A/N: Hiiii, Alex here. I am so thankful for all the wonderful reviews/feedback you all left me regarding last chapter. I am so happy that you all are loving the story just as mush as I am loving writing it, so thank you all very, very, very, much. So, this chapter took me a really long time to write, mostly because I kept rewriting it, so that it would be perfect. So here is the chapter:

xoxo, Alex


Chapter Four

"I am done with men!", Agnes Shaw declared, sliding into her seat across from Jenny and Mathew. She removed the long scarf from around her neck, hanging it and her jacket on the back of her seat. "I am seriously done with the male species and their damn way of thinking".

"Agnes", Jenny hissed, covering Mathew's ears with her hands, giving her friend a pointed look. Agnes gave an apologetic smile, knowing how her friend was when it came to Mathew.

The three of them were sitting at a local café, Steamy Dates, in Brooklyn. After attending all of Mathew's lessons for the day, the two of them took the subway into Brooklyn to meet Agnes for lunch, who called saying she had a major crisis. Agnes was always in the mist of a major crisis, causing Jenny not to really freak out like she normally would.

"What I meant to say is that men are bad creatures that think they know everything, when they don't", Agnes explained, picking up a menu off the table, looking through. Jenny laughed softly at her friend. Agnes was always damning the male species to hell, only to end up back in yet another failed relationship. She was currently dating a struggling photographer she'd met on a photo shoot a month ago. They were always fighting, ending with a breakup only for them to come back together.

"What did he do this time? Steal your black fingernail polish again?", Jenny asked amused, remembering the petty fights Agnes and her boyfriends would always have.

Agnes mocked laughter. "No, it was much more serious this time. Like he wants me to pose nude for him serious".

Jenny-who was taking a sip of her iced latté at the time-choked slightly. She looked up at her friends with a shocked expression. Jenny was definitely a prude and all her friends and family knew that. "He wants you to do what?".

"Pose nude", Agnes repeated, the waiter arriving with her coffee. He sat it down in front of her, then did a quick glance up-and-down her body, totally checking her out. He smiled approvingly. "…he said some crap about it being natural and good for the both of our careers".

"How could this be good for your career, unless you're trying to purse one with Playboy", Jenny asked, still shocked by her friends words and boyfriends' stupid idea.

"Seriously, when I do pose nude it's not going to be for men to jerk off to and it sure as hell ain't going to be for some sleazy up-and-coming photographer", Agnes explained, pouring three sugar packets into her cup of coffee. She began to stir the steaming drink with her tip of her finger, not at all effected by the temperature.

Shaking her head softly at her friends words, Jenny took a sip of her latté through the bright green straw. "What did you tell him after he asked you?".

Agnes munched on the banana nut muffin in front of Jenny, savoring the taste, her mouth full as she spoke, "I told his sorry ass to get his shit and get the hell out of my house".

"I'm sorry it didn't work out, babe, you seemed to really like him", she smiled sympathetically, although she never really did like Aaron, the sleaze-ball that wanted her friend to pose nude for him.

"Hey, it's not like you didn't warn me", Agnes pointed out, dumping three more packets of sugar into her coffee, stirring once again with the tip of her finger. "I'm just tired of being in failed relationships".

Jenny smiled weakly, taking another sip of her drink. Sometimes she envied her friends dating history. There were times when Jenny wished she could share bad breakup stories and have her friends wipe her tears rather it always being her buying the pint of ice cream, handing out tissues, and giving sympathy. Sometimes Jenny wanted to feel the hurt of a breakup or the bliss of a new romance. Between being Mathew's babysitter/nanny, the demanding time consumer that was school, and her fear of getting close to someone, Jenny didn't have time for a romance to bloom. Agnes would always tell her that one day when she least expected it, a good man was going to come into her life, sweeping her off her feet. Jenny really loved fairytales, but the chances of that happening to her were slim to none.

"What time did V say that she was coming?", Agnes asked suddenly, halting Jenny from her thoughts.

Looking down at the clock on her phone, Jenny answered, "She should be here in like twenty minutes or less, why?".

"It's just that I really need to talk to the two of you about something". Agnes pulled out her iphone-a gift she'd gotten herself after the large amount of money she's made on her last shoot-and started texting. "She says she'll be here in 5...4...3...2...1.…ah, there she is".

Jenny smiled, seeing her other best friend and roommate enter the Steamy Dates, her jet-black curls covering the top half of her face. Vanessa Abrams was Jenny's befriend since freshman year at Constance Billard-the posh private school in the Upper East Side-and now roommate. The two shared everything: secrets, clothes, advice and much more. When meeting Agnes three years back it was like the missing link of their tight bond was found and now all three girls shared a Brooklyn apartment and adventurous careers.

Vanessa was a rising independent film maker. Her work was very eclectic between covering the gay pride parade in time square-which she was glad to be apart of considering she was a lesbian-the dangers of subways in New York City, how the fast food industries are responsible for heartburn, and Jenny's ultimate favorite: the truth behind the fashion world. Vanessa, like Jenny and Agnes loved to dress different, in bright colors, long scarves, and ripped t-shirts. As of now, she was sporting ripped jeans, bright yellow and blue tee, and paint stained combat boots. There was a scarf tied around her neck, along with her camera, which she never left home without, completed with the knockoff channel purse Agnes brought her last Christmas.

"Can I get a black coffee, sugar cookie, and a blueberry muffin", Vanessa ordered to the cashier behind the counter, removing her jacket and scarves. Sliding into the booth next to Agnes she smiled greeting her friends, "Hey, girlies, what's this all about".

Before Agnes could answer, Jenny said, "Aaron wanted Agnes to pose nude for him".

Vanessa blinked a total of twelve times before speaking, "Wow".

Agnes laughed, punching Vanessa playfully in the arm. "Nice reaction". She brought the white polythene cup to her lips, gulping down the rest of her very sugary coffee before ordering another.

Vanessa smiled thankfully at the waiter that brought her order, sprinkling more sugar onto her cookie, then taking a big bite. "What did you end up telling him?".

"I told him to suck it", Agnes smiled against the brim of her cup, where her lip-gloss branded it. "Now is not the time to pose nude, especially not for your struggling photographer boyfriend".

"Well, I'm really proud of you for not doing it, although I did think you'd do it", Vanessa said honestly. It was no secret that Agnes wasn't that big on morals, always partying and hooking up with random males.

"I'm proud of you, too, Aggie", Jenny smiled, before finishing the last of her iced latte, then digging into her banana nut muffin that was almost gone, due to Agnes picking at it the entire time. Beside her, Mathew was asleep, his head resting on her jacket in the seat, sock-clad feet in her lap. The soccer practice he attended earlier always left the little boy worn out, ready for a long nap. Jenny reached down, stroking the little boys hair. "...and I'm even more proud that you broke up with him".

Agnes shrugged, now picking at the blueberry muffin in front of Vanessa. "He wasn't all that good in that sack anyway. A total dud".

"Wow, it's a good thing I'm not a guy, otherwise that would totally hurt", Vanessa chuckled deep, sipping from the coffee mug in front of her. She beckoned for the waiter to come over, then ordered three crab salads, iced tea, and a basket of breadsticks. The three of them sat there for a while, finishing off their snacks, neither talking until Vanessa stated, "I found a new project".

The other two girls brighten up, loving to hear all about their friends' latest film project. "What is it about?", Jenny asked curiously.

Vanessa sighed, wiping her sugary hands down the front of her shirt. "It's not that kind of project, I have to film some chicks wedding. The only plus is that the gig pays good and the bride is hot".

"I need a gig, something that pays good, too", Jenny complained, earning a disbelieving look from her friends.

Agnes laughed, kicking Jenny softly under the table. "What are you talking about? You work for Howie "The Captain" Archibald, that guy is rolling in dead presidents".

"Yeah, I should be getting paid the big bucks, right?". CONFESSION NUMBER FOUR: Outsiders of the Upper East Side world look in, only to see money, sex, and power. They also think that working for these people entitled you to that, too. Well, those people are wrong! Upper East Side workers are set up in a pyramid. At the top you have the driver, now most people wouldn't expect for the driver to be so high up, but they get paid extra to keep the affairs that goes on in the backseat quiet. Next, we have the cooks, their responsible for the meals, which means they get paid extra in the fear they'll poison the rich and fabulous. After them, we have the maid, who basically run the house. Skipping a few more jobs like the doorman, the floor polisher, the extra maid, at the bottom of the pyramid in tiny letter you'll see that babysitter/nanny. Which means for a struggling college girl like Jenny, the Archibald's paycheck doesn't really pay all of her long line of bills and debts. If only the Archibald's paid her more, Jenny would be able to-

"Hey, sexy, thinking about me", a too familiar deep, husky voice whispered into Jenny's ears. Nate was bending down next to her, his hot breath coating the side of her neck, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. He noticed the shiver he'd caused and smirked. "I guessed right, uh?".

Jenny sucked her teeth, leaning away from him, getting a good look at his face. "Yeah, I was wondering if you'd get here on time like you promised".

"Anxious to see me", He stated, a cocky smirk on his face, that Jenny couldn't help but melt from, but fought the urge to not let him see that. Nate glanced over the table at Agnes and Vanessa-both having amused/curious looks on their faces-smiling, sending them both a wink. "I was anxious to see you, too".

It had been three days since their encounter in the kitchen, and Jenny did all she could to avoid alone time with Nate. Always rushing off to her room right after tucking Mathew in, making sure Nate's door was closed when she ventured out to work on her sketches. There was something about Nate that both thrilled and scared Jenny. He didn't seem physically dangerous, but Jenny was afraid of his body: his godly abs, broad shoulders, and lovely back. Pushing all thought of 'Sexy Nate' out of her head, Jenny focused on the reason he was there. She bend down, picking up Mathew's bag from the floor. When she rose up to hand the bag to Nate he was grinning like the chestier cat. "What?",

Nate leaned in close to her, his mouth millimeter from hers. "Your rack is huge in that shirt, and I just got a very good look at you breast".

Jenny's mouth flew open in shock, her hands instantly moving to cover her chest. "You are so crude".

"That's what they all say". Nate moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, his voice husky, milking over sex. Jenny shifted in her seat. "...right before they cum".

"I think I just came", Agnes interjected, undressing Nate with her eyes. He smirked at her, before standing up, throwing Mathew's bag over his shoulder. He reached over Jenny-frozen in her place-and picked his baby brother up, then kissing Jenny softly on her neck.

"I'll see you back at the house". And with that Nate was gone, leaving Jenny on fire.

The friends were quiet, no one saying anything. There salads were all laid out in front of them, ice in their tea melting, and breadsticks getting cold. "Damn, Jenny, who was that?".

She looked at Vanessa, her face flushed from both embarrassment and lust. Composing herself quickly, Jenny responded, "Just the Archibald's oldest son", she said coolly, hoping the subject would change. Jenny started picking at her salad with the end of her fork.

"He is so hot!", Agnes gushed, fanning herself with a napkin. She looked over and Jenny, then accused, "You guys are totally screwing!".

"A little louder, Agnes, I don't think the people outside heard you", Jenny snapped, referring to the glances that were sent her way. She dropped her fork into her salad, her appetite long gone. "...and no we are not sleeping together. Is everything sex with you two".

Vanessa and Agnes looked at each other then answered in unison, "Yeah, pretty much".

Vanessa laughed, patting Jenny on the hand over the table. "But you have to admit, you and him had some pretty intense chemistry just then".

Jenny scoffed, a look of disgust acting on her face. "What chemistry? I don't even like him".

"Well, he sure does like you", Vanessa chuckled, before taking a big bite of crab salad.

Jenny sipped at her tea, trying to let the situation pass, but couldn't without defending herself. "Look, Nate is a womanizing...male, ok, he was with a girl the first night I met him. He is clearly not boyfriend let alone husband material".

"God, Jenny, you are such a prude pretentious bitch", Agnes snapped, throwing her hands up in frustration. Jenny's mouth flew open, shocked and hurt by her friends words.

"Agnes", Vanessa warned.

"Jenny, I love you, I really do but sometimes you just really piss me off". Agnes sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, composing herself and thoughts. "...what I meant to say is that you have got to get out of that bubble you live in".

"And what's that bubble called, Agnes, huh? Because I call it the real world", Jenny argued.

"Really? You live in the real world? That's funny because to me you don't, more like a self absorbed bubble", Agnes shot.

Jenny remained silent, focusing hard on the lettuce as she stabbed it with her fork. Never had one of her friends spoke this way to her, sure they told her about her uptight ways, but not like this. Jenny was usually the one making the outburst on how her friends were acting. And now she was on the receiving end, not liking it one bit. Jenny knew that she was a prude, admitting it everyday. She knew about her pretentious ways, putting herself on a high pedestal from the others. She knew how bad she could be, a negative Nelly, so big on morals, goals, and self-respect. Jenny knew all of this, secretly saying it to herself, never hearing the words out loud, coming from someone else's mouth.

"Jenny, I'm sorry", Agnes apologized. She really hadn't meant to hurt Jenny's feeling, knowing how sensitive her friend really was, but something had to be said. "You just really need to lower yourself off that pedestal. Believe it or not, you're not that good of a person. You're a judgmental, bitter, bitch".

Not wanting to hear her friends words anymore, Jenny packed up her stuff, throwing a twenty dollar bill on the table, then bolting out the door. She paid no attention to Vanessa's voice calling her out the door, as she rushed down the street, towards the subway. Her whole life, Jenny was the one bringing people to reality, priding herself on being the truth teller. But tonight was different for her, far away from her comfort zone. Tonight she was the one being analyzed, and it was all because that stupid Nate Archibald. If he hadn't shown up, putting on a show for her friends then she wouldn't have been storming out of the restaurant, leaving her friendship with Agnes to hang in the balance. There was a small part of Jenny that didn't even care whether she and Agnes remained friends, but there was a big part of her that cringed at the thought of not having Agnes or Vanessa in her life. They were her salvation, the people that let her be who she really was: a pretentious, self absorbed, prude, bitch.

But hearing the words from Agnes' mouth, made Jenny's stomach twist in knots, her throat clog, hands clammy, and face flush. It made her feel like she was the messed up one out of the group versus it being Vanessa of Agnes. The subway ride into Manhattan seemed to drag, forcing Jenny to look over the conversation she and Agnes shared. In some ways Agnes was right, but she was saying nothing new to Jenny. She knew all those things about her, just never admitting it aloud. It didn't dawn on Jenny that she was crying until she entered the Archibald's living room, finding Nate sitting on the couch, with Mathew next to him, fast asleep. There was something about the look on Nate's face when he saw her that made Jenny's heart stop a little. He reached for her, and hesitantly Jenny took his hand, letting him wrap his arms around her body.

Jenny hated losing control over a situation, having someone have the upper hand. She need to drive the situation, turning it whichever way she wanted it to go. She'd always been that way, since birth her father would say, and everyone around Jenny knew that, which was why they graciously let her take control. She hated the fact that with Nate her control went out the window. And now as she cried on his shoulder, staining his shirt, Jenny let him take the wheel, driving her to some place she didn't know anything about.