THE FIVE

by TheCaviarPen

"Just like the mob, New York prep schools have their own five families." - Gossip Girl. A story set in reel time of the Gossip Girl universe. The original elites are adults and it's time for the new crop to reek havoc. Five girls with aristocratic lineage, luxury taste buds and an attraction for drama.

3. We R'NT WHO WE R

Gᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ɢᴏᴡɴꜱ. Aʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ, ꜱʜɪᴍᴍᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜᴀɪʀ, ғᴜʟʟ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴜɴᴡᴀʏ ϙᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ. Tʜᴇɪʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ. Tʜᴇɪʀ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅɪɴɢ. Tʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ғᴀꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ. Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇʟɪᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴅᴀᴡɴ. Wʜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ, ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ. Dᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇʀ ꜱʜᴏᴇꜱ, ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇʀ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴜxᴇ, ʀᴜᴍᴏʀꜱ, ᴇɴᴠʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘʟᴇɴᴅᴏʀ. Sᴏᴄɪᴀʟɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇʙᴜᴛᴀɴᴛᴇꜱ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴜᴛᴇ ᴊᴏᴀɪʟʟᴇʀɪᴇ.

TRIGGER WARNING. GRAPHIC VIOLENCE DESCRIPTION.

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ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇs ᴏғ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs, ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ᴀʙʙʀᴇᴠɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ. ɴᴀᴍᴇʟʏ, ᴍᴇ.

ʜᴇʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ!

B WAS SEEN AT JFK

ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ 'ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ' ɢᴀᴍᴇs sᴛᴀʀᴛ, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ 'ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ [ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ]'? ʏᴏᴜ sᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴇ-ᴍᴀɪʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙᴀᴅ?

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Hot and dangerous
If you're one of us, then roll with us

Another day, another department store mirror. Currently, it was Bloomingdales on Third and Yale-Rose was trying on - and picking up her Viktor&Rolf dress for 'Kiss on The Lips'. It was a 60s couture-inspired mini dress with petite shoulders and a bejewelled collar of handcrafted 3D plexiglass flowers and crystals. The flowers formed an armoured bodice and cascade down the sculptural a-line volume of the dress. Very Ariana Grande who was Yale's favorite. She planned on doning the singers signature hairstyle with a nod to Twiggy's iconic makeup style. Her mother, Angela Anders-Rockefeller approved. 'Kiss on the Lips' started as a Central Park charity to save a bird that Yale could never remember seeing at the park, but it grew to become a larger than life event ran by fashion designer Blair Waldorf who started it when she was Yale's age. This year they were raising money for the Black-footed ferret, and Yale was determined to throw a Blair-esque party and earn herself an internship at Waldorf Designs. Yale had it all figured out and 'Kiss on the Lips' had been trending up until Boe Hilton's 'return'. She couldn't get away from someone mentioning it.

"You and Prince are the modern JFK and Jackie K." Angela, Yale's mother gushed. Yale having herself a political figure as a beau was a goal for an Upper East Side mother. Though Angela grew up in Hollywood movies and TV, staring in the golden era of pop culture with Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan, Angela left the lifestyle as soon as she heard her blind date at Snctm last name was 'Rockefeller'. She caught her flight at the JFK and never turned back - aside from her trips on Rodeo. Yale posed and grinned at the older version of herself, loving the sound of it all. Angela hadn't grown up in the elite circle. Atleast not high society's version. She wasn't forced to be perfect which is why Yale could relate to her mother and turn to her when she made mistakes unlike the other mothers on Chelsea. "What's wrong?" Angela blinked her blue eyes, examining her daughters facial expression.

"I haven't even spoken to him in days." Yale rubbed her lips together. She couldn't have anyone thinking their was trouble in her aristocratic paradise. Girls and guys were lining up to come between the legacy that Yale-Rose Rockefeller and Prince Hilton were meant to manufacture. Yale had been avoiding Prince at first. And although it was completely on her at first, her boyfriend stopped reaching out. "He's so tied up in this Boe thing." The dark haired girl looked at her 'tiramisu for two' toned ballerina manicure and thought about what she wanted to actually say out loud. "Gigi thinks Prince already knows where Boe is."

"And you think Prince already knows what happened between you and Boe?" Angela whispered the final parts of her sentence. 'What happened' between Yale and Boe was something she never wanted to talk about out loud. It was a moment of weakness that she often thought about despite knowing she shouldn't. At Boe's birthday party pre-disappearance, Prince and Yale had plans on losing their virginity together. The theme was 'Tarantino' where everyone dressed as characters from the iconic directors movies. The couple made their appearance as the parties best version of Vincent Vega and Mia Wallace. Yale wore a sleek, dark banged bob and a Ralph Lauren button-down shirt. Her legs were long and toned and up in the air for 'Mr. Blonde' as 'Misirlou' played in the background. She was drunk, Boe was as charming as usual and it was her very first time. Ofcourse it wasn't supposed to happen. She felt like an idiot becoming just another girl on Boe Hilton's 'Ponied-List' which was the main reason she wasn't excited about his return. That night, Marpessa Monroe walked in on them and had a bitch fit. Boe disappeared and Yale was sure Marpessa liked having something over her head for years now. Naturally, Yale ran to Angela in tears the same night and confided in her. This was the only thing that has ever happened in Yale's life that she didn't tell Gigi. But she could feel the Upper East Side's best kept secret was about to be exposed.

"I feel like there's a reason I haven't talked to him since Boe got back." Yale said sadly. "I don't even know if I have a date to the biggest event of the season."

"Listen to me," Angela demanded. "You're Yale Rockefeller. You aren't defined by being Prince Hilton's girlfriend." Angela spoke smoothly. Her mothers voice was like asmr for Yale. It seriously soothed her.

"Mom, I..." Yale choked back. She loved Prince. She knew their future was amazing and she had a dark cloud over her entire relationship for three years now. Yale spent the majority of her life being inlove with Prince and being best friends with Gigi. She couldn't let everything crumble. "Does Aunt Jessie know where he is yet?" Jessica Hilton was Prince's mother and Angela's best friend. When Angela was only twenty years old, she met Brock Rockefeller and was whisked into his lifestyle. Jessica was apart of that. The Rockefeller/Hilton family history was a long one and before their were couples in the Upper East Side like Blair Waldorf and Nate Archibald, their was actually Brock Rockefeller and Jessica Buckley. They were supposed to be massive but they broke up because Brock had too many scandals linked to his name. Coming back to New York with a tabloid princess didn't make things better, but while everyone expected Jessica and Angela to have drama - Jessica reached out to Angela and tucked her under her wing. She helped polish Angela's image and the rest was history.

"She has her P.I's on it." Angela answered, glancing at her cellphone. Angela Anders was the UES Cinderella story. After Angela's big move to Manhattan she enrolled and graduated from NYSID. Her new last name scored her a job as the 'home and accessories' interior design specialist of Tiffany & Co. Yale listened slightly distracting herself with the thought of her night with Boe being exposed. "They fucking suck." Angela grinned, giggling slightly. Angela pretended to be 'high-tea' with everyone except Yale and Brock.

"Mom if he ruins 'Kiss' and everything else I've built since that night ..." Yale posed in the mirror, "We have to get ahead of this." Yale demanded. Her life was perfect. Her image was perfect and she didn't waste her time under Marpessa Monroe's thumb for nothing. "I need shoes." Yale tilted her toes in her classic pointe stance before standing up straight to see how her legs looked in the large dress. "Platforms." She added simply.

"What's Gigi wearing?"

"A pink Viktor&Rolf dress." Yale answered. Usually the girls consulted with eachother. They always wore the same designer- and the same collection to major events to show their strong front. The girls were constantly put against eachother since starting the ninth grade. Their were fan pages and Gossip Girl polls dedicated to the fact that Gigi Hilton should be the Constance Queen over Yale. Gigi had a different type of 'it' factor. She was rebellious, cool without trying and very suave. Yale couldn't relate. There was a structure she had that made her better equipt to be the Don. Yale loved Gigi, but the blonde would have the heiressosy in shambles if she lead it.

"You girls are adorable when you do that." Angela smiled, approvingly. Yale didn't aim to be 'adorable' and Gigi's natural ora was 'sex'. Their was nothing adorable about the two girls. They weren't apart of the 'Mickey Mouse Club'. They were Britany, post 'Opps,' and everyone in the Upper East Side knew that. Yale slipped out of the dress daintily, hanging it on the dressing-room handle and sliding into her original outfit. A blue denim colored, florari coat by Johanna Ortiz - yes, Gigi had the moss green version and she had better be wearing it today, with a Detail Mini Dress by David Koma, and Saint Laurent Tribute Patent sandal. Wine colored, to compliment the floral details in her jacket. Yale's dark hair fell into her face as she grabbed her Prada purse and the dress. No final adjustments needed. The dress was perfect for her. Now, she just needed everything else in her life to be perfect.

'Cause we make the hipsters fall in love
When we've got our hot-pants on and up.

"So I have to settle for not having a date to 'Kiss'?" Marpessa Monroe whisper shouted into her iPhone X as she stood in the in the kitchen of her Dakota apartment she shared with her parents. The girls smooth face stayed still as she tried not to let her emotions reign through her telephone voice. Vocal cracks were never cute. Though, at times Marpessa couldn't help herself. It seemed that in the Upper East Side, elites weren't allowed to be human. She learned that when she first moved from Marlyville-Fontainebleau. There, they didn't have Instagram stalkers and a blog dedicated to airing the dirty laundry of seventeen year old socialites. She was a god damn public figure, she didn't need to be dealing with Gossip Girl. Like everyone else, she hated to admit that she liked the attention. Marpessa crept the comment section of her tagged Gossip Girl page and listened to what the people wanted. Someone said they wished she wore more natural hairstyles, instead of her normal sleek straight mane - so she did, and everyone seemed to love the faux-locs of summer '17. She was becoming an Upper East Side icon. She knew there were girls that looked like her, who liked to live through her and imagine themselves in her lifestyle. She had to represent. Marpessa tucked her straight hair neatly behind her ear and shook her head at the response she received from the other end of her phone call before feeling her phone be whisked from her hands.

"You're done." Marpessa heard a thick, french accent fill the room before seeing her mothers face. Lilly-Marie, voodoo queen, was the most striking and intimidating woman to grace the Upper East Side. Her reputation proceeded her as the older bitches-woman, of the elite circle ran to her with their tails between their legs looking for her to throw them a bone. Or better yet, answers on rather or not their husband is sleeping with the maid or his sexy secretary - or the pool boy. Lilly would give them the answers and retaliation methods they needed and they'd send her a gift basket filled with a couple thousand dollars and the fruits of her labor. Lilly had more dirt on every family in the circle which meant that Marpessa did as well. Before Marpessa could speak, she was cut off by her mother once again. "It's 2018, you do not need a boys companionship to dictate rather or not you'll have fun at a party. Especially not that boy."

"You don't even-" Marpessa contested.

"I know." Lilly-Marie interrupted with a calmness that wasn't usually in her nature. She felt as if she couldn't open her mouth momentarily. Not because of her mothers coercion. But, because she physically felt like she couldn't open her mouth for a split second. "Cat got your tongue?" Lilly-Marie grinned deviously as she walked through apartment 46. When Marpessa learned the family was staying in the Dakota, she had her eyes set on Leonard Bernstein's former apartment. However, they were beat to the punch by Jessica Chastain. Marpessa didn't buy for a second that her family lost an apartment at the Dakota to a D-list actress but after seeing the Addams family style home - she figured out that her mother convinced her father to drop $14.5 million on an apartment because of it's 'energy'. Marpessa took a long gulp and scanned the room before finally deciding to speak, changing the subject ofcourse.

"The dress daddy got me to wear is gorgeous." She grinned excitedly. Every one of her peers was a 'daddy's girl'. But they didn't have a father like hers. New York Fashion Week royalty, Bastian Monroe. Yale's father kept up the Rockefeller legacy, Gigi's father pretended to care about the Hilton legacy, and Suri's father was now a criminal. Marpessa's father made pretty dresses and where they resided, his trait was the most valuable. Marpessa's full lips curved into a smirk as she thought about the upper hand she had over the Upper East Side girls before noticing her mother was still glaring at her.

"Well you're a gorgeous girl." Lily-Marie said 'matter-of-factly'. Lily-Marie had a demeanor that made people want to jump through hoops for her and Marpessa wasn't any exception. She was the only woman that could make Marpessa squirm. So any compliment she got from her mother gave her butterflies. "You are." Marpessa spoke as if she demanded that Marpessa believed her words. Marpessa never had a self-esteem issue. Not even when she was dropped on her Gucci's into the dog-eat-dog world of Manhattan's elite. She second guessed herself once or twice, sure, but she handled all of her shit like a boss.

"I know." Marpessa let out a light giggle. "I'm your daughter."

"My daughter who doesn't need any chaperone at any event."

"Not even to hold my purse?" She teased.

"Duh-ling, if I know the man I married, then he bought you that McQueen you've been eyeing," True. "You can hold all $1,795 worth of purse on your own. Don't call that degenerate back." Lily watched her daughter as if she had the mettle to object her. Sure, they both knew that Marpessa would do what she wanted and Lily would still be waiting with open arms and tickets to the ballet to calm her if she ended up getting hurt. But the question was rather or not Marpessa would disobey her mother to her face.

"Gossip Girl is going to catch my dress, my hair and my ass in every angle so I'm going to give that bastard a show." Marpessa beamed confidently, holding her head high. There were positives and negatives to living in Gossip Girls world. You know, when you look super hot and no one sees your outfit? That phenomenon doesn't happen under Gossip Girls heir. Marpessa could get the attention of any guy she wanted and look 'unbothered' while doing it. She'd be the next cover story and he'd wish that he was in the picture with her.

And yes of course we does, we running this town just like a club

Prince Hilton watched the smoke from his marijuana blunt fly through his 'o' shaped mouth and up to the high vaulted ceiling of the main room in the Rockefeller's Lincoln Plaza. No- not Yale's parents, but her cousins the Roosevelt twins. Yale's family live in a luxury, Beaux-Arts mansion on 62nd with designer leather walls. It the home of an architectural manager and an interior designer which meant it was on about every real-estate magazine in Manhattan. It made the news on several occasions but Prince prefered the guys stayed. It was normal. As normal as luxury in Manhattan could get. But, Brock Rockefeller was outnumbered in his house, Brett Rockefeller had the upper hand. Their home at LP looked like a lush, European man cave. Prince could hear the brothers bickering from behind him, as always, but he was completely checked out. Prince was known as being the perfect, easy going guy of the Upper East. He was definitely the poster child for what everyone wanted their high society daughter to marry into and he had Yale Rockefeller. A girl who his family wanted him to marry into, that was also hot enough to brag about to his friends, that weren't her family. Prince heard stories about elites who stayed in loveless relationships for years because of images and status' and Prince thought it was ridiculous. However, Prince thought most of the inner workings of the Upper East Side were ... ridiculous. Everyone knew Prince basked in the glories and glamour of being high on the list of Manhattan's society. He attended all the parties and showed off his expensive cars, lavish jewelry but shit, he felt bad for it sometimes. Sometimes he had to step back and take a moment to himself. At times, the blonde got physically sick and needed to check out and this past week was a fest full of it. He barely spoke to anyone since the news of his brothers return. He loved Boe but he also hated him, in a brotherly way. Come on, he grew up side by side with him. He's had basically seen the guy bat a lash, run his fingers through his hair and get away with murder. He felt like an asshole even thinking things like 'just because his parents died a million years ago, doesn't mean we still have to kiss his ass.' Or wanting to shake his mother and tell her that 'he barely knew them. He isn't heartbroken that they're gone he'd just rather not have to own up to being a dick.' Along with the latest, wishing Boe hadn't even showed back up at all. It felt like people actually forgot about him. "At this point, I really don't think it fucking matters." He heard one of the twins talking. He didn't know what they were referring to but he shot up from their navy couch. Whatever they were saying, he agreed. Shit, Boe was back and he'd have to deal with things going back to how they were before. Only x10 since Boe probably had a few new 'get out of jail free' cards.

"We're gonna miss the red carpet." Duke, the older twin, sighed as he straightens his tie. Even though Duke was Prince's best friend, he fed into everything that Prince loathed about the society. He believed that he needed to keep up appearances and be seen in photographs to keep his family's name in tact. He did everything in life abiding by the Rockefeller legacy. It had always been like that, but since the fall of Austin Roosevelt, Duke was in overdrive.

"That's chick shit anyway." Harvard scoffed. The girls cared more about the red carpets than the guys. They only ever showed up when a girl wanted them to. When they were younger, the 'girl' was usually their mother - or grandmother, while now it would be their elite girlfriends. Neither of the twins had girlfriends so they didn't get it. However, since Prince had ghosted Yale for the past week he knew he had to make that red carpet. It was her event. 'Kiss on the lips' was a big deal. Most of the higher end events happened in the fall/winter seasons. The spring had a few good ones but the summer time was scarce since everyone usually left the island. 'Kiss on the lips' was a reason to return to Manhattan for everyone and Yale talked about it since the first one they had been to in the ninth grade hosted by Nell Diamond at La Sirena. Nell had been Yale's idol even before she got a whisk of the icon that was Blair Waldorf-Bass. And along with BWB, Nell actually RSVP'd. This was a big night for Yale and he couldn't let his personal issues distract her.

"Fuck."

"What?"

"Yale." Prince quickly stampered to put out his light before stumbling around for the rest of his clothing. The guys had been smoking, and procrastinating since noon and he was still barely decent. He smelled of marijuana which would drive Yale even madder considering that she hates that he smokes. HE dusted himself of weed crumbs and straightened the pleated on his Emporio Armani suit pants. The male drowned himself in Cartier Déclaration d'Un Soir Eau de Toilette. Once before, and once after sliding into his royal blue turtleneck. "I gotta fucking go." He stated, grabbing his wallet and practically bolting out of the door. He got in his moods at time. He shut himself down and Yale knew all about it. She had to know that's what was going on. Maybe that's why she wasn't reaching out to him? She probably figured he needed his space, as usual and would be back around like he was now. Right? Why else wouldn't he have contact with his girlfriend all week?

And no, you don't wanna mess with us

Austin Roosevelt hesitantly drove up to Floyd Bennett Field, and abandoned air-field in Brooklyn which had apparently now been turned into a mafia clubhouse. The Gambino crime family was known in the country for being the ruthless. Its illicit activities include labor and construction racketeering, gambling, loansharking, extortion, money laundering, prostitution, fraud, hijacking, pier thefts, and fencing. And now, all-American Austin Roosevelt was apart of it all. He had thought his brother hood was found by birthright in his ex-friends, Prince Hilton and the Rockefeller twins however it was proven to him that it wasn't the case. The guys had done all sorts of wild things together and gotten into all sorts of scandalized activity but when the news his that Roosevelt was cut-off, they did the same to him as his parents. Now they pretended as if he didn't exist. It wasn't like the new brother hood he found in the Gambino family. He knew what built the reputation of a mafia family. And even of it wasn't noble, he didn't care. They took care of him and kept his life afloat this past year. He was gifted a Lamborghini Huracan just because and he knew from the movies that loyalty with them was above everything. Austin had been responsible for pick-ups, deliveries and distribution. The guys seemed to consider it the 'bitch' job, but it was the only thing he knew he could handle. He only dealt with the glamorous half of being apart of the Gambino family. He saw the perks they received from their end of the spectrum, the lavish Italian dinners, parties, restaurants, and exactly how fucked up the people in his neck of the woods really were. How many perfect Manhattan husbands were actually junkies, how many politicians were dirty, and how much Upper East Side woman really liked 'bad-boys'. His 'secret' life saw into the secret lives of Manhattan's elite. Sure, the Gambino family had enough money to burn when it got cold out. He knew they made $10 million a week in revenue. They could buy the entire Upper East Side, and the people of the society actually looked down on them for a reason. Which was why the UES was considered Austin's territory. Sure, they lived the same elite life as the rest of the higher-ups in the city, they just had different means of it all. And the guys acted like if they stepped foot on the UES they'd burst into designer monogrammed flames. The two worlds were more similar than they'd think and Austin loved it. He knew he was damn good at it. Austin stepped out of his chartreuse colored car and straightened the color of his crisp white, Burberry shirt. The male had just finished a drop off and was ready for another pickup. This time last year he'd be getting high, drunk and dressed with the guys for the 'Kiss on the lips' event. It was an annual elite fundraiser that had been going on for the past ten years. This one was the eleventh and hosted by another former friend of his, Yale Rockefeller. She was the princess of all things Upper East Side. Every girl wanted to be her and every guy - even him, wanted to be with her. She was spoken for, unfortunately, and had been dating Prince since they could walk. Until recently, Austin thought Prince was one of the good guys and thought it was best if she was happy. However, since he came into a brand new attitude and sense of boldness, he decided that he deserved a girl like Yale for himself. As Austin looked up at the Gambino crime-house, he sighed to himself and took a deep breath preparing himself for the negative part of his family. It wasn't keeping up appearances and dealing with Gossip Girl posts, it was far worst. And more graphic. It felt like a movie when he walked up to the building. The outside looked the same as the pictures posted on the internet but no one cared enough to check the inside since the property had been paid for in cash a few years ago. The windows were boarded and as he walked closer, he could hear an Italian song playing from the headquarters. He had no idea what it was, (Anna German's version of La piu bella del mondo), but it sounded beautiful. So beautiful that it almost covered the crashes and cries of violence he heard as he walked through the steel door. Past the cocaine cooking and assembly line, and through the cigar smoke, Austin saw first hand what happened when you went against the mafia. He saw three of the Gambino 'brothers' standing around another man sitting in the chair. He knew them as 'Italian Dom' and 'Tommy Boy' but they were Dominic Cefalù II and Thomas Bilotti. They were in their early 20s while the victim looked old enough to be their grandfather. Tommy swung a bat and Dom swung a gun, both laughing like hyenas every time the older man whimpered. Austin couldn't tell for sure, but he could swear the older man covered with a blindfold, or a bloody piece of fabric cut messily from his destroyed shirt, was the owner of a pizza joint he knew the family worked through. Austin gulped and took a step back before he met the sea green eyes of the mafia's leader, Lorenzo Cali. Enzo was the same age as Austin. The same exact age considering he googled him and found out they had the same birthday. Lorenzo was also born into the mafia lifestyle and the 'big' boss was his father, Frank Cali who worked under the legend that was John Gotti. He had guys twice his age that respected him and wouldn't dare look at him funny. Austin heard the stories of the guys talking about crime from as young as the age of eight years old. At that time, Austin didn't even know this world existed. Frank Cali committed a mass murder and only served 10 months in prison. These guys knew they were untouchable. Lorenzo had a machete in one hand, and a Cuban cigar in the other. His mafia name was 'Mad Dog' but everytime Austin saw him, he had a crest white smile. Honestly, Enzo looked like he belonged in the society circle. He was tall, well built, had a natural Italian tan and was always well dressed. All of the guys were designer brands that Austin was accustomed to spotting a mile away, but Lorenzo always looked like a business man. He wore suits on a daily basis and now Austin recognized the teal printed suit pants that 'Mad Dog' was wearing as Burberry, he had almost gotten them himself. Lorenzo grinned as he let out cigar smoke and every guy tensed up as he turned to face Austin. "Why don't you just stand over there, while I handle something." He smirked as he walked over to the 'victim'. Enzo's face looked carved. He had a signature, strong jawline. Maybe that's why he always carried a machete. That and to carve the Janus buff that sat on his 'office' desk that seemed to depict his personality. Austin saw him as just a regular guy. From what he could gather since joining the family, he knew Enzo liked art, and music. He collected classic cars - and guns. He was over-protective of his younger sister, adored his mother (even cooked for her every night) and looked up to his father. Enzo was clearly following his families business. He sounded like every guy on the Upper East Side that Austin had known. But, Austin also noticed that Enzo told jokes with a straight face and everyone waited on his chuckle for permission to laugh. Austin did as Enzo said, and stepped to the side as he watched Enzo's facial expression completely change. He gave Dom a nod, and Dominic removed the blindfold from the male's face. When the darkness turned to light, and the older gentleman was eye to eye with Enzo, it looked like he had seen a ghost. Austin saw that it was the older gentleman he had met at the beginning of summer. He owned a Brooklyn based pizza shop. The guys had been there more than five times during the summer. They smoked and laughed and admitted to him that the pizza joint had been a hangout spot for them when they were younger. Sort of like how Austin, Prince, the twins, Boe, Gigi and Yale, spent their childhood at the Sugar Factory. The older man had pictures of the younger men as children posted around his establishment like a proud father.

"Tony." Lorenzo groaned. The males tone gave Austin flashbacks of when he embarrassed and disappointed his family one too many times, resulting in the 'cut-off' conversation. "I thought we were family." His green eyes shimmered though the lights over the operation. Everyone who wasn't immediately involved continued as if it weren't a sight to see. The Italian song went off, and the next song playing was one he recognized as Marilyn Manson's 'Sweet Dreams'. His tone was calm until Enzo cocked his head to the side. "Say something," Enzo suggested but everyone could tell it was more of a demand. The older man began to stutter. And cry. "You had so much to say the other day. Remember those officers?" Suddenly things became clearer. "You," Lorenzo explained, waving the machete towards the man. "informed them. And then 'they'," Enzo then, pointed the knife away from the both of them at no one in particular. "Informed me. And now here we all are. One big happy family." He flashed the Colgate smile deviously. "SAY SOMETHING!" He yelled before Tommy lifted the bat and administered one swift blow to the man's head. It made a BOOM, then a nauseating gush sound caught Austin's attention. He couldn't look, but he also couldn't look away. He hoped that Dominic wouldn't use the gun he was holding, and he didn't. Instead he put it in his pants, hopefully the safety was on, and used the both of his hands to jult the mans chair so that the front half hovered like at a dental office. Tommy dropped his bat and moved to the other side of the chair holding it while Lorenzo walked around, standing over the mans head. The cigar that was now behind Enzo's ear didn't move no matter how many times he tilted his head. The man shook in terror as Enzo rose his knife. Austin was sure he'd slit his throat but instead the sharp end of the knife grazed the corners of the mans mouth and sawed at his cheek. Blood gushed and splattered though none of the guys seemed phased. Lorenzo performed new 'cosmetic' surgery on the other side of the mans face - clearing all suspicion Austin had that Lorenzo was a batman fan. He was Bruce Wayne, Harvey Kent and the Joker mixed together like Italian ribollita. Blood streamed down the mans face though he was amazingly still alive. "Still nothing to say?" Enzo chuckled. "Dog got your tongue?" The next move of the machete was more from a horror movie. He actually cut out the mans tongue, tossed it like a bad habit and wiped the victims blood off of his hands on the mans shirt. "Your turn, D." Enzo instructed and with abrupt movement, Dominic's gun was in his hands while his bullet was blowing the mans brain out. "You know," Lorenzo casually turned to face Austin while Austin straightened his posture and tried not to look as afraid as he was. Dogs sensed fear. "That party you're doing, my kid sister is going to be there. I think I'll come too." It was scary that Lorenzo could be so hot and cold. His smile was back again and he adjusted the collar of his white, bloodied shirt to reveal his gold chain. The pendant looked like Versace though Austin realized it was Christ himself.

"Oh, okay." Austin cleared his throat. It felt like his mom was telling her she'd also be at a social event that he was planning on getting wild with his friends at. He couldn't make a false move. That got him here the first time around.

"Don't think I can fit in?" The Gambino family, was notorious in New York and infamous. Everyone knew the name but no one in the Upper East Side knew how the mob worked. Everyone in the Gambino family didn't have the last name Gambino. It was an organization. One that they wouldn't expect to see a seventeen year old male with shiny hair, straight teeth and a teal Burberry suit. He'd fit in.

"Yeah." Austin corrected, clearing his through. "Yeah." He added again nervously. "But, uhm." He gestured to the blood on Enzo's shirt while Enzo removed the cigar from behind his ear and lit it casually.

Lorenzo looked down to his shirt and shrugged it off. "I have a jacket."

Got Jesus on my necklace -

I've got that glitter on my eyes

Abigail Walton stared through the window of her families home. This, definitely wasn't was a mansion on fifth avenue. Something she wasn't exactly equipt to handle. She was no stranger to ball rooms and pretty dresses, she is an Arkansas heiress and apart of the Scottish royal family, but this was Manhattan. This was what they wrote novels and tv shows about. This was the life Carrie Bradshaw lived. The blonde haired beauty lived in her bubble. However, she knew about the New York socialites and scandals. Who didn't know Paris Hiltons era? That made her the most nervous about her move to the big city. She couldn't keep up. Not that she wanted to, but she felt like she'd have the worst time trying to make friends. Her blue eyes turned to the mirror and rested on the Tiffany, rose gold bracelet her mother had gifted her. She had no idea what the event was, all her mother explained was that a woman she met in Bloomingdales invited her after they spoke and bonded over handbags. The sales woman recognized her mother Madeleine, as the duchess of Hälsingland and Gästrikland. It had been a conversation starter where she told the woman she was new to New York and the woman told her about a fundraiser that her seventeen year old daughter was hosting. Madeleine mentioned Abigail and now they had something to do for the night. All Abigail hoped was to make a friend before the school year started. That was plausible enough, right? Abigail's parents hadn't even picked out her school and the semester only started a few weeks from now. She hadn't gotten any new clothes, the girl hadn't even unpacked before her mother brought the party to her attention. Arkansas wasn't Manhattan. The sentiment kept playing in the girls blonde hair and now she was already second guessing herself and her Marchesa notte layered floral dress. The brand itself was so controversial, Madeleine hadn't wanted Abby to wear the dress for months until today. Maybe controversy wasn't looked down upon either in the city. "Abba!" Abba has been Abigail's nickname since she was a child, she had been told she was a magical princess. She heard Madeleine calling from the homes foyer. Madeleine was the most beautiful woman Abigail had ever seen. Many little girls thought the same about their mothers, but it was the truth. Abigail had been dubbed the spitting image of the duchess and it was somewhat true to her. They had long blonde hair, doll-like blue eyes and buttery skin. However, the duchess was tall and curvy. Abigail was 'tall-ish' for a sixteen year old and she was growing into a womanly figure according to her grandmother, the Queen of Sweden. When Abigail emerged from her bedroom she saw her mother smiling brightly at her which made her feel butterflies. Maybe she was nervous for no reason. She was usually good with new people. She was constantly making new friends and maybe the New York socialites were misunderstood.

"I wasn't sure about the bag ..." Abigail confessed, toying with the silver chain on her lime colored leather Valentino 'Glam Rock' bag. The small purse complimented the leaves in the floral detailing in her dress, though Abba still wasn't sure. "But the shoes are rose gold." The nervous blonde lifted the ruffles on her dress to reveal her size six foot, and her Massimo Matteo sandals. The heels were more of a metallic pink than a rose gold, but the idea of mixing metals gave her anxiety.

"You look gorgeous." Madeline assured her daughter. "You always do." Madeline winked as she turned on her nude 'So Kate's' and made her way back down the staircase and to Abigail's father Steuart Walton, who was waiting on the both of them. Her father had been a small town buisness lawyer who was offered a job with the Rockefeller family. They requested Steuart by name. On the surface, Steuart had nothing in common with the big shots that were the Rockefeller brothers, but he was also born into a billion-dollar family. The Walton's of 'Walmart'. He was 'new' money but still an American heir. They said they wanted someone on their team that understood their upbringing and no one really said no to a move to 'Manhattan'. Now Abigail was whisked into a new world. Abigail wrapped her arms around her father and smiled to herself as they exited their home. Her parents could be so busy but they always made time. She mentioned being nervous about the city and her mother found a way to help her meet new friends. Her father took the night off to be by her side. Her life, was perfect.

Stockings ripped all up the side

Yale's current favorite song, 'Sade in the 90s' blasted through the speakers of the Copacabana and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. The reporters were buzzing at the red carpet and the target fundraising budget was almost met. Now the brunette was being bombarded with praises and compliments - nawt that there was anything to complain about, but her mind was somewhere else. Actually, her 'mind' was left outside of the nightclub where the red carpet was, still waiting on an explanation on where her boyfriend Prince Hilton was spending his and Prince hadn't spoken in days. She distracted herself with final decisions, table clothes, centerpieces and designer shoes for the nights event but 'Kiss on the Lips' had arrived and because of Prince she almost looked like Drew Barrymore in the movie 'Never Been Kissed' aka a loser. Thankfully Gigi, Yale's best friend and Prince's sister had nailed the 'too cool to care' attitude and never showed up with a date. Gigi always thought it was better to keep her options open until the end of the night so Vanity Fair and Vogue got some cute bestie shots without any questions. However, Gossip Girl had plenty along with a headline saying, 'Welcome to Splitzville, population: 2?' along with Q & As with everyone else wondering the same thing, where Prince was and why he wasn't next to Yale. Boyfriends couldn't be missing at events. Especially not those hosted by their girlfriend. Yale actually held on to hope that her relationship with Prince was still solid. Now she had no idea. Yale blinked her hazel eyes and hummed along to her favorite song, tuning out her older cousin Ariana who was going on and on about her new fashion website. The only 'Ariana' that Yale wanted fashion advice from was Grande and the only person she wanted to talk to was - walking towards her with a bouquet of roses. "Prince." Yale said in a cold tone even though she was happy someone was saving her from her cousins long winded conversation.

"Yale." Prince cracked a smile even though he knew he was in deep. Sure, he was safe from Yale's true wrath because they were standing in the middle of her elite event, but whatever Yale had in store for him, he knew he deserved. He went on an emotional bender and he knew how Yale felt when he didn't let her in on what he had going on. Prince tilted his head towards Ariana and gave her his million dollar crest white grin. "Ariana,"

"Prince," The name game came to an end, though Ariana seemed genuinely happy to see Prince. Mostly because she probably was thinking what everyone else had been, and didn't want her younger cousin missing out on an elite style romance. "We missed you on the carpet." Ariana stated as more of a question. Meaning, she wanted to know why he hadn't been seen posing with her cousin on the red carpet entering her event. For god sakes, it was for charity.

"I know." Prince pouted. Damn, he was so good looking." He let out a slight sigh and bit his lip before speaking. "I went to go get an arrangement I ordered for Yale," He started his sentiment, gesturing to the roses he was holding in his hands. The entire bouquet was very beautiful, however Yale knew that Prince had 'Starbright' generated a gorgeous arrangement in her honor. It was romantic in a way, however they just pushed out the same arrangement every time so the gesture was lost. "They got it wrong and I needed it to be perfect for my girl." Yale knew Prince was full of shit. But Ariana didn't. Yale's older cousin was swooning and clearly impressed by her beau. Yale was just thankful that Prince still cared about keeping up appearances.

"Awe!" Yale exclaimed excitedly. She gushed and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend, whispering in his ear. "We need to talk."

"You're seriously the sweetest." Ariana gushed. "I'll leave you two alone. Don't forget what I said, Rocky." Ariana winked though Yale was never actually listening to her cousin. It sucked honestly but Yale's night leading up to now was empty conversations to look like the life of the party. Ariana, Yale's cousin was listed as one of the top socialites in NY. She was a Rockefeller after all, however she was also very boring. Rocky smirked at her cousin and nodded before turning to Prince.

"I could fucking kill you right now." She said through her teeth, pulling him by his wrist and leading him through the party. She faked smiles and waved, sliding her hand down his wrist until their fingers were interlocked, once they caught enough attention and before they were alone. Once they were in a private area off the rooftop venue, Yale let out a groan.

"I know I fucked up." Prince quickly pleaded. "You have every right to be pissed."

"I know I do!" Yale nearly snapped, glaring into her boyfriends gorgeous eyes. She almost melted. Finally seeing him face to face made her realize how much she had missed him. But they shouldn't be missing eachother. They had literally been in the same longitude and latitude, he shouldn't have went off grid with no warning. "How-" her little but dominant voice was already beginning to crack. "How could you do this to me?!" Yale stomped her Dolce & Gabbanna platforms on the floor and Prince gulped.

"It wasn't about you..." Prince said softly, running his fingers through his blonde hair. He dropped his arms with a heavy puff he knew he was wrong but he already felt defeated. Prince couldn't help his emotions and he couldn't help that his first thought was to run and hide and not to call her.

"It should be!" Yale said furiously. "We're supposed to deal with things together. Why do I have to keep telling you this?!" In times like these - in arguments like these, Yale always seemed like the selfish one. Dialog made her seem like she wanted his world to revolve around her when in reality she just wanted to be apart of his world. "Why is it so hard to let me in?" She asked. Is this what he wanted? Was she even welcomed into his world. "What happened to you anyway? Is it Boe?" She asked. Honestly, she had been avoiding the topic but she'd rather get through it if it meant fixing issues with Prince. Her boyfriend groaned slightly at her question. He seemed uncomfortable about the topic but she wouldn't let him get away with it.

"Rocky..." Prince pouted. He reached his arms around her small waist and blinked, looking into his girlfriends hazel eyes. Boe Hilton was all everyone could talk about since Prince was a child and now he was letting it consume him to the point of it ruining things for him and Yale. "I love you." Was all he said in a low tone. "I do wanna talk but this is your time and your fundraiser." Prince spoke. Yale never loved anything as much as she loved Prince Hilton. She could feel it in her bones and she could literally see her future in his eyes. It could be Yale-Rose's teenage angst but when things were less than perfect with Prince she felt like she was dying. Holding up appearances was hard as hell.

"I love you too." Her voice cracked slightly before she cleared her throat and looked around the room. "Can we talk ... later?" She asked, tucking an imaginary strand of hair behind her ear. It was her night. 'Kiss on the Lips' was going to raise a ton of money for ... a cute little animal that Yale found on google. Point is, she didn't want it to revolve around her relationship with Prince ... mostly because it wasn't perfect at the moment.

"Ofcourse." Prince nodded. "I just," Prince shook his head. "It's not you Yale. It really isn't." He spoke and Yale's eyes went wide. What the hell does that mean? Before Yale could say anything, she could feel another presence around the young couple and took in the scent of Chanel No. 5 - Blair Waldorf's signature scent. Personally, Yale-Rose thought the scent was officially cliche, and gravitated towards Tocca Stella. Still, she knew exactly who coined the scent in the social scene and the Margaret of Burgundy, of the Manhattan social scene was. Blair Waldorf was standing right infront of her with a grin on her face. Yale stood up straight and tried keeping her composure. She wanted her one on one time with Blair. It was what she most looked forward to during the planning of KOTL. Yale thought if she did well planning the party and succeeding the icon, she'd earn herself a spot as Blair Waldorf-Bass' intern, assistant, mentee ... best friend. Who knows.

"Yale!" Blair smiled and Yale happily embraced her for the quick hugs and cheek kisses.

"Blair." Yale smiled slightly and glanced at Blair W.B.'s outfit. It was an all black, sleek and sophisticated Prabal Gurung pants suit. Black was the color of the upcoming fall season. Atleast it was until anyone was bold enough to start wearing the Top 10 Pantone fall/winter colors to a major society event. "This is my boyfriend, Prince." Yale smiled up at the blonde. She could feel his hand squeeze her shoulder which gave her butterflies. They were having issues but she knew Prince loved her. He had her back and most importantly, he'd never let anyone know what was really going on between them.

"Hilton." Blair smiled knowingly. Prince was after all, the poster child. Prince and Yale are what Blair and mayor Nate Archibald could've been since everyone knew they dated way before she got with her now husband Chuck Bass.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Bass." Prince's perfect teeth shimmered in the dim lighting.

"Mrs. Waldorf-Bass." Blair corrected with a playful grin. "Remember that for future references." Blair winked slightly.

"I don't think there's enough patience and thread in the world to embroider 'Y. Rockefeller-Hilton' on my silk robes." Yale giggled. She liked that Blair used her maiden name as well as her husbands last name. It showed that Blair and Chuck were a power couple. They both made their own names for one another. Blair was known for doing a list of things and being Chuck Bass' wife was more of an extra charm on her Pandora bracelet of life. And vice versa. Yale wanted what they had. A name for herself outside of her relationship with Prince. They both had big dreams and the tools to achieve them. White picket fence and all.

"But it has a nice ring to it." Prince smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Ring? That's more like a full on symphony." Yale smirked with a light giggle.

"You two are so adorable." Blair bat her eyelashes. It was a move that Yale noticed Nell do when she was younger, maybe Nell got it from Blair? "Anyways, Nelly just got here so I figured we could both help plan your signature senior year." Blair smirked. Yes! This was definitely the sorority that Yale needed to be apart of. From the generic email Blair sent Yale with information on running 'Kiss' she explained that it started as just a notch on her application to Yale and now she passes the event down to every chosen 'Queen of Constance' as the first official notch on their college applications. When Yale was first cited as queen at the beginning of summer it opened her up to alot. Blair Waldorf started a sisterhood for the upcoming elite girls. And she kept up with it even past her graduation from Constance. She wondered if the other queens were apart of such an organization but Yale felt honored. Her mentors were her idols and society legends. She was about to be a society legend.

Tonight we're going hard

Harvard Rockefeller held a champagne flute in one hand and his iPhone X in the other. It was a party and even though he just got there, he already needed his usual party favors. As usual the society parties started out with the parents showing off their children liked prized dogs in pageants and eventually they ran out of things to talk about they went back to their estates until the next social event to do it all again. Brett and Eden Rockefeller, Harvard's parents, were the rare forms that actually bragged about their own accomplishments. Eden was one of the few mothers in Manhattan that had an actual job and every other mother could go on and on with questions about her career in plastic surgery. Which made things better for Harvard since he could go under the radar and do his own thing at events like this. The taste of champagne was starting to feel like old ginger ale and he needed more. Harvey's hazel brown eyes scanned the room until they rested on the bar and a long haired bartender. Even though he was under aged, most bartenders and establishments turned a blind eye, however the night was as young as he was and the parents were still around. Which meant that Harvard had to resort to his own methods to get what he wanted. All the young, hot girls in Manhattan knew how to get what they wanted and lucky for him when his older cousins baby sat him they let him in on all the valuable information he needed and he's a pro. This wasn't his eighth grade teacher and a good enough grade in English to get into high school - yes it worked, and it also made him a legend. His grandparents lawyers got rid of that scandal but all of his friends know. Now he was at the marble bar gazing at the different bottles of liquor. His eyes dropped past the bartenders long ponytail and down to a perfect ass. "What do I have to do for a double of Prince and Coke?" Harvard called out. His tone was playful but he wasn't leaving until he got what he wanted. Anything.

"You can flash your I.D. and pay your money like everyone else." Harvard heard a deeper than normal yet feminine voice speak which made Harvard uncomfortable for a second.

"Oh, uhm," Harvard cleared his throat and laughed slightly rubbing his lips together and nodding. "So can I get a jack and coke, man?" Harvard looked at the male bartender and sat up straight.

"Are you flashing your masculinity around so that I don't flirt with you?"

"Are you trying to flirt with me?" Harvard asked, raising his eyebrow at the male who's name was apparently 'José' according to his name tag. José wasn't a bad looking guy, but he was still a guy and that was a deal breaker for Harvard Rockefeller. He does't roll like that.

"Prince and coke." José responded, rolling his eyes with a scoff.

"I just don't fuck guys, you know?" Harvard spoke with a light grin.

"I don't know." José said. "Because you know, I actually do fuck guys."

"What?"

"Really good, might I add." José chuckled and winked. Harvard couldn't tell rather or not José was being serious which was the worse part of their current staring contest that they were stuck in.

"I don't - it's fine I mean ..."

"Relax baby face." José smirked at Harvard and slid the glass over to the younger male. "How old are you anyway?"

"Twenty-Two." Harvard cleared his throat. He could tell that José didn't believe him but it didn't matter since he already had his drink. "One?" Harvard smirked. "Eighteen."

"Okay,"

"Sixteen." Harvard confessed and drank from his drink.

"You're only sixteen?" José asked, he sat himself up straight and tilted his head to the side. He knew he was being checked out he wanted to atleast look good.

"You thought I was eighteen?" Harvard smirked. The twins were always bigger then most of the children their age. They always had been. However, since Harvard was training for the various sports teams he was apart of as well as getting on track for the next Olympics, he worked out and it was definitely apparent.

"Well you probably could pass for twenty-one if it weren't the baby face." José explained. "Listen, don't be one of those immature brats when you're drunk. I don't feel like getting my ass chewed out for serving to minors."

"Aren't you like, into that sort of thing?" Harvard asked and followed quickly with a loud laugh. "This isn't my first, second or third time having a drink. You're fine." Harvard spoke, holding his hands up.

"Am I?" José asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Just like the world is ours

We're tearin' it apart

Giselle Hilton was thee American socialite of their generation. The modern day Paris Hilton. Yale-Rose was everything perfect tied together in a satin bow, but Giselle was fun. She was wild, daring, carefree and the topic of everyones conversation. She oozed femininity and fun. And tonight was no different. She opted for a baby doll-pink dress and her hair was in a tight and high ballerina bun - atleast when her parents were around. Now, the parents were slowly leaving the venue and the fun could officially begin. Giselle walked around the Coppacabbana and sighed when she noticed that her best friend Yale-Rose was still talking with Blair Waldorf and Nell Diamond. Serena Vanderwoodsen didn't show up because she was still vacationing in Switzerland according to Twitter and the blonde had nothing else to compel her time. Gigi smirked when she saw one of the Rockefeller twins before sighing. It seemed like Duke was flirting with the male bartender and even though Gigi called it way back in the eighth grade but Yale and Boe weren't around for her to finally win the bet they all made. Still, she needed Harvard Rockefeller. The fun one. A.K.A the one that would know where to get the best drugs and how to get them. Gigi shook her head at the view of Duke and José speaking. Gigi knew José since he bartended at the Palace and she definitely knew José would let her in on the details about him and Duke. Gigi's Viktor&Rolf dress swayed in the wind as she walked through the party she thought for a quick second about asking Suri , the society basket case , for her drug connection until she saw a very handsome, unfamiliar face. If she couldn't get drugs from Harvey, and her mother was policing the bar to make sure she didn't get any drinks, then spending the night with a hot guy would suffice. All that mattered to Gigi was that he looked well, just incase Gossip Girl did catch her with him. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. He had the sort of tan that Yale and Gigi aspired to have but even an entire summer at St. Barth's wouldn't acquire it since it was obviously natural. She could tell his tailored teal suit and Gucci shoes were also authentic and when she tapped his shoulder and he turned to face her - she realized that this guy was the most gorgeous guy she had ever seen.

"Yeah?" The mystery man turned around and Giselle froze for a quick moment.

"Well," Gigi was never nervous around guys. She'd hooked up with guys from all over the country and all over the world but this was the only guy that had her lost for words. She flashed him a smile and he rose his eyebrow as if he had something better to do. Did those sea green eyes not work? Couldn't he see that there was nothing better to do in the Upper East Side than a night with Gigi Hilton? "I happen to know everyone here. Except for you." Gigi smirked, playfully adjusting his collar. "Wanna change that?" The mystery boy glanced over Gigi. From head to toe. She usually only received that sort of look from girls that couldn't handle her presence but the slight tinge of annoyance faded away when she realized he liked what he saw.

"Well, I can tell this is your town," The mystery guy spoke. Once she caught his dialog she realized that no guy was perfect and this guy was from Brooklyn. He had that same accent that Robert De Niro does in all of his movies but he didn't look like Robert De Niro. He looked like he grew up on Park Ave. Was Brooklyn really this progressive? Gigi had heard stories about Brooklyn but she had never gone herself. Truthfully, she never went because Yale never wanted to. The boys - led by Boe at the time, always came back from Brooklyn with the wildest stories that she had wished she'd been apart of. Though she was always secretky afraid to do certain things without Yale by her side. This, was as close to Brooklyn as she'd ever get. "Show me around." He flashed the girl a grin.

You know we're superstars, we are who we are!

We're dancing like we're dumb

Marpessa turned on the gold glittered heel of her Giuseppe Zanotti sandals as she walked through the elite experience. She sipped from her 'Yellow Jacket' drink and made her observations for the evening. Ofcourse, Marpessa Monroe was fashionably late and according to Gossip Girl, she didn't miss much. She did overhear a conversation between Harvard Rockefeller and the cute/gay bartender that her best friend Elijah would love to hear about. Her full lips formed a slight pout, she would've loved to go tit for tat with Yale Rockefeller right now, or be making out with her desired date for the evening but every move Marpessa made had to be calculated. After tonight the Upper East Side and the elite society would be turned upside down. She could feel it in the air somehow. Maybe, she was beginning to inherit her mothers 'gifts' and though she'd rather inherit her mothers jewels and shoes, being the wicked witch of the East Side sure sounded good to her. Marpessa's big and bold crimped mane seemed to move fluidly every time the girl had a twisted or evil thought, which meant her gorgeous hair never stayed still. She made her way around the room and linked arms with Duke Rockefeller. Her personal favorite out of the 'Big 3'. She never liked Yale, and Harvey was way too dense for her liking - though being gay would be a good plot twist that would make him a tad bit less of a stereotypical rich elite. "D," Marpessa grinned looking up at the taller guy. The Rockefeller twins had the strongest jawlines that Marpessa ever seen. They also had huge biceps. Duke Rockefellers arm practically ate her tiny one when she linked their limbs.

"Don-Roe." Duke smirked down at Marpessa. In a few weeks it was official. Sure, she and the other girls had been sited to be the Queens of their generation but junior year solidified everything. Sure, there were talks of replacing Mahsuri Wu because of her family legal issues, along with Nightingale and Spence having no one truly worthy of a title, Marpessa knew she was good to go and her title rang bells.

"What's a handsome elite like you doing wandering a party all alone?" Marpessa asked, smirking up at him.

"Well these parties don't have the same ... spunk as they used to." Duke spoke, turning and looking down at Marpessa. "Something has been missing for a while now."

"Well I have a feeling that's all about to change."

Our bodies going numb

We'll be forever young

Austin emerged from the males bathroom at the Copacabbana and stuffed a few $100 bills into his suit jacket before something mysterious caught his attention. It was Lorenzo Cali leaving the party with Giselle Hilton. Sure, everyone in the Upper East Side saw Gigi as a wild child but she defiantly wouldn't be able to keep up with a guy like 'Mad Dog'. Anyone who could brutally murder a person and then go straight to a party shouldn't be tied up with the UES princess. Even though Austin had his issues with his former friends and a certain mix of respect and fear for Enzo and the rest of his new family he wasn't sure he could let this happen. As he practically tried sprinting through the crowd in a way that wouldn't raise suspicion he saw his best friend and grabbed her wrist. "Come." Mahsuri's Oscar Tiye Lilac Satin Crystal shoes practically floated as she was whisked through the elite event and to the quieter area of the rooftop. She checked over her shoulder and watched the male, raising her eyebrow. She was more confused about Austin's presence than anything. She had been begging him to attend the 'Kiss on the Lips' party for an entire week and he had declined every advance.

"What are you doing here?" Fei asked happily before crossing her arms over her halter dress. Suri was very tall for her age and didn't mind hovering over any of the elite bachelors in her high heels. Her mother always told her the higher the heel the 'closer to God' and by the way the dark haired girl lived her life, she could definitely use that kind of encouragement. "What are you doing in general?" Suri added, wondering why Austin Roosevelt almost pulled her arm out of it's socket.

"Long story." Austin started.

"Well I have time..." One reason Suri wanted Austin at her side during the event was because they had both been out-casted by their peers. Austin was previous a top teir guy and Suri was an ultimite 'it' girl. She was scouted as the 'Queen of Chapin' and even though Don Wu didn't think those titles mattered in society, they began to mean the world to her when she thought she might be stripped of them. At the height of the summer, and the New York City heat wave, Suri's father was convicted for insurance fraud - rich people crimes, and now she was looked down on by people who were below her. She had a status and a stock presence that dropped as fast as her ass hit the pavement from being kicked out of the Waldorf Astoria as her father was escorted out in handcuffs. Gossip Girl was the first to post the pictures. Gossip Girl was also the one to leak that everything owned by the Wu girls was seized by the bank. Even though they had a couple millions saved away they were embarrassments and Austin was a social orphan after the Roosevelt family publicly cut him off, yes, Gossip Girl broke that news story first as well. Suri walked over to the glass walls and looked at Austin's dark brown eyes. They seemed lonely. They had been that way since his life changed completely. The Roosevelt family was still going on like they didn't connect with him when in reality, they raised him and judging by the rumors, they were the most messed up out of all the aristocratic dynasties. "Aussie," Suri groaned. "What's wrong?"

"You know," Austin gulped and bit his lip. On one hand, being apart of the Gambino family gave him a sense of pride. He felt like a bad ass and like he was apart of something. However, he also felt embarrassed. Only because he couldn't actually tell people like Suri about his new family without worrying about his 'elite' image. This wasn't Hannah Montana and he wasn't having the best of both worlds. "You know," he repeated, clearing his throat. Was this fight club? Could he not tell Suri or anyone else what he had just seen? Tony told something he knew about Lorenzo Cali and it didn't end well. As far as Austin knew he was on Enzo's good side and he didn't want to jeopardize that. "how I've been dealing?"

"Yes." Suri said in a sickened tone. She was no saint. She had done a list of questionable things and sometimes in Austin's presence but something about Austin resorting to selling drugs made her feel disappointed. "Is that still paying your stay in the Lincoln? And the Collegiate school for that matter?"

"Yes," Austin answered. Sure, he couldn't bring Suri into this world. He'd never let his UES influence intertwine with the Gambino family, aside from parties like this where money could be made. But, if Suri knew and saw the type of money he was making, she'd understand why he was doing this. She made it seem like he was dancing to the Magic Mike anthem for a few pennies a week. The Gambino Family was making a 'killing' in the drug industry- and even though the pun wasn't intended it was definitely implied. "It's not that."

"Okay?" Suri questioned, her full lips gaped open. Wu hated that Roosevelt was going though things and resorted to selling drugs when his family was an empire though she also felt like she wasn't alone and had someone that knew what it felt like to be stripped of their status.

"Have you ever heard of the Gambino Family?"

"No." Suri stood up straight. "Hell no." Judging by Mahsuri's reaction and facial expression, she definitely heard of the Gambino crime Family and she clearly didn't want Austin involved. He didn't want to hear any preaching. Nothing would change his mind about his current lifestyle but knowing their were people in the Upper East Side that still cared about him meant a lot. "You're dealing with them?!" Suri's eyes went wide. She looked like she was about to jump out of her skin. Suri was in a state of shock and almost disgust. Why was Austin aligning himself with these people? She watched her old friends calm demeanor which only meant what Suri feared, that he had no idea what he had gotten himself into. Austin was a Roosevelt. A product of an American aristocratic family. What does he really have to gain from running the streets with misfits? The dark haired male sighed and shook his head. His new lifestyle came with a stigma that he hadn't known how to handle until now. Previously, he couldn't come to terms with what he was doing. He grew up an elite, looking down on people in the mafia. They weren't perfect but neither was the society.

"What makes us better than them?" Austin asked. The question hovered over his head ever since he made his way out of the Lincoln and to the wrong side of the tracks. He was down when the Roosevelts kicked him out. They hadn't cared to check on him and he couldn't face anyone. Not even Suri. For almost a month, he was actually living in a three star motel. The little money he had left between living and pretending in the media that was Gossip Girl that he a) wasn't hurting and b) could still keep up with his lifestyle, it was gone. He had enough for food or drugs and his final choice ended him up in Brooklyn looking for cocaine. The 'bad guys' took mercy on him. They took him in and got him back on his feet in a matter of days he was back to living the way he had always lived. "Really? Tell me!" He somewhat demanded. Every single time he thought about the things he went through and how his family didn't care it triggered him. "Because these people," he gestured to the crowd of festive elites. "Are the fucking worst. They are weak and they are hypocrites. The Gambinos would literally die before turning their backs on their own and my actual family tossed me to the side and my friends since birth cut me off because a blog told them I wasn't cool." Austin huffed. Suri didn't look like she got it. Why did he think she would? Her father was in prison after committing crimes in order to keep up appearances and here she was... Mahsuri Wu. At an elite party where she wasn't welcome just to tell people who didn't care that she was doing fine which she wasn't. "If you knew the secrets that even Gossip Girl doesn't post, you'd be disgusted by them. I'm done with all of this shit." The people who were in the Gambino family were bold. Everyone knew what they did and everyone had an opinion on it but they didn't give a shit. They lived their lives and Austin was ready to live his outside of the elite circle. He had fought with himself about a balance. How not to get caught out of fear of judgement. They all wasted too much time caring about what each other thought.

"You're one of them." Suri reminded. "One of us. By blood." Austin's statement had truth to it and weight. No family was perfect and judging by the rumors, the Roosevelt's were among the worst but so what? Family had their issues and it didn't change a thing. They were still family and when Austin decided to give up on his phase, he could clear things up with his family and be back to normal.

"Blood makes you related." Austin said dryly. "Loyalty makes you family." He added. The society knew nothing about loyalty. "I really thought you were different. Non judgmental and someone I could still talk to."

"I am. You've known me since forever." Suri spoke.

"I've known all of these people since forever and not one of them has checked on me."

"I'm one of them that has." Suri got defensive. "And as a real friend, I have to tell you when you're going down the wrong path. This isn't you."

"It is me!" Austin shook his head. "Nothing has changed. I'm me and you're you. I still got you and you still got me. Right?"

"Right." Suri sighed. Austin wouldn't budge but he was always stubborn. She hoped he figured things out before it was too late.

You know we're superstars, we are who we are!

DJ turn it up

Yale-Rose blinked her eyes trying to fight the fatigue that was coming over her. It was almost 12am and everything that would happen at an elite party would've commenced by now. Duke's flirting with the bartender was already on Gossip Girl as well as Austin Roosevelt's return to the society, Yale and Prince's photo-op and Gigi leaving with a mystery guy who was hot judging by the bad quality of the 'paparazzi' picture sent to Gossip Girl. Yale considered herself a fun girl and everyone seemed to still be having a good time. The elite circle was still lively even if Yale wanted to call it a night. Her feet hurt and all she wanted was to get Prince and get back to her house so they could cuddle, talk through their issues and have makeup sex. The brunette lazily swayed as the beginning of Billie Eilish's 'You Should See Me In A Crown' blasted through the Copacabanna speakers. The song and Billie's soothing yet raspy voice almost debunked Ariana Grande's 'God Is A Woman' as Yale's favorite song. Almost. For a moment, Yale started to believe that she had already made it to her home until she heard the crowd began to cheer. She soon realized the light show that was being initiated to follow the tune. Red, purple and blue strobe lights bounced off of the walls and Yale was hearing compliments on a show that she did not plan. The silk drapes on the ceiling began to lower and as the clock struck twelve and the beat to the song brought in the chores, Yale and everyone else saw a tan, dark haired girl in red lingerie performing the silks. What fresh hell was this and who the fuck was she?! Yale's eyes grew wide as her face turned as red as the mystery girls sheer La Perla bra and matching thong. The sorts of things that Yale wore under her clothing. Just as things were winding down and Yale was starting to fantasize about the life and queendom that her conversation with Blair and Nell painted for her. It was all about to fall apart thanks to a random slut on silks. The girls long, dark ponytail swayed as she strutted closer to the center stage. As Billie Eilish's latest single blasted through the speakers of the venue, Yale wanted to scream though her internal emotions were muted by the external sound of the crowd actually cheering. As if Yale-Rose would ever plan something like this.

"Damn girl!" Marpessa Monroe appeared from behind Yale. Marpessa's smirk was what always worried Yale. She never knew what the other elite girl was going to say or do. "I didn't think you'd have the balls to hire a lady of the night to perform life and in the Upper East Side. Especially with Prince's wandering eye lusting somewhere around here."

"What wandering eye?" Yale neck almost snapped because of the swiftness of her turn. She glared over at Marpessa with fire in her eyes. There were already so many rumors about Prince and Yale that she stopped caring or keeping up with them all. Some made her laugh and others made her wonder but this coming from Marpessa specifically made her nervous about what Marpessa might know. The brown toned girl is known for being in on everyones secrets. Some even suspected that Marpessa was Gossip Girl and honestly, Yale thought Marpessa could be Gossip Girl as well. "He loves me." Yale defended her relationship though now her thoughts were wandering.

"I never said he didn't." Marpessa winked and walked in the opposite direction. Yale's eyes followed Marpessa before locking on to Blair who didn't look as pleased as her husband, Chuck Bass. Yale's social status could be imploding in front of her eyes considering that she couldn't exactly move or make an even bigger scene. The 'show' ended, Yale Rockefeller was waiting by the backstage, arms crossed and all. As the dark haired dancer got off the stage, Yale's eyes went wide. She was fucking gorgeous. Strikingly and actually was the same age as Yale. Which evened the playing field for the mystery girls untimely murder.

"Who the fuck are you?" Yale screamed.

"You'll know soon enough." The girl winked her sea green eyes at Yale before spinning and walking down another lane granting Yale to notice that every single part of the girl was perfect. Yale hated her.

It's about damn time to live it up

I'm so sick of being so serious

Austin's eyes where where everyone elses were. The ass- the girl hanging from the curtains of the Coppacabana. It was the sexiest thing that Austin Roosevelt set his eyes on. Aside from the wild night of the Rockefeller twin's 16th birthday in Amsterdam and the summer in the Hampton's before freshman year. At the time Austin was still on good terms with his parents and everyone else that was linked to his previous Upper East Side life. He invited his entire crew to his families vacation home and Yale Rockefeller - everyones dream girl, decided to wear alittle more (less) then her usual, purple bay-watch style swim suit. She showed up with her long dark hair slicked back, and fabric that was barley there and clinged to her body as soon as she got into the Jacuzzi. Everything changed that summer, not just Boe's disappearance. But it was when Yale's sex appeal went up a few notches. As soon as he was caught looking at her for too long, her boyfriend Prince took bride in whispering to him that the girl had just lost her virginity to him. Smirking as he went into detail. That shit killed Austin a little bit. Now he was realizing that Prince wasn't the great guy everyone thought he was and that Yale deserved a guy like him. Atleast Austin was straight up with everything he had done. He never hid behind a poster child image, he left that up to Prince and Duke. Austin looked around the party hoping to lock eyes with Yale. Instead he just saw Prince with his arms around another girl. "What the fuck?" Austin said sternly. Loud enough for the 'couple' to hear. He didn't care if Prince got mad and tried to kick his ass. His boldness was kicking back in again. "Who the fuck is this?"

"What?" The blonde blinked her blue eyes. Her voice seemed sweet and she looked genuinely confused. Austin's tone softened. The girl had long wavy blonde hair and he could tell she was an elite. The fact that he didn't recognize her face from Gossip Girl just proved that she was new to the city. He wouldn't forget this girls face. Prince was prying on an innocent girl that had no idea that a) he had a girlfriend and b) she would rip this tiny female into shreds.

"Ignore him." Prince said smoothly, rubbing the girls arm. "Where did you say you were from again?" Prince licked his lips as he spoke. Austin remembered the move as something Boe, Prince's cousin, taught them. It made the guy look cool and made the girl attracted to his lips and how they might feel according to William Hilton. Austin scoffed and rested his arm on the bar, ordering a rum and coke and shaking his head as he tried to listen to the conversation being had. Maybe he should let Prince dig himself deep instead of defending Yale's honor like he intended. He wanted her to see on her own what Prince had become. Or, always was. Austin listened. The male tried texting Enzo about the nights transactions and listened. He sipped his drink, and listened. The mystery blonde was from Bentonville, Arkansas. But, for a random reason she felt like Scotland was her second home. Prince must've thought the girl was beautiful. She was, but Prince called her it so much that Austin could've mistaken it for her actual first name. She wanted to attend a university for pediatrics, had a pet rabbit and was a huge K-Pop fan. They talked for what felt like hours and he just listened. Nowhere in the conversation was Yale-Rose mentioned. How could anyone forget to mention Yale-Rose Rockefeller.

It's making my brain delirious!

I'm just talkin' truth

ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇs ᴏғ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs, ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ᴀʙʙʀᴇᴠɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ. ɴᴀᴍᴇʟʏ, ᴍᴇ.

ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏʀᴋ ᴄɪᴛʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴡᴇʀᴇ sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡs ᴏғ ᴀ 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟷 ʙᴜɪᴄᴋ ʀɪᴠɪᴇʀᴀ. ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀɴʜᴀᴛᴛᴀɴs 'ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ʙᴏᴍʙ-sᴄᴀʀᴇ' ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɴ ʟᴇɢs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ sᴀʟᴠᴀᴛᴏʀᴇ. ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀɴʜᴀᴛᴛᴀɴ 'ɪᴛ ɢɪʀʟs' ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴀʙᴇʟs ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ sᴜʀᴇ ɪғ ʀᴏsᴇ sᴄʜʟᴏssʙᴇʀɢ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ. - xᴏxᴏ ɢᴏssɪᴘ ɢɪʀʟ

All that Gigi could feel around her was heat, fire and angst. She wasn't a virgin and she wasn't a saint but something about the guy she just met that had her feeling 10x more un-holy then the girls reputation around the Upper East Side already was. And no one would be surprised that she left a party for a quick time. She was taking after her older cousin and was this generations Paris Hilton -nay Serena Van Der Woodsen. The blonde bombscare and nothing less was expected from her than to create the wildest moments. Did she feel bad that she didn't get to spend time with Yale? Sure. However, Yale probably appreciated actually being the center of attention for an entire night. Gigi showed up, served looks, took a few pictures and left with a good looking elite. It was a usual night and story the mind blowing sex she had just had would be a voucher of forgiveness for Yale Rockefeller if she didn't see things the same thing Gigi did. Gigi bit her full lips and tossed her wild mane out of her face as she got a good look of the hotel. The immaculate view from the full wall window told her she was at Park Central and the hotels clock confirmed that Yale's party was indeed over. Gigi's naked body twirled through the lux sheets as she tried her best to find her iPhone through it all. The bright light from her iPhone felt like it burned her irises for a quick second. A few text messages from Yale, none of them seemed upset, more so just informative of the events she missed. Gossip Girl already had a lengthy post on the nights events and Gigi knew she was mentioned. Probably to say what she knew - she looked great and was a slut. Typical. Gigi ignored the most recent post and scrolled through the archive. She wasn't used to being infatuated with another person. Guys drooled over her and she was gone in a New York minute but here she was cuddling a pillow that smelt like 'Eros' by Versace, wishing she knew his mothers middle name and random facts like his favorite song. During their car ride she bummed some of his fat cigar as Drake's song, 'Mob Ties' played though they had sex to Frank Sinatra. This man was out of this world. Every bone in his body. Gigi scrolled through Gossip Girls catalog hoping this guy was mentioned even the slightest. She had no idea where to start. She searched every minuscule detail she could thing of thus far. He was wearing a Burberry suit, a Rolex and he had a classic car that looked brand new. His face was chiseled perfectly. Ofcourse he was an elite. As her short acrylic nails clicked against her phone screen she noticed the faint sound of the suites shower. He didn't leave. Usually in 'one night stands' someone disappears. Maybe it was just that Gigi woke up to early for him to get his clean get away but she didn't care. This was her chance to get dirty. As she bravely stepped off of the bed and grabbed his dress shirt, sliding in to it - checking the tag ofcourse. Givenchy. They had those horrid 'Iris' print shirts that Gigi thought were the worst thing they could've designed. The red smeers did nothing for the green in the suit that she tore of of her contender, though things like that didn't matter at the moment. She walked into the lavish hotel bathroom and smirked at the males silhouette in the shower curtain.

"Room for one more?" His gorgeous head peered from behind the shower curtain and when his green eyes landed on her, she dropped his shirt to the floor, softly kicking it to the side. "Well?" Her full lips smirked as he opened the curtain, completely revealing himself. Gigi almost slobbered over her bare chest over how bad she wanted him. Though she kept her face and body calm and collected, she stepped into the walk in shower and let him lift her up to his waist with his bare hands, pushing her against the tile of the shower walls initiating round II.

I'm telling you 'bout the shit we do

We're sellin' our clothes, sleepin' in cars

A tinted and all exclusive 2018 Mercedes-Benz G-Class parked in the lot of the Waldorf Astoria hasn't rose suspicion in a few days. None of the elite residents of the luxury hotel saw the red flags of the slim, glowing tan skin belonging to the Wu women as they snuck and crept back to their home. No, not the WA, the Benz. Even though the reports and ramblings the woman did were true, Michael Yeoh, Suri's father, did hide money incase his affairs were seized. However, they, couldn't get it. Her father made it so that no one could get to his cut, including herself or mother. And her grandparents weren't willing to give to Suri's mother or give Suri her inheritance until she was eighteen. Meaning that Suri had no money until next year and her mother had none in general. No one would want the wife of an economic criminal working for them - not that Datin Sri Tina Yeoh had any working skills. Both woman had been too proud to reach out to anyone and sell their things since they still had appearances to uphold. The dark haired girl huffed at her current living situation, adjusting the 'take away' plate she prepared for herself and her mother after 'Kiss', resting it on the dash board and checking the coast. Ran was now taking her 'turn' in the hotel showers thanks to a few staff members that still had respect for the family. Suri always thought that treating people nicely went a long way. It was what set herself aside from her peers. She respected everyone and this situation she was in, was a lesson. If she treated the hotel staff the way others treated their staff, they wouldn't be risking their jobs, keeping a million dollar secret and going out of their way to look out for her. It helped, but this wasn't enough for Suri. The mighty had fallen and this summer was horrible. How could she show her face at Chapin? How would she be able to keep this up for another few weeks ... and even through her senior year? The brunette fought back tears as she checked the rear view mirror for her mothers shadow. Once she knew the coast was clear, she pushed the food plate closer to the side and dug through her purse grabbing the small bag that Austin Rockefeller sold her. She traded her Mario Valentino purse for the money and after being seen in the Petite Malle bag, her current Louis Vuitton would be next. The white, crystallized substance was gently placed on the dashboard, while Suri straightened the formation with her razor. It was almost like she had stars for eyes, this moment at night was what had been getting her through her days. The only thing that felt like it mattered.

Dressin' it down, hittin' on dudes (hard!)

You know we're superstars, we are who we are!

ʜᴇʏ ᴜᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴇᴀsᴛ sɪᴅᴇʀs, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏssɪᴘ ɢɪʀʟ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ.

Marpessa Monroe slipped into her dimly lit bedroom and smirked to herself at the cimmerian vibe that her chambers held. The beautiful girl felt butterflies as a familiar shadow moved through the darkness. "I wish you would've come." Her confession filled the silence as she slipped out of her heels. Nothing else was heard through the small pause of silence until the embellishments of her designer dress hit the floor. "I missed you." She pouted, moving closer to the male silhouette.

ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴀʟᴇ ʀᴏsᴇ's ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴋɪss.

"Not yet." A deeper voice spoke, wrapping his arms around her small waist, pulling her in with a passionate roughness. "You really missed me?" The boy smirked, his blue eyes lit by the faint glimmer of light through her window. He was a sight to see. A sight that the entire Upper East Side had been trying to see for months. Years, even. Boe Hilton was Manhattan's most wanted, and Don Roe's best kept secret. Even after time, and everything that they had been through, she had been the only person he wanted to see since his departure. She was still the only person he wanted to see. "You missed me?" Boe teased, licking his lips sexily as he gripped on Marpessa's ass. "Show me how much." He almost demanded as he lifted her, throwing her down to her bed.

ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴜᴘ. xᴏxᴏ - ɢᴏssɪᴘ ɢɪʀʟ