(I hope you liked the first chapter, it was a bit boring but this one is better I hope!)

Hello upper east siders! Gossip Girl here.

My useful source has sent me quite a pleasing tip off and a picture. Here seen is a cute little family in from London. Who are the two blonde princesses? Let's show these ladies a good time shall we? Looks like there's some competition in town girls…

After we were all moved in and everyone had claimed their space we settled downstairs in the living room. I had to admit the house was gorgeous, everything was oak or granite or marble and it was just huge. I always imagined us living in some apartment that wouldn't even come close to comparing with the flat back home. Rebecca was already in her tiny little pink satin nightgown that was lined with white boys and had her bunny slippers that were white and pink on as well. She looked adorable with her rosy cheeks and perfect hair. Molly and I hadn't changed yet but we both looked tired and bored which made me sad. I didn't want to leave all my friends, I was Queen Bee back home as was Molly and now our parents were taking us away to come live in Manhattan. I mean, please.

"Well darlings! Don't you just loovvee the new place?" For one she dragged on love again like we were on some T.V show plus she called us darlings, not children, or daughters nope, darlings.

"The flat at home had a nicer neighborhood I find." Molly said arching her eyebrows rudely. I stifled a giggle.

"And my room is a little bit tinier then I anticipated." I added. Our parents didn't even flinch, they could care less what we thought or felt as long as they were getting paid.

"Well I like it!" Rebecca said indignantly. Molly and I rolled our eyes, she was always the suck-up of the family. Matilda smiled which made her skin look like tight rubber from all of the botox. "Well of course you do my little angel!" She picked up Rebecca and twirled her around the room. My jaw dropped and as I stole a glance at Molly I noticed her eyes were as wide as dinner plates. Matilda didn't show emotion and she certainly never picked Molly or I up and twirled us around the house. I grinded my teeth trying to find calm. I felt such repulsion towards Rebecca sometimes but mostly towards my mother. The mother who had raised Molly and I without love and attention but instead dumped us with a nanny who had become the mother I never really had. Nanny Lola was left behind as well which was the hardest thing for Molly and me to bear. She had been our best friend growing up other then each other and now she was just a memory.

Patrick was sipping his scotch quietly on the couch not paying attention to anyone must his own thoughts. I stood up abruptly and stomped outside. I couldn't stand being in a room with something so fake for too long. My parents didn't really love each other and my mum had had countless affairs. Molly and I had come home from a party late once when Patrick was away on a business trip probably banging his secretary when I walked in on her. Molly was brushing her teeth, Rebecca wasn't born yet and I went to go tell her we'd arrived safely. I opened the door and heard moaning and panting, yes absolutely disgusting I know. It clicked immediately that Patrick was out of town so I flipped on the light and started yelling. "YOU WHORE! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" I was screaming and soon Molly joined me. My mother was naked atop my, get this, my math teacher at school who couldn't be a day over 20. He was bright red but still had his hands wrapped around my mothers arse. Matilda didn't even flinch that's what hurt the most, "Get out and close the door Eleanor. I thought I told you to knock before entering my room?" That was it. That was all she said. Molly and I turned quickly and slammed the door for an added touch. We waited outside the door sending each other vibes and we wondered whether we should call Patrick or—something at least. It took not more then 30 seconds before the moaning and rocking and panting started up again. "Disgusting." Molly had mumbled before walking silently back to her room. I went to my room as well but it happened to be right beside Matilda and Patrick's bedroom. The worst part of it all was the fact that I heard her talking to him, yes, in the disgusting way saying harder and faster so I threw something at the wall, a book possibly and stomped to Molly's room. I crawled into her bed and we started to cry because it hurt to know that your parents didn't love each other anymore. It also hurt because that was when I was 10. Now I was seventeen and I caught my mother a few more times either having sex, giving oral, receiving oral with many men and none of them were ever the same. Except for Ricky. I hated Ricky. He was the only one that came numerous times and—well I hated him.

Outside in the garden I could breathe normally. I walked over to the swing hanging from a tree and tried to be calm. I looked over and saw the gardener still hunched over some type of pretty pink flowerbed. He looked absolutely delicious from the back. The shirt he wore was clinging to his muscular back and his arms were visible and very large. I couldn't help but note his huge feet and hands. I smiled at the challenge and walked quietly over to him.

"Hello there!" I said brightly. I sounded so adorable with my accent I knew it drove Americans bonkers.

"Oh, hi…" He mumbled still focusing on the flowers. I was taken aback to say the least, he hadn't even looked at me.

"Well what's your name?"

"Michael." He still hadn't looked. I bit my lip trying not to get impatient. I took off my little sweater atop my shoulders to reveal my bare ivory colour shoulders. I had a very nice figure and I worked hard to get it. I was a b-cup and this dress made my boobs look absolutely perfect so I knew that one look and I'd have him. I hitched the dress up a bit around my thighs and started to circle behind him. I knew the dress hugged my arse in the perfect place so I knew that if he turned to look at me from behind he'd want to know what my name was. My hair was down to the middle of my back and I flipped it a bit for good measure. I was wandering towards the pool house trying to look curious and mysterious but I was really just concentrating on having Michael look at me. I stole a subtle glance and saw his eyes glued to me. Voilà. "What did you say your name was?" He called to me.

"I'm Ella; do you know what kind of flower this is?" I raised my eyebrows seductively pointing to a flowerbed behind the pool house knowing he couldn't see from his angle. He stood up and put his hands in his pocket, they were dirt stained but it made him look rustic. He seemed Italian of some sort. His black hair was short but it suited him. He was very close now; I could smell his sweet cologne that mixed with my floral scent. He leaned precariously over me our bodies brushing each others softly to gaze at the flowers. "Those are geraniums Ella." He said it so matter-of-factly but it turned me on intensely.

"Oh, I see." I smiled sexily and started to make my way back to the house. Nothing cheered me up like a good boy challenge. I was at the patio when he called to me again. Typical boy. "You dropped this!" I looked around and saw him holding my silk shawl in his hands. It looked so tiny in comparison to his beautiful hands. I smiled and walked over to him with surprising speed considering my pumps heels. "Why thank you." I said quietly. I gave him one last glance with my eyes and turned away. "I'll be working on the garden every second day—you know, if you're here." He said it shyly. I turned around cocking my head cutely and giggled quietly. "Alright then." I turned and walked into the house giving him one last sexy look at my body. When I was back in the house Matilda and Rebecca were upstairs, Molly was gone but Patrick was still moping on the couch. I rolled my eyes and went back outside. No way was I going to stay in here and soak up in Patrick's misery. I knew that I was trying to be a tease but he was a gardener, it's not like he actually went to school or knew the right kind of people who could ruin me. He smiled when he saw me but I didn't even glance in his direction. I guess I could still be a tease. I walked straight towards the orchard with the pretty trees and a little trail. There was a pond in one corner and a fountain in another and as the trail went deeper I found a nice little bench to perch myself on. I guessed two minutes before he appeared before me.

It took 1 minute.

(Sorry for that kind of dirty chapter but come on, it's Gossip Girl we're talking about!)