Yes, I am reusing Gossip Girl like in Once an Alpha, Always an Alpha. But it won't play such a big part as in that story.

Massie,

As Claire logged off to watch an inflight movie and Dylan said she had to Skype with her mom, I closed my laptop, and I looked around my giant bedroom.

Like the crème white of the iPad, my room in New York, this room was lilac and different shades of purple.

It had been the last thing my mother had finished with me before she started spending more time in the flat in London, and she had made it amazing, I had to admit.

The walls were lilac with white chrome molding, and the floors were dark hardwood. All the drapes were a dark punch of purple, with the sheer over the door to the grand balcony being a shade in between lilac and dark purple. My bed spread was mauve silk, and the canopy was sheer lilac.

The furniture was mostly purple. My bedpost was white, and the bench at the foot of my bed was grey silk. On the wall over the fireplace, we had purple curtains drawing away from the plasma screen, and the couch was grey as well with a lilac shag rug. My desk was white with a purple chair, and my closet had been full of too many colorful clothes to follow the purple criteria, so the door was kept shut.

Usually, when I sat in my room, I felt royal and relaxed with all of the purple and the natural light, but not today.

In fact, I felt otherwise.

In Paris, I had been able to push off my worries with the difference of my surroundings. I smelled coffee and bagels in the morning instead of our cook's delicious eggs benedict, and I saw pure white and modern instead of the old house here. I saw the Eiffel tower instead of the countryside.

But I was back to familiarity, and familiarity brought back my worries…

School started in four days, and I was completely prepared. I had my outfit prepared for my first day of school, and I already had signed up for all of the classes I wanted. My SUV was waiting in the garage for the drive to school, and I had my backpack already packed.

I should have had nothing to worry about. I had taken care of everything I needed to take care of and more, but that wasn't why I was freaking out.

As my old friend, Emma, had called me, I was Super Woman. My car could break down, and I could turn walking into being fashionably late. I could lose my hair from stress and make everyone else shave their head and get cute scarves like me. I could make do of just about anything.

I was worried about him…

Sir James Winthrop II.

We met on the plane to London, and we became best friends over Christmas break. By the time school was starting, we both liked each other, and we were the schools most popular couple by Valentine's Day.

More than that, he was my first long-time boyfriend. I didn't just date him because he was hot (which he definitely was), or sporty (he was captain of the soccer team), or even popular (which he also was). I really liked him. He made me laugh and relax and feel like I was invincible.

Well, that was how it was in the beginning.

By that summer, I was beginning to think that I might actually love him. By Halloween that year, I knew, and, by Christmas, I had told him and he had told me. For the next four months, we were really happy. Despite myself, I thought that we could really be it.

And things changed one fateful day in April when he stopped by…

With just a few words, he broke my heart, and, before I could even find the strength to scream at him, he was in his parent's town car. For the last month of school, he was on a mission trip in Africa that the school gave him an excused absence for.

Ever since, no one had heard from him, or, if they had, they didn't tell me.

But now school was starting back…

James was a second generation KISS student. He went to camp there from the time he was a child. He had attended all of the games since the time he was seven, and he started at the school when he was thirteen. This was basically his school.

Just because he jetted off in April, would he ditch us now?

"Is he back?" I wondered aloud, looking up to the ceiling.

I shook off my thoughts, reminding me of the hatred that had grown for him since he left, and I got off my bed to the luxurious bathroom, starting a lilac bubble bath as I stripped out of my designer sun dress, throwing it into the hamper.

This year is not about James. This is about you and your friends, I told myself, getting into the warm tub, and I took a deep relaxed breath.

The summer was his. The summer was wearing chic black dresses and big black sunglasses as I looked at happy couples in Paris, looking like I was in mourning. The summer was drinking strong black coffee and wandering through the city, wearing out my Amex as I mourned. And the summer was going to Monte Carlo and only watching not dating the hot super-hot guys at the pool.

"And now to make sure I stay relaxed," I dried my hands with a towel and grabbed my iPhone from a plush chair, and I was about to make reservations for a spa day tomorrow with the girls when I got an alert from Gossip Girl.

Gossip Girl was a hit show in America, and it had done well in the UK.

About a year ago, some girl decided to make a little gossip blog for KISS. Somehow, the gossip blog grew and grew until it had its own app, countless followers, and was trusted by almost every KISS student who had any access to the internet.

Urgent, blinked on the alert, and I pressed the button, ready to hear another story about my friends coming to town. Everyone had been talking about it since I first mentioned them before the summer.

Beautiful morning, eh?

Full of trains, town cars, and planes are getting in to the wonderful England from a fun summer for all of our elite students. The air smells like strong coffee to cure jet lag and hangovers, and everyone is buzzing around with all of the latest summer vacation gossip.

But the best gossip didn't happen on a beach or the mountains or even metropolitan flats. Our best news happened right here in good old London, England.

And now that our queen bee, Massie Block, has stepped foot back on English soil after spending a summer with her mother in Paris, we have to break the news.

Sorry, M. You have to hear it some time.

Spotted, Sir James Winthrop getting out of a town car in London.

I wonder if his queen is just as happy to see him as we are…

XO XO

Gossip Girl

I almost dropped my phone in the tub, and my eyes widened at the picture of James in our favorite tea shop in London.

Dylan,

I waited impatiently as the car slowly made its way from the airport to the countryside estate of the Blocks.

My watch said that I was an hour early, and I quickly sent Massie a text that I would be there soon. But Massie hadn't answered, making me worry for my Alpha.

Massie had been standing by her phone at all times for the last week as we all got ready to go to London, and there had never been a text left unanswered by her in that time, even if some of them were drunk texts from her night out on the town with a French friend, Ali.

I knew she was probably tired or sleeping off the Champaign from the train, but my worry got the better of me. And my super slow driver wasn't helping anything.

Rolling my eyes, I turned my Galaxy S3 on its side and shot off a text to my best friend.

Mass? You there?

I pressed send and leaned back.

I should have been comfortable in the town car arranged by Massie. On a red iPad 2, she had my favorite movie, Mean Girls, playing for the drive. There was Champaign waiting for me in the car, along with my favorite treats, and the seats were warmed to the perfect temperature.

Like everything Massie did, it was perfect down to the details.

Which is why this shocked me so much.

She had been planning everything about tonight for the last four months, and it was here. Yet, I had heard nothing.

"How much longer do we have?" I asked the driver, leaning up to look at him.

"We are almost there, Ms. Marvil," the driver's accent was so British I almost didn't understand it, but I had heard that so much that I didn't to hear it again.

I looked out the window to the estates with last names written on gold plates by the gate, the names being more impressive to some than the estates. I watched the long names pass by me, and the space between each of them was getting bigger and bigger.

Until finally I saw the golden plate for The Blocks.

Even though I had seen it before and spent three weeks in the grand castle, I still had to stop and stare in awe at the beautiful mansion, in awe at how it felt like it was picked up from the year it was built and just added a few upgrades like plumbing and electricity.

The town car pulled into the circular driveway, and I smiled wide as the car stopped.

"I will bring your bags inside," the driver told me, and I could barely even register his voice in excitement. I shoulder my traveling tote back, and I opened the door to take a step on the gravel.

The first step for a new life and a new Dylan. This calls for Champaign.

I walked up to the front door, and I pushed it open with ease, expecting my best friend to be standing there with drinks and a big "I fooled you," smile.

But it was empty except for party planners in the great room.

"You're early, too?!" one complained.

"Where is Massie?"

The party planners shrugged and went back to work while Mr. Block made his way to me.

"Dylan! Darling, it's been so long!" he wrapped me up in a hug.

"Um, where's Massie? I've been texting her for an hour, and I haven't heard back," I pushed my carnation red hair behind my ear.

"Hmm, she should be in her room. By the way, once you get up there, you can't come back down. I was throwing a little surprise party for you girls, but you and Massie got home early."

"Oh, um, of course. Great to see you, Mr. Block. I'll go find Massie," I smiled at him, and I started up the stairs towards Massie's wing.

I passed by what was supposed to be my room and what was supposed to be Claire's room, and I worked my way to the end of the hall where Massie's gorgeous bedroom awaited me.

"Massie? I'm here!" I smiled opening the door wide, and I was expecting a hug. But what I saw just made me gasp.

Massie was on the bed, chocolate and Champaign beside her on the night table. Only wearing her lilac silk robe, she was hugging her knees as she tried to fight off an impending freak-out. She was almost shaking from keeping it all in.

"What happened?" I dropped my bag and rushed towards her.

"He's back."

"Who?"

"James!" Massie hid her head in a pillow, and it all let loose.

"I thought you were over him," I rubbed her back, "That he was just a jerk. That you deserved better."

"But that was when I thought he was in Africa or something! He's in London!"

"You saw him?"

"No," Massie sat up, drinking more from her glass, "Gossip Girl. They have pictures. He went to our tea shop."

Massie took a big bite of Hershey's bar.

"I've never seen you like this, like ever," I wasn't sure what to do.

Massie was always calm. Always collected. And got even, not sad.

Usually, she would be sliding into stilettos, changing her Facebook picture to something hotter, and getting one of his friends on the phone.

But she was…crying.

"I never got a break-up point. He-He was in Africa. The city was mine, I didn't have to worry about seeing him. Or him going to our favorite places. Or… or wearing his hair how I like. Or-or d-dating other girls," Massie started crying.

"I know," I rubbed her back again.

"We were together for a year," Massie moved over to let me in the bed, and I made myself a glass of Champaign, "I haven't even had the same pair of shoes for a year. I told him I loved him, and he said he loved me. And I know it sounds cliché. The teenage girl gets her heart broken when she believes a guy who says he loves her, but I did. He-he looked like he meant it."

I nodded, drinking a sip of Champaign and adding some more to her glass.

"We had just made it official during Christmas break!" Massie took a bite of chocolate and a sip of wine, "Did you know we were making plans for him to come and spend a month in Paris this summer? And then poof. He breaks up with me and gets on a plane for Africa!"

"He was stupid to let you go."

"But why did he do it? We were so happy!"

"I don't know. But he made a big mistake, and we're going to show him."

"We are?"

"Your dad is throwing a big surprise party, and we have four hours and credit cards. Let's make him bawl with regret when he sees those pictures on Gossip Girl."

"You're right," Massie nodded, sitting up in bed, "I am Massie Block. I'm better than this."

"Yes you are!"

"And I am going to show him what he is missing!" Massie stood triumphantly.

"Exactly!" I climbed over to stand next to her.

"I love you, Dylan! Gawd, I missed you!" she hugged me, and I smiled.

"Just let me get dressed."

"And let me finish my drink."

Massie smiled as I took a sip of wine.

Claire,

While Cam and Layne took a bite of the sushi Massie sent with the car, I looked back to my cell phone to look through the pictures of the shopping adventure Dylan and Massie documented with their smart phones so that "I could be there with them."

I suddenly wished I had chosen to take the early flight instead of hanging out with Cam and Layne on the plane. It had been a good plan when Massie was supposed to be staying for dinner with her mom and getting a train in afterwards and Dylan having to do something with her family so she would fly in later.

But Massie's mom had a date, and she took the train into London around lunch, and Dylan arrived two hours later. So, while I was watching Betsy's Wedding on the plane, they were in the heart of London, getting party dresses for tonight

"So, a not-surprise surprise party? Why do we have to come?" Layne asked, looking at me.

"Because Massie wants you there. I thought you said you two got along at school."

"Because we saw each other at lunch and said hello at the supermarket. I wasn't staying for a party and spending the night in her guest room."

"Hey, I have to do it, too," Cam smirked.

"Oh yeah, staying the night with your girlfriend before moving into a strict boarding school. We are soo in the same boat," Layne rolled her eyes, straightening her boots.

"Claire and I will be fine, Layne. You're just not over your split with Aiden."

"Hadyn," Layne corrected, moaning, "And I was over him until you had to go and bring him up!"

"I thought he moved to Dubai because his mom was getting remarried and that you broke up with him," I looked between Cam and Layne.

"He did, and I did. Doesn't mean I don't miss him," Layne shrugged.

"It's all she's talked about at band practice."

As Layne and Cam continued on about their old middle school band that was more of an excuse to hang out in the basement and play video games, I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.

I had been able to handle Cam working all summer and not having time with me, and I could just ignore the fact that he only talked about KISS in the little time he had for me. I could even let go of his sudden interest in London and its culture.

But Layne not telling me things like missing her ex-boyfriend? And telling Cam?

Layne had been my best friend since I first moved to Westchester and attended OCD, and we told each other everything, even stuff we didn't want to know to know about each other. Yes, Cam and Layne had also been friends for years, but it was different.

I was her best friend, and she wasn't telling me things!

Claire, stop it. You're overreacting. So what she didn't tell you she missed her ex. It's not the end of the world, and you can't be so territorial, I reminded myself.

But I was so paranoid about KISS.

I had come to London so that I wouldn't have to lose Cam to KISS, but I felt like I already had. His heart belonged to the school, and I didn't know where I was. And now I worried that I had lost my best friend and didn't even know it…

"This is it," the driver broke me out of my thoughts as he pulled up to the circular driveway of the Block Castle.

"Wow," Cam muttered, "Definitely Massie's style."

Layne didn't say anything, she just opened the car door and started out, me following her.

I had to admit Layne was beautiful.

Her long ink black hair was tied in a braid down her back to show her silver chain earrings. She had a sweetheart face, dark brown eyes, a roman nose with a silver stud, and a funny smile. Her stockings were ripped, and her thin body was shown off in a lose tunic dress with the name of her favorite band sprayed across it.

We didn't look much alike. My hair was blonde, and I had it curled. My eyes were blue, and I was petite. I was wearing a pair of jeans and a light blue V-Neck tee shirt, and everyone always said I looked "delicate" or that I looked like Jenny from Gossip Girl.

For years, people had always stopped and stare when they saw us together, as if wondering if we were step-sisters or something.

"I will take your bags up," the driver began.

"Oh leave the bags with Cam and Layne on it. We're driving off to KISS tomorrow," Layne told the driver, and I frowned again.

"Of course," the driver grabbed my power blue luggage set, and Cam draped his arm around me.

"To the party," he kissed my cheek, and I smiled as I went up the stairs with him, and Layne opened the door before Cam could even move to it.

"Surprise!"

I gasped.

But it wasn't at the party.

I already knew about that.

It wasn't at the amazing turn out.

I expected that because of Massie.

It wasn't even my amazing acting skills.

It was the house…

Or castle I better say.

I had been here before, but I had forgotten the splendor of the place, especially when it was twinkling with lights, sparkly party dresses, and expensive Champaign.

"Claire!"

Dylan ran off to me, wrapping me up in a hug before I could process everything.

Dylan was beautiful. She was about 5'10, being three inches taller than me not including the stellar heels she was wearing. Her read hair was thick and curly, and it reminded me of Christmas. Her eyes were green, and face had a single freckle above her eye. She was wearing ruby red lipstick and a loose green dress on her curvy figure.

"Ehmagawd!"

And there she was.

Massie Block.

Massie Block was a goddess.

Her hair was long and brown with caramel highlights, and it was naturally wavy. Her smile was dazzling had never needed braces to be that way. She had a perfect body at a comfortable size six, and she proudly showed off her non-implant C-Cups. Her legs were long and lean, and her waist was tiny. Her nose was perfectly sculpted, as were her lips, and everyone thought she had gotten this from a scalpel. But this was all Massie.

Tonight, she looked even better than usual.

Her long hair was tied in a perfect half-up bun, and her Ralf Lauren red dress looked like it had been designed for her. She was wearing a new ruby set, and her lips were as red as her dress.

Massie looked like she had spent the entire summer planning that outfit, and it was hard to imagine that she had picked it out just a few hours ago.

"Claire!" she smiled, hugging me tightly as soon as Dylan let her go.

I couldn't even say hello before she wrapped her hand around mine.

"Come on, I have a dress for you!" she hurried me up the stairs, and Dylan followed.

I would have felt bad about leaving Layne and Cam in a room full of British strangers, but, as I looked over as I was going up the stairs, Layne was showing Cam off to her friends from KISS. And he seemed to be doing alright…

I smiled racing after my girlfriends.