A/N this is not as good as last chapter. And I didn't get enough time with a few characters but there is an opportunity at the bottom for a plot line
Shay's POV
I was sprawled across some cream Egyptian cotton sheets. The light that peaked through the curtain felt like a constant stab in my brain, but not as much as looking around; I decided to never to move my eyeballs again. I was never hung-over before but this was no doubt what it was supposed to feel like.
I groaned and rolled over, to see what was next to me. Derek was on his back, mouth wide open, his whole upper body tipped backward on the white bank of pillows. His head angles towards me, as if even in his sleep he knew this was the way to display his neck and shoulder muscles.
Moving sounded torturous, I had to debate even opening my eyes, but eventually I swung my legs slowly over the side and tip toed towards the dress left in a heap on the floor. As I searched for my bra I saw something that made my stomach churn and almost made me yack all over his room. There was a stretched out condom- used one that had obviously missed the garbage can when Derek had made a feeble attempt at throwing it away. I can't believe I had sex with Derek Sterling- of all people! Especially when the only person I wish- never mind...
I found my phone just as it was about to die. Who should I call? I could call my friends but after finding out about this, what would they say to me? I also wanted to call Wilson... but he'd never understand... and I had to admit, I knew it was over after this. I decided on Marina.
"Oh. my. God. Shay!" she exclaimed in a worried tone. "I've called you like- 10 times! Where are you? Are you okay?" She said it a hurrying tone.
"yeah, I'm fine. Listen can you grab me? I'll meet you at the Palace Hotel." And with that my phone died.
I opened up Derek's closet to see 1000's of dollars worth of clothes, shoes and hair products. I grabbed a pair of sweats and a v neck shirt and quickly got dressed.
"Leaving so soon?" Derek's raspy voice asks from the bed. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Screw off." I mumble making my way out hoping he forgets what my face looks like. How pathetic is it that I don't want Derek- the guy that took my virginity- to know my face?
I strolled down the street. Dress and heels in hand, looking painfully hung-over and walk of shameish. Eventually, Marina's black Lexus pulled up, a birthday present for her recent sixteenth birthday. They both wore last night's makeup and had glassy eyes.
When I crawled next to them in the backseat, the driver started the car.
"Iced latte," Hadey mumbled handing me a plastic cup, "your favorite."
I sipped it a few times ignoring the faces my friends gave me.
"So what happened?" Marina asked. "Where were you? Where did you go? Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm completely fine," I lied. They couldn't handle the truth. I'd never be the same to them again. I guess I didn't trust them. "I ended up having a sleepover with a new friend."
Hadey looked hurt, "who?"
"Rowan Collins," I said. I would text Rowan later and let her know (after I get her number). I feel like she would understand. "We're at the Metra. Just drop me off." And without another thought I jumped out of the car (while it was moving) and swiped my Metra card home.
Wilson POV
Sunday brunch. What a concept it all is. We all gather around a table with people like us. Network, drink, chat and grow bonds so that there is never a need to let anyone into our circle. I used to love brunch. Highlight of my sober week, but as I paced back and forth in front of the Palace Hotel... for once the French toast was not on my mind.
I smiled, shook hands and had my cheeks kissed by dozens of aristocratic families, until I saw the one I was looking for- the Sterling's.
"Good morning Mrs. Sterling," I smiled at Derek's mother as she kissed both cheeks and gushed about some physical characteristic I possessed. I gave a firm handshake to his dad until I was face to face with Derek himself.
"I got some green if you wanna hang around the service entrance," he smiled at me. I don't smoke- damages lungs and Rugby is too important. Plus Derek knows that, but obviously he wants to talk.
"Sure," I nodded as we walked around. Derek starts rolling a joint, "listen man, I have to tell you something."
He stopped rolling and smirked up at me, "good or bad?"
"Not good"
"So bad, alright tell me."
"I made out with Freya, that's all that happened we did not do anything else. Bro I'm so so sorry."
I saw his knuckles whiten as he squeezed his lighter. His face was angry but he tried to hide it. After a pause where he gained composure, "why are you telling me this?"
"I don't want you hearing it from Gossip Girl or thinking I banged her or some other rumor," He looked like he was about to hit me. I could take him, but I didn't want to. I knew the next thing I say would get me back in with him so I quickly added in, "I don't want Edward using it against you."
Another pause then he smiled, "good thinking. And just so I fully understand did she come onto you?"
"Yeah, I refused to have sex with her though. I swear," I told him. It was the truth. I said 'no' to her last night and she started crying. I could have held her or brought her home but instead I buttoned up my shirt and left, "I'm sorry man."
Derek nodded then put out his hand to shake, "don't worry about it. You didn't tell Freya about my umm… extracurricular women and I appreciate that- although Tom still hasn't talked to me since he found out it was Rowan Collins. But by the end of the night I got with some random virgin."
I forced myself to chuckle, "how'd you know she was a virgin?"
"I need new sheets," we both laughed as he puffed on the joint, "so what do we do about Edward? Last time I saw that fuzzy haired prick he had us both arrested."
"We could beat the living shit out of him," I grunted. But we all know what's going to happen. He's going to get with Ivy and take out Derek.
Within seconds our phone's buzzed. A picture of me shirtless intertwined with Freya on top of me popped up with some caption about my lack of loyalty.
GG: seems to me that F and W have a dirty little secret. I wonder how a certain blonde haired hottie will feel about this.
"Or you could just make out with Ivy since you like doing that to your friends," Derek smirked at me. "Just kidding Wilson. Low blow. Let's go somewhere else, I'm not in a brunching mood."
So we walked, ate at a diner and hung out for the day.
MONDAY
Freya's POV
Seeing Wilson sulk into class was torture. But like usual he sat down at the back table in between Ivy and I, and as usual, asked about our Sundays and chatted. No mention of me straddling him in the conference room of some hotel or of the Gossip Girl blast everyone was gushing about. People filtered into class, but when the Mexican boy- Ricky came in Wilson jumped up.
He walked to the front of his table. Ivy and I stayed quiet so we could here.
"Where is she?" He asked them point blank.
Ricky- although obviously intimidated- shook his head, "whom are you talking about? Freya? You were just sitting with her."
"Don't piss me off Ricardo. Or I may just mention to a special someone how you lied about a hookup," Wilson demanded.
Ricky got up- even if he was much shorter, I admired his courage, "are you threatening me?" he spat.
Wilson smiled sinisterly. I haven't seen this Wilson since Edward was around. He looked back at me and we made eye contact. I saw his shoulders slacken then he looked back at Ricky, "I like Shay. I made a mistake and I'm sorry, but I'm not a bad person."
Ricky studied him- hard. Then sat down, "History. She has Dr. Johnson," he mumbled.
Wilson then got up and looked at Madam Rose. "I feel ill, may I go to the nurse?"
She immediately met his eyes. She knew he didn't feel ill. Madam Rose, like most teachers, chose this school for a reason. Like most "normal" people she was fascinated with the lives of the elite. The Shepard family's mark on modern medicine was too grand to go unnoticed and Wilson was just another person Madam was agoged with. With a flick of her manicured hand she dismissed him.
I turned to Ivy, "at least I don't have to worry about Wilson's lingering feelings." I couldn't help but feel glum as he jogged out the door, but I couldn't dwell because within seconds someone else walked in. Bell rang just as a boy clad in the St. Jude's uniform of a yellow shirt, red tie and navy blazer walked in. He looked the same as when I last saw him, with a mop of dark hair and heavy, solemn brows that were offset by a boyish grin. A pair of eyes the color of sea glass gleamed under his long fringe. I heard Ivy gasp next to me but he hadn't noticed her yet.
"salut agréable de vous rencontrer," he smiled at Madam Rose. She seemed taken aback by his French but nonetheless carried on a mini conversation
I quickly turned to Ivy, "do you want to go? I can make up an excuse! Get my dad to call us out or-"
It was too late. He was walking back.
"Ivy, you look beautiful," he smiled at her in his annoying accent. She stood up to let him get through and take Wilson's chair and he pulled her into a hug- kissing her on the cheek. "Freya," he cheered. I got up and gave him a one armed hug. Edward was quite strong despite his wirey frame, but physical strength was never a necessity. Much like a certain cheating exboyfriend of mine and he was also master manipulator.
Ivy was dumbstruck so I did my best to entertain Edward, "how was London?"
"Fantastic. As was Milan, Rome, Florence and about a dozen other Italian cities. I spent most of my time there. Was that Wilson I saw leaving the classroom?"
"Yeah it was," I answered in a monotone voice
"My old running buddy has gotten huge!" He smiled.
Ivy snorted.
Edward smiled at Ivy, "yes Ms. Montgomery?"
"We all know exercise isn't your strong suit. It was always Derek or Wilson running and you propelling yourself forward on desperate exhalations and sheer force of will. Not an athletic bone in your body."
"Had that brewing for a while haven't you?" Edward said, "but I have to say that my athleticism has gotten stronger with every passing second. I ran a marathon in Paris a few monthes back."
"Someone needs to pinch you cause only in a dream would you ever run more than a mile," she smirked and looked forward. I was impressed by her ability to make fun of him even if he happened to have driven her borderline insane.
"Well hopefully we can expel ill thoughts of me from your mind soon. Dinner? Lunch? I'll even settle for a Breakfast."
"I am forbidden to see you, but even if I wasn't, desperation isn't something I'm attracted to," Ivy said looking forward and acting disinterested.
Wilson's POV
I jogged to the other part of the school. Lying, skipping class and general misbehavior was unusual for me but a certain rush came from it. Like I got control. I soon found myself in the history hallway. I saw Dr. Johnson's door and knocked. Dr. Johnson opens the door and steps into the hallway. I never had her, but her tiny smile and eyes, saucer-round with what seems like perpetual bewilderment was hard to miss. We all said she looked like a sugar glider.
"Excuse me Doctor Johnson, I have been asked to retrieve Ms. Shay-" Crap I don't know her last name.
Luckily, Dr. Johnson wasn't too nitpicky about rules or common sense and she went in and called out the blonde.
Shay came into the hallway with a combination of worried, but once she saw why she was really called, it morphed into an angry expression. I guess she wasn't happy to see me.
She really was something else. Her tresses of silky blonde hair were fit neatly into a high carefree ponytail. Her pale blue eyes looked at me like a puppy dog- a pissed off puppy dog though, but they were wide and curious. Dimples were pressed under Shay's high cheekbones that became especially prevelant when she smiled. My pulse quickened at the sight of her, but I squared my shoulders and was ready to share my feelings.
"Hey, I just wanted to talk," I said leading her towards the courtyard.
"I have class and really am not in the mood to talk to you." She responded sitting across from me at a round table and crossing her arms.
"The Gossip Girl blast," I mumbled. "I want to explain-"
She cut me off and whisper yelled frantically, "I don't care Wilson. I hardly know you."
"Well I care and I also care that you don't care," I tried responding softly.
"I am disappointed but-"
"That's caring Shay- hold up and listen." I leaned forward and reached to hold her hands across the table- but like I expected, she wasn't having it. "Freya has this power over me, well she used to. Saturday night everything changed. She was undeniable to me until I learned to deny her"
"You didn't deny her," Shay said shaking her head like I was stupid or something. "I saw the picture dumbass."
"I didn't have sex with her. Which is what she wanted, but I couldn't have sex with her when I had a certain blonde on my mind," I responded giving her a small smile
"Whose the blonde? Ivy?" she rolled her eyes playing dumb
"You."
There was a pause. Shay looked down to put on that perfect poker face and when she looked up I could see excitement in her eyes, "do you feed these lines to all your girls?"
"I don't care enough to…" I responded. "I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings by doing that. It was out of character but I do like you." There I said it! She didn't respond but once again a smile was being held back on her face. I gave her the biggest smile I could muster, "go out with me."
This caught her off guard, "Excuse me?"
"Go out with me. I'll make a reservation at Butter or anywhere, but I'm sick of playing by other people's rules. I like you Shay and I want to get to know you," I smiled at her taking both her hands in mine. She didn't pull away.
"I don't know…" Shay mumbled.
Yes she did. I know she did. I put on a brave face and tried to hide my nervousness, "yes you do. You don't waste a moment being indecisive. Go out with me. If you feel similarly to me, then give me a shot."
She paused then smiled, "Before I had actually met you I had believed behind your rugged and confident exterior, you were self-destructive and self-loathing to an almost pathological degree. I'll go out with you, but not Wilson Shepard."
Ouch. How could someone hate me that much without even knowing me? I looked around at all the lockers inside the building, did all their owners feel the same way? I decided to laugh, but I don't think I've ever been this confused, "you do realize that I am Wilson Shepard right?"
She nodded and smiled, "I like you but I hate your reputation and your public life. I don't want my friends to think I am involved with the assholess that run the Upper East Side."
I looked down, "so you're ashamed of me?" It hurt to say this and I was terrified of my voice cracking. I haven't opened up since- well I don't know and this is what happens… great.
She put her hand on my leg quickly, "I like you, but not your name, or zip code, or who everyone else thinks you are. Please? I don't like the parties you go to-"
I made myself smiled, "probably cause you puke down the bar."
She put on a fake angry face, "not funny." She paused, "we lead different lives. Your friends won't like me and mine won't take a second to get to know you. They already know what they think about you. They have made up their minds."
"Fine," I nodded, disappointed but I guess I understood. "So no Butter? Or dates?"
She prodded my cheek with her finger, "no Butter, no parties and no public relationship."
"My friends are going to think it's weird that I'm no longer hooking up with other girls," I tried teasing her moving my face slightly closer to hers and scooting around the table.
"Then hook up with other girls," she blurted out.
"Really?" I smirked calling her bluff.
"No… don't hook up with other girls," she smiled back. "Definitely don't hook up with other girls."
"Where do we hang out?"
"My place, maybe yours. Brooklyn is a safe bet. Parts of Manhattan," she started listing. I nodded as she talked. "The Metra."
I let out a loud laugh imagining going on a date in the smelly train, "fine. I accept your terms," I paused. "For now…."
I looked around. Most people with first period free don't show up until second so there was no one around. I put my forehead against her. She looked down and held my red tie lightly. "I'm going to kiss you now okay?"
She didn't answer, nor did I wait for her too. My hands caught her gently behind the neck and I pressed my mouth to hers, softly but firmly. I moved my hand up to her face until it was woven in her hair. I could feel a pulse through her lips and taste the mint gum that she had in the corner of her mouth somewhere. I didn't pry her mouth open to deepen the kiss, nor did she. When we broke apart I quickly opened my eyes to see hers were still closed happily.
I breathed in her air and eventually pulled away.
Freya's POV
We left class after the bell. Ivy and I, with Edward trailing behind us sharing stories about his adventures. I turned around to ask him to bug off, but another sight greeted my eyes instead. I saw Derek sneaking up behind Rowan Collins and put his hands over her eyes. She stopped and ran her hands up his arm, then squealed, turned around and hugged him. Derek slips his hands inside the back of her skirt, and she didn't even flinch. What a skank.
Edward turned around and laughed, "my boy Derek! Still drinking that cranberry juice?"
Derek's face turned white and he quickly took his hands out of the Rowan's skirt. "Edward… Thought you would end up going to Unity or Dalton considering you were expelled from St. Jude's."
Edward ignored Derek's dig and started talking to Rowan, "you know this guy," he said putting at arm around Derek's shoulders. "Has sooo much sex that he has to drink cranberry juice to avoid bladder infections."
Man I liked this. Derek looked horrified but faked his composure, "I haven't taste cranberry juice for a long time, but at least I didn't have to wait to be 16 until I lost my virginity."
Edward shrugged, "age is just a number friend and I lost it to someone special." He turned to smile at Ivy who melted under his stare, "but since then I've made love to at least 4 girls in every city in Italy. Sometimes a few at once." Ivy grunted her distaste, crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
Wilson eventually came back down the hall. He looked like he was walking on air as he smiled to himself staring at his shoes. "Willy boy!" Edward smiled at him. Wilson looked up and a shadow crossed his brow. "No hard feelings about our last encounter right?"
In 3 strides Wilson walked right up against Edward. He grabbed Edward from the collar hoisted him up and slammed him against the locker. "Yeah, there are hard feelings," Wilson said between his teeth- still holding him where Edward's toes just skim the ground takes him off then slams him into them again. "You're a prick."
I gave Derek a look. He nodded and put a hand on Wilson's shoulder. Derek whispered something in his ear and the two of them walked down the hallway.
Tom's POV
I knew what was going on. Edward was in town. Even if I had no phone the hallways screamed that he was back by being completely silent. Edward was not perfect, actually he was imperfect but he knew how to control. During his time things were different. Wilson wasn't his usual brooding himself but more angry and aggressive. Often getting in fights and Edward knew how to easily get him started. Derek was verbally abused daily to keep him down and made fun of. I was close to irrelevant. A minion really.
Ivy's POV
I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to figure things out. That was always my intention with Edward.
But once he walked through my door. Of my penthouse. Without parents or really anyone around, I felt a sense of urgency, emptiness and lust. I was dying of thirst and he happened to be the last drop of water
"Hello beautiful," he smiled at me. He bore on me the same stare that started our relationship and to say it no longer affected me would be a lie. His narrow face, messy hair and hints of a shadow felt all too familiar and without a second thought I ran to him.
He reached out and pulled me to him, one hand on my waist and the other behind my neck. He tipped my head up and lowered his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and melted as my whole body was consumed in that kiss. I was nothing. I was everything. His body pressed closer to mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips were warmer and softer than anything I could have imagined, yet fierce and powerful. Mine responded hungrily, and I tightened my hold on him. His fingers slid down the back of my neck, tracing its shape, and every place they touched was electric. In a quick motion I was in his embrace and walking backwards towards my bedroom.
I will talk to him, but the only thing I could think about was what was about to happen.
A/N I want to update again soon (before school) but i will put one short chapter in with 3 POV's. To choose people I will give the spots to those who give me the best ideas (not romantic advice unless it's specific) that involve their character. Not some long term idea but one that I can put in the next chapter.
Tom/Freya I want them to get lots of time so involving them gets bonus points (sorry I couldn't fit the two of them in that much) Also maybe the new money people. Although the west egg group has been lacking in reviews so I may just focus on the rich for a while.
Also I'm going to start getting strict about the review policy. If you want to know what that means PM me. And it is up to you to follow or favorite or check the story. If you expect a PM from me that's not happening cause I do write it and spend a long time on it so its your job to figure out a way to read it.
Finally try reviewing and if your review doesn't show up ill make a new topic on the forum
THANK YOU JAY!