat boys. I don't want to be me anymore."
Georgina raised her eyebrows at Blair's little outburst.
"I'm assuming my little virgin queen isn't serious about the frat guys. They can get pretty kinky."
She should know. Blair pressed her lips together into a thin line.
"I'm no Elizabeth." She denied.
"Right now, I just want to party so hard I can't think straight. And nobody's better at that than you."
Georgina tapped a finger against her chin.
"It's true, nobody does that better than me."
Blair waited anxiously as the other girl continued to deliberate before shrugging.
"Why not? Let's go."
Blair straightened up, smoothing her silk dress. It wasn't a Eleanor Waldorf original. She had already decided that she wasn't wearing those anymore.
"Where to? I have a driver on call for the whole night."
Blair turned around and started to grope in her purse for her cell phone when Georgina's hand clamped down on her arm.
"Call him off and change your clothes. We're going to have a real night out, not a tea party."
Blair opened her mouth to complain and Georgina cut her off.
"You came to me so it's going to be my night with my rules, understand?"
Blair nodded slowly.
Understood.
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Two clubs, ten martinis, one white pill later, Blair Waldorf had been pulled off a table and her earlobe was currently being explored by someone's tongue. She didn't know who. But it didn't matter, this all felt too good. Sure, his tongue was too rough and not gentle enough, but she could pretend. In fact, she was very good at that.
But she didn't get why she had never done this before. Spent a night out feeling nothing but exhilarating highs and the sense that she was gorgeous and wanted by males across the city. Maybe she was wearing enough eyeliner to draw the large world map and the leather leggings and red hooker heels weren't her thing, but it didn't mean that this was any less intoxicating.
She was intoxicated. Very, very intoxicated.
"Let's go up stairs to the suites." The guy whispered into her wet ear.
"Okay."
She whispered back as he grabbed her waist.
Upstairs. Why not?
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She's late. She's never late. The bell's going to ring any second now and she's not here. Blair has never done that before.
But things have changed around here and he's the cause of it.
But when Blair Waldorf jumps out of a cab and half struts, half walks to the courtyard, a satisfied smile touching her face, he is still surprised. Out. Of. His. Effing. Mind.
Her clothes are a sexy rumpled mess of leather, black and everything else un-Blair. Smudged make-up covers her face and her hair looks tousled. She looks different. She looks like a hot, confident, dangerous, roll-out-of-bed girl. He's not sure if he likes it, but others in the school definitely do.
And she knows it, by the way she flashes a self-assured smile to everyone in her way.
An old bitch was back new.
Hold on, what did B do last night, nobody knows. Or maybe who she did? Better question yet, just who did she become last night?
A/N: This is going to be a chapter story and I'm so insecure with those and reviews would really help. Like I'm begging here.
