ETA: I am so sorry for the original state in which these chapters were posted guys. I fixed everything now.

A/N: Here's the next chapter guys. I'm glad I was able to update quicker. Also I did manage to do a giant outline for this story so the writing should be coming a little quicker. However, as I've said before, I would ideally like to finish up a couple of my stories before I head into the year. Enjoy.

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Rated: T as always because we all know I like things to get a little smexy and I'm liberal with my word usage.

As Serena opened her eyes she couldn't believe the sight before her. Her best friend was leaning over her, a concerned look on her face. There was only one problem with this; her best friend was dead. Did that mean that she was dead? How had she died?

"Are you okay?" Anna asked softly. Seeing that Serena was coming to. She felt bad about being so direct earlier. That sort of attitude was second nature to her but she always forgot that most people didn't expect that from a sweet southern girl. "I'm sorry if I was a little blunt earlier. I know that it must have been weird for you to see someone you recognize and have them tell you that they weren't."

As Blair spoke she transformed before Serena's blurry eyes, from her best friend with long brunette locks and ruby red lips, to a tanned girl who clearly favored a more natural look with sun-kissed shoulder length hair. But it still looked like Blair. "Are you sure?" Serena asked before she could stop herself. She really was starting to think that perhaps she had died. That's the only way that Blair could be standing in front of her. That's when she remembered, Chuck's look-a-like.

Anna's laugh rang throughout the apartment as she leaned back to balance on her heels, her knees on the ground. Serena sat up quickly, immediately noticing the difference. When Blair laughed it was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, just like Blair practiced it to be. This girl's laugh on the other hand was something Blair's never was; true. It was carefree and the fear of expectation that Blair's always held was completely absent. At the sound, Serena began to study the girl in front of her. There were differences to be sure, a seemingly permanent lift to the corners of her mouth, a happiness that she had never seen in Blair's eyes, and a small scar right at her hairline. She probably wouldn't have noticed it at all if she still hadn't been so close to the girl; but Blair definitely didn't have a scar there.

"So you said that your name is Anna?" Serena asked a hesitant look on her face as she recalled what the girl had called herself. So maybe she wasn't dead, that was good.

Anna nodded. "Yes. I was actually here to meet Eric for breakfast. I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here. But Eric had mentioned an older sister named Serena so I assumed." She said evenly, knowing that she had freaked the older blonde girl out a little bit. Actually, it seemed that she had freaked her out a lot, if it was enough to make her pass out.

Serena narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "How do you know my brother?" She wanted this girl gone, immediately. She wasn't Blair. Serena didn't know what game Eric was playing at; this wasn't like him. This was more something that Chuck would do. Before Anna had time to answer, Serena jumped in again. "Did Chuck put you up to this?"

Anna tilted her head slightly. "Well no, but you did answer your first question with your second. I met Eric while I was . . . waiting outside of Chuck's room." Anna said finding the perfect word to describe just what it was that she was doing when she met Eric. After all, she was waiting, but she was really waiting for someone to tell her who she was, not for Chuck. In fact she would have been supremely embarrassed if Chuck had been the one to find her.

"And how did you meet Chuck?" Serena asked still not satisfied. She didn't like that her brothers were involving themselves with the Blair look-a-like. Didn't they realize that they couldn't just substitute Anna for their best friend?

"We ran into each other in the hallway." Anna said, beginning to feel a little offended. Of everyone she had met so far that knew this Blair girl, Serena was definitely the least welcoming. "I'm staying on the 18th floor with some of my friends for the week before I start at Columbia."

Just as Serena was contemplating how to get rid of her, Eric burst into the suite out of breath. "Damn it." He hissed under his breath as he saw the scene before him, clearly he had been too late. So Serena knew, now it was all about how she was going to handle it.

"Eric." Anna exclaimed, beaming as she rocked back on her heels and stood up. She was glad that the adorable blonde boy was here, his sister was quite rude.

"Hey Anna." He said, straightening up and giving her a small wave. Before nodding towards his sister. "Good morning, Serena."

Serena stood as well and glared at Eric. "Don't you good morning me you little rodent." Then she was moving towards him. "Out in the hallway. Now!"

Eric didn't hesitate to comply. He had told Nate what seemed like forever ago that the face that Serena was wearing right now was not your friend and he hadn't been lying. So with an apologetic look at Anna, he allowed Serena to pull him from the room. "Make yourself comfortable." He managed to call out before Serena slammed the door.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Eric?" Serena said soon as the door was shut. "None of us are blind, that girl looks exactly like Blair."

Eric knew that if he was ever going to convince Serena that it was okay for him to be friends with Anna; that the time was now. "Serena, really, yeah she looks like Blair, but she's not. I know that and believe it or not Chuck knows that too."

Serena rolled her eyes. "Then why is she here, in OUR apartment, meeting you for breakfast?" Serena asked crossing her arms over her chest. There was no explanation that Eric could give her that would make her think that getting to know this Anna girl was a good idea. Blair was dead, being around someone that looked like her was just wrong.

"Because she is new to the city, she's nice, and she's my friend." Eric said as he straightened his spine. He didn't even know why he had to explain himself to Serena in the first place. Hadn't they always said that he was the smartest sibling of them all; hadn't he gotten into Harvard? Of course he had. So why was it that Serena was choosing now to question his judgment? Eric of course knew the answer to his own question. Serena was questioning his judgment because this was Blair that they were talking about and the lines were always going to be blurry there.

Serena's eyes narrowed. "And I am supposed to believe that you and Chuck, what, met her by happenstance? No way, Eric." She was livid. How dare he bring this imposter into the apartment that they shared? He hadn't even warned her first, she had been completely blindsided by the fake-Blair.

"Believe it or not, Serena, it's true. Ask Anna if you don't believe me." Eric said gesturing towards the closed door. This was not going well in the slightest. He had hoped that it would be possible to reason with Serena, but she was clearly adamant that this girl was not going to be a part of their lives.

"I don't want to talk to her." Serena shouted something she rarely did towards her brother. "How do you not see that this is wrong Eric? It's beyond wrong, it's sick and twisted. She's not Blair, Blair's dead." She whispered the last two words; the tears that had formed behind her eyelids were threatening to fall.

Eric nodded. "I know that Serena; but I like Anna as a friend and she really needs a friend right now. So I am going to go inside and have breakfast with my friend Anna." Eric was unable to keep the condescension out of his voice and a look of disdain appeared on Serena's face.

"Fine. But know now that I disagree with this and I fully intend on getting everyone together, so that they can tell you that this is a bad idea Eric." Serena said before whipping past him down the hallway. "And she better be gone when I get back."

"It's my apartment; I can have over whoever I want." Eric called almost as an afterthought. Because it was true, Serena had been staying with him.

Serena didn't even turn her head back, she just called. "Then maybe I'll get another room." She was a woman on a mission and it was one that wasn't going to wait.

As soon as Serena was gone, Eric opened up the door once more to see Anna sitting primly on the sofa. "Sorry about that, Serena can be a little crazy sometimes."

Anna turned her head and smiled an odd sort of smile, as though she was slightly uncertain about it. Truth be told, she was. Serena's reaction had offended her at first, but after that it had made her wonder, why exactly the other girl was so upset. Had she and Blair had some sort of fight or something? "It's okay." She said softly, before giving into temptation and adding. "Serena seemed upset."

Eric didn't know how to broach this subject with Anna. Did he tell her that Blair was dead or would that just freak her out? He made a split second decision and hoped he wouldn't regret it. "Yeah, Blair, the girl you look like." Eric said as Anna nodded. "She isn't around anymore and it makes Serena sad sometimes." He hopped that that would be enough of an explanation to satisfy Anna's curiosity.

Anna wasn't sure what to make of that information. What exactly did not around mean? Could it be possible that Blair was really the girl on the plane? "By not around you mean . . . moved away?" She asked.

"Yeah" Eric said before adding so low that Anna couldn't hear. "Something like that."

Serena knocked furiously on Chuck's suite door. "Open this door right now, Charles Bartholomew Bass." She called; irritated about everything that had been kept from her.

Chuck swung the door open the moment that he heard her use his full name. "Well hello darling sister, coming to yell at me as well?" He questioned as a smirk appeared on his features.

Serena's first thought was that he looked so much better than she had seen him since the crash but when she realized that that was likely because of Anna, she decided that that probably wasn't such a good thing. It wasn't healthy for any of them to treat Anna like Blair but especially for Chuck, the damage could be disastrous. "I sure hope that you have a better response for why the Blair imposter is currently in my living room than Eric did or else please tell me that you aren't really okay with this."

Chuck moved to allow Serena through the doorway but simply shook his head. "But I am."

Serena stormed into the room. "Chuck, don't you realize how bad for you this is. Anna isn't Blair, she's not. Blair's dead. You know it, Eric knows it, I know it, we all know it and the fact that there is a girl in Manhattan that looks like her changes nothing. Now is not the time for you and Eric to start acting like lunatics and befriending this girl."

Chuck shrugged and moved to lean up against the bar. After his talk with Eric this morning, he was practically floating on air. He would have thought that after last night, today was going to be a horrible day but then Eric stopped by and they talked and he felt as though his feelings had somehow been validated; he wasn't going to let Serena spoil that for him. "That's not the way that Eric and I see it."

"Then why don't you explain your rationale to me?" Serena snapped as she crossed her arms over her chest. Eric had been the one that she expected to be reasonable. She thought that she was going to need him on her side to convince Chuck but apparently Eric had flipped just by spending a little time with the fraud. So Chuck had been a long shot to begin with; but she had been hoping that after his recent revelations, he might be reasonable.

"Well, actually, I had already made the decision before Eric got here. Intuitively it seemed to be the right direction to go. It was Eric who put the feeling into words that actually made since." Chuck began before relaying Eric's idea. "We liked Blair right?" He asked.

Serena nodded. "Of course." Where was he going with this? That was the stupidest question anyone had ever asked her but she listened as he continued.

Chuck smirked. "And Anna is a lot like Blair; in both looks and in attitude if you didn't notice."

This time Serena was more begrudging with her nod, but it did come. She didn't say a word though as she waited on Chuck to finish.

"Therefore, we like Anna." Chuck said with a shrug of his shoulders.

Serena looked at him as though to say, 'Is that it?' So Chuck spoke once more. "You see it makes logical sense for us to like Anna and want to be around her. She has everything that we look for in a friend so why not? And as long as we don't try to use her as a replacement or forget that she isn't Blair, then we aren't doing anything sick and twisted as you seemed to believe that we are."

She didn't understand how Chuck could be so calm about all of this. Didn't he see how faulty that logic was? Couldn't he tell that it was an impossible feat to expect anyone of them not to look at Anna and think of Blair? "You can't do it Chuck." She said simply before adding. "None of us are capable of not looking at her and seeing our best friend. After everything we've been through, we can't handle that Chuck."

Chuck simply shook his head. "I think it's worth the risk."

"I'm not changing your mind, am I?" Serena asked exasperated.

"Nope." Chuck replied, smirk still firmly planted on his face.

And without another word, Serena was gone. She was angry at Chuck as well. Not as much as she had been at her younger brother, but angry none the less. That left only one person that she might bring over to her side of this argument, Nate. And with him it was usually whoever got to him first that was able to win him over, so she headed straight for his bachelor pad.

"So where were we?" Eric asked as he sat down on the couch next to Anna. The platter of freshly arrived room service sat in front of them basically untouched, so he leaned forward and put a bagel with cream cheese on his plate, along with some smoked salmon.

Anna smiled nervously. After her run in with Serena she was still a little tense. People never treated her like that; like they hated her. It was a new experience. But then she reminded herself that that was just one person, one person who disliked her for reasons completely out of her control. Eric was still here in front of her, wanting to be her friend, if she'd let him and she really wanted to let him. "I think I had just told you that my boyfriend and I had ended things poorly."

Eric nodded and took a bite of his bagel. "That sounds about right, do continue."

With a nod in agreement, Anna did as he suggested. "You see, Jackson, my boyfriend, thought that I was cheating on him and in a way he was right. You see we were 'meant' to be together, or at least that's what everyone said. He the golden boy football star, me the popular captain of the cheerleading squad."

At that Eric interrupted. "You were a cheerleader?" It was funny to him because he couldn't even begin to picture Blair as a cheerleader. She had danced for years and been quite good, no one knew why she quit; but to think of her as a cheerleader was a foreign concept. Then he reminded himself, Anna was not Blair.

"Yep." She said with a bright smile, she had loved cheerleading. It had been her time in the spotlight. She thought perhaps that she had been a cheerleader beforehand because she already seemed to have most of the skills, but she couldn't be certain. "But as you can see, it made sense for us to date."

Eric couldn't help but think that there was a striking parallel there between Anna and Jackson and Blair and Nate. The perfect girl and the golden boy, meant to be together, but he listened intently as she continued her story.

"Things were good with us, I was happy most of the time, and he treated me like a princess. But then I was assigned Diego as a lab partner for Chemistry. I knew that Diego had a thing for me; he had made it quite obvious. Everyone knew that I was the first and only girl that had ever caught the attention of Diego Gutierrez, but he was the furthest thing from right for me." Looking at Eric's slightly confused but very interested face, she continued. "Diego's dangerous. He was the son of one of the greatest gang leaders in New York, or so he told me. There's some story about his father moving to Texas to help out some cousins with their operation but I don't really know it. Diego's always been hesitant to talk to me about that kind of thing, he says he doesn't want me involved. But I know just like everyone else, that he's not a good guy; Eric, he's killed people. He's killed people, but he would never hurt me. He had to protect me once when we were doing lab work at his house and some of his 'family' had shown up. It didn't end pretty, but not a hair on my head was harmed."

Eric's eyes had gone wide at the mention of killing. As he thought back to his mental image of Diego, he could recognize it now. The bad boy aura around him wasn't a façade, it was as real as it gets. "Still . . ." He began hesitantly, letting her know that regardless of the fact that he kept her safe, what the boy had done, was wrong.

"I know." She said softly before continuing. "At that point, I was still so adamant that I hated him. I spurned his every advance but as the year progressed, it became more and more difficult to deny that there was heat between us. Diego would sit in class and flirt with me. He would brush his foot up my calf, place his hand on my shoulder, lean close so that his breath was hot on my neck and most effective of all he would slowly run his hand up my thigh. I would always knock his hand away, but one day I was frustrated with the lab stuff and I let him continue until I couldn't breathe. His hand slid so high that it ventured under my skirt and I thought that I would hyperventilate."

Eric was about to raise his hand to let her know that that was enough of that but the story took a different turn.

Anna looked away, embarrassed by what she had just admitted but she was committed to full disclosure. "I somehow managed the strength to push his hand away but after that day he knew the power he held. His attentions only increased and as Jackson and I began to fall apart over worries about the following year, Diego took advantage. He was there for me, when few other people were and when he kissed me one day, I didn't push him away as I should have. I didn't let it get too far but I was still so ashamed of what I'd done that I ran far and fast even though it was my house. I went to Jackson and tried to give him what he had been pressuring me to give." She said looking at Eric suggestively to let him know exactly what it was that she was referring to.

Eric didn't need an explanation; he knew immediately that Anna was referring to her virginity. Also, noticing that this was a distinct difference from Blair's story with Nate because in that case it had been Blair doing the pressuring; however, he had a feeling that that might be one of the very few differences. "Go on." He almost whispered in an attempt to be encouraging. He was enraptured by her story.

"But I couldn't do it, I could only think about Diego. Jackson could see it in my eyes and we had a gigantic argument in which Jackson called me every awful name in the book. After that night we didn't talk for days. The whole time I was completely ignoring Diego as well; I didn't need him complicating things, people expected me to be with Jackson and I felt that I should because all my parents wanted was a good daughter that had everything. I owed them so much that I couldn't throw away their dreams for me on a gangster. So when Jackson showed up at my locker with flowers, chocolates, and an apology, I accepted." Anna said softly. "But when the end of the year came, all of our problems were still there, and somehow I had let Diego get close again. Right after graduation, while we were all at the Gulf for Senior Week, Diego and Jackson got into it."

Eric watched as Anna slipped into a memory and followed closely as she relayed what had happened.

"Hey there Bella." Diego whispered into her ear from behind, surprising her and causing her to stumble. His arms immediately wrapped around her to keep her from falling. "Careful now mi amor. I wouldn't want you getting hurt on my account."

Anna exhaled slowly, doing her best not to get caught up in Diego tonight. What had she been thinking walking away from the campfire by herself, of course Diego would find her; he always did. Either way she had to ask. "Did you follow me out here?" She did her best to sound accusing but she could hear the breathiness of her voice and knew that she had failed.

"Si, Bella. I did. I never get to be alone with you anymore." As he spoke this time, he reached on hand up to turn her jaw so that she could see him, even though he was still behind her. He could feel her breathing increasing at a rapid rate and couldn't help but smile; she was his and always would be. "Do you know why I call you Bella sometimes?"

It took a great effort simply to whisper an answer. "No." She breathed.

Diego kissed her throat lightly, causing her to tremble. "Bella means beautiful in espanol and you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on." At that he kissed her neck again, this time not so lightly.

Anna feared that he would leave a mark and after all she was still with Jackson. But she didn't want to stop. "Angel, we shouldn't."

At the sound of his gang name he spun her around in his arms, it used to anger him that she dared to say it, but now he reveled in it and the intimacy that it indicated lay between them. "I don't care what we should or shouldn't do anymore. High school's over."

Just as he was about to kiss her, Jackson came through the trees. "I knew it, damn it, I knew it!" His face was red with anger as he slung the unnecessary flashlight that he had been carrying at a tree and watched it dissolve into several pieces. All along he had known that Diego had a thing for his girl but it had only been recently that he had started to think that she might possibly return the sentiments. It was his fault that they had been fighting so much as of late. The Mexican was going to pay.

Diego allowed her to turn within his arms but he didn't let her go. Anna tried to jerk herself out of Diego's hold, but Diego held tight, whispering in her ear. "Not so fast Bella," Before raising his voice. "I think it's time that your boyfriend knew about us."

Jackson had taken a couple steps towards them from across the small clearing and still looked infuriated.

Anna jerked once more but was still unable to get out of his hold. "There is no us Diego." She said through gritted teeth, all the intimacy of the previous moment long gone. Then she turned her head to Jackson. "This isn't what it looks like Jackson, I swear."

He simply glared at her shoving her out of the way hard enough to cause her to lose her balance and fall to the ground, before slamming his fist into Diego's face with enough force that Diego fell to the ground as well. Surprisingly, Diego first turned to Anna. "Are you okay?" He asked quickly, even though his lip was bleeding and they were both on the ground while Jackson was standing.

She nodded and screamed as Jackson began kicking Diego in the gut; something that wouldn't have happened if he hadn't been checking on her. "Jackson, stop it." She shouted as she climbed to her feet.

"Stay out of this B." He said through gritted teeth, using the nickname only he called her as a reminder of what they were before continuing his assault on Diego. "You've had this coming for a long time now Gutierrez."

Annabelle realized that she might be able to get through to Jackson, upon hearing his use of her nickname. She remembered that he had started calling her Belle right after they began dating, wanting to be different and use the second half of her name. Eventually that had become B and it was something special between them. He couldn't be too angry with her if he was still using his pet name for her so there was still a chance that she could stop this before Jackson got himself hurt because regardless of who was on the ground right now, Jackson had clearly forgotten just who he was dealing with. "Jackson, please." She said almost sweetly, definitely pleading with him to stop.

"You're really sticking up for this lowlife Anna? I thought you were better than that" Jackson said turning his head to her for only a moment, but it was enough because suddenly with a quick twist of his leg Diego had Jackson on the ground.

Moments later Diego was straddling him, punching his fist into his face. "Who's the lowlife now Phillips? Did you really think that you could take me? Huh . . . Huh . . . Answer the fucking question douche bag."

"Yes." Jackson grunted as Anna looked on in horror. She had to stop this, she had to do something.

Diego slammed his fist into Jackson's face once more, enjoying their little conversation as he did so. "That's laughable that you thought that a pretty boy like yourself could do any serious damage to the big bad."

Suddenly, she found herself on her knees beside them begging Diego to stop. "Please, please stop it Diego. Please."

He didn't even look at her as he continued to throttle her boyfriend. "Será feliz, si sobrevivieras, niño." He growled in Spanish at Jackson, unable to resist calling him boy.

From her knowledge of French, Anna had an idea of what Diego had just said and it wasn't good. She had definitely heard words like lucky and survive in the same sentence. So she reached out and grabbed the arm that Diego wasn't currently pummeling Jackson with. This time he looked to her as she stared deep into his eyes. "Angel, please. For me."

He hissed at hearing her say Angel but then as he looked into her eyes, he seemed to cool down before her. His posture relaxed and he leaned back a little. "For you anything." He said standing up and pulling her to her feet as well. "Come with me." He said almost so low that it was inaudible as he pulled her up almost against him.

She looked down at Jackson whose hands were clutching his nose then back to Diego. "No." She said with a shake of her head.

Diego raised his eyebrows. "Do you want me to return to my human punching bag mía? Or do you want to come help me clean up my battle wounds." By the look on her face, he knew the answer, so he took her hand and started walking

As they walked away, Anna turned around and called out. "I'm so so sorry Jackson. Please forgive me."

By this point Jackson had pulled himself to a seated position and yelled back. "Your life is over Gutierrez. Over. You'll learn not to touch my girl."

"Jackson never really made good on his threat and despite the bruises on both boys, no one found out about the fight. Jackson and I tried to make things work this summer, but things never really seemed to go back to the way they were before; or maybe they did and it just wasn't good enough anymore." Anna said shaking her head. "Either way, I know one thing for sure, whatever was between me and Diego is still there and it's grown impossible to ignore. So after we kissed at the bar the other night before dancing a little, I agreed to go on a date with him tonight."

Eric couldn't help but smile. He had been right before. Jackson and Diego may not be best friends, but the similarities between them and Nate and Chuck were uncanny; so strangely, Anna's attraction to Diego didn't surprise him in the slightest. The whole situation was quite ironic, only one thing was kind of bothering him. "Sometimes you referred to Diego as Angel, why?"

Anna glanced away, this was stuff she wasn't supposed to talk about with anyone that she didn't wish dead but she had a feeling that Eric was a trust worthy guy. When she spoke, she did so in conspiratual tones. "Never say any of this in front of Diego but Angel is his gang moniker or rather Angel's Shadow. Angel was his dad and when his father died he moved from being known as Shadow to being known as Angel within the gang. I know that I'm the only person outside of the gang family that would dare speak that name to his face; even his mother would never."

Eric nodded rather solemnly. This guy Diego was dangerous, the kind of dangerous that got you killed and as he said he understood the attraction but at the same time he was worried for Anna. He didn't want anything bad happening to her. "Be careful." He said softly.

"I always am." Anna replied almost as an afterthought.

After another half hour or so, Anna headed downstairs and Eric headed to lunch with Chuck. Anna had assumed that her friends would be waiting but instead she found a note, along with a beautiful flower arrangement of fuchsia peonies. From the note she found out that she had left her phone in the room and since they had no way of getting in touch with her or no idea where she was, they had gone out sightseeing. They told her to call if she wanted to meet them somewhere. She considered it for a moment but then decided that she'd rather spend her day differently. At that she picked up her cell phone and dialed Jenny Humphrey's number. After a few measures of the new Lincoln Park song, Jenny answered. "Hey girl this is Anna, we met the other night at Socialista" . . . "Right, I have a date tonight and I was wondering if you would like to join me for a little bit of 5th Avenue shopping?" . . . "Yeah, sounds great, I'll meet you at Barney's in half an hour."

After she hung up the phone she moved to the vase of flowers to search for a card. Surely whoever sent them had sent a message as well, but after searching the whole arrangement and coming up empty, she gave up. "Oh well." She muttered to herself. But seeing as how it was her favorite arrangement and the only people she knew that knew that were the girls and Diego, she felt that it was safe to assume that it was a pre-date gift from him. The thought warmed her heart because she wanted so much for him to be that kind of guy; the bad boy gone good, who sent you your favorite flowers and always knew exactly what you needed. But there was something deep in her gut that whispered to her that Diego could never by that guy because he wasn't the guy from the plane.

A/N: I know the past couple of chapters haven't been action packed but I hope you still enjoyed them. I've added a picture of Jackson to my profile along with the other OCs and the locket in case you guys were curious.

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