A/N alright this has taken a while but a lot happens here so I feel good about this chapter. Spelling and tenses are gonna suck. I don't have a Beta and just want to give it to you even if it's rough. If it's too unedited PM and I'll fix it up.

So to those who didn't review: I got 5 reviews. I keep my amount of people involved small so your character can come to life. I could take way more people where you may get a sentence or two but I like a small group for a reason. I don't need the huge review but I do need input! So if you didn't review last chapter you'll be in this one, but if it happens this chapter as well- then there are more people trying to get in. I introduced Bianca this chapter to replace a character and there will be more to come.

Rowan's POV

The Upper East Side's fate relied on a balance. It always has. The wood paneled halls, the familiar brick building and the top-notch athletic facilities, appeal to these socialites. It's a circle. The Elite cycle their kids through the same schools, jobs, opportunities so eventually the rebellious spoiled teenagers become the controlling, stand off ish CEO's.

I turned to my left. Derek's on his back, mouth wide open, his whole upper body tipped backward on the white bank of pillows he stole from a four- star hotel in London. His head angels ever so slightly towards me, as if even asleep he knew this was the proper way to display his neck and shoulder muscles to the column of light coming in from the crack in his curtains. His personality is evident even in his deep slumber. I genuinely like Derek. Despite his vanity and self worth, he knows how to make someone feel special. I just wonder if he made Freya feel the same way.

He pressed himself closer to me, and I could feel the ripple of his muscles as his body hugged mine. I wanted to stay here, but I pushed myself up.

I had to get to breakfast soon, so I sneak out and stroll down the New York streets. Who wakes up this early anyway? Well Freya does…

I feel her before I see her. The kind of gaze that makes me have goose bumps all up and down my arms. She was sitting at the table with her perfectly tidy uniform crisply ironed. I felt my eyes dart nervously under her sharp gaze, I wanted to be able to stare at her just as intimidating but I couldn't. This was Freya Vanderbilt. I did notice she was next to her best friend. No doubt that naturally Ivy would be more attractive. Perfectly pale, blonde, blue eyed and thin. Like a bombshell that could come off a 12-hour plane ride looking like Blake Lively (lol), but lately she hasn't been trying. Her hair isn't always freshly groomed and her nail polish is chipped. Her uniform is thrown on carelessly which makes her look inferior next to Freya whose tidy air about her is suffocating.

"Good Morning Rowan," Freya was feasting on my uncomfortable state.

"What is this about?" I asked skeptically taking a seat across from Ivy.

"I was wondering the same thing," Ivy muttered clicking her phone to check the time. A selfie of her and her evil boyfriend was her background.

Then the door of the restaurant opened up again. A girl who looked vaguely familiar, but I would still consider irrelevant walked in. She had porcelain skin with raven black hair. Melissa? Matillda? Maria? Marina? Yeah it was Marina. Behind her came in the petite blonde whom had a firm grasp on Wilson's heart.

They sat down.

Marina kept flicking her eyes up to Ivy. Was it intimidation? No it was guilt. I relaxed in my seat, I wasn't the one about to be tormented by Freya- I was just here to enjoy the show.

"Have you talked to my Wilson?" Freya asked Shay while her lips twitched into a fake smile. She put emphasize on the 'my' but in reality we all knew that Wilson and Freya were an interesting relationship. As if even if they never dated or kissed again they were still soul mates.

"Yeah," Shay muttered looking at Marina who put her arm around her. "Didn't go well."

"Sorry to hear that," Freya smiled happily. Her voice is teasing with a little layer of gravel that often gets hidden in her Southern accent. It's raspy to the point of sensual perfection; maybe that's why people cling to every word that escapes her lips.

"Yeah, I'll believe that," Shay muttered sarcastically rolling her doe eyes. Shay surprises me. She looks pure and perfect, but has a sharp tongue

Ivy smiled small and put her hand genuinely on top of Shay's, "don't worry about it. Wilson's sole purpose in life is to prove man is an island. He'll come around."

Shay nodded trying to figure out if Ivy was being genuinely nice or a less obvious version of Freya.

Ivy has gone soft.

"So what are we even doing here?" I asked.

Everyone looked expectedly at Freya who paused and stared at Marina. Beads of sweat formed on Marina's hairline under the harsh gaze. "Got something to admit to Marina?"

"No." Marina replied firmly. There was a pause where the two looked at each other. An uncomfortable silence came about as they dueled with their eyes. Marina finally looked away.

"Really?" Freya smiled huge. "From what I heard you are an honest girl. You have a bit of a temper but you'd never let another girl suffer right? Especially someone as nice as my dear friend Ivy. We're all friends here!"

Marina looked down while Ivy looked back and forth, "what is going on?"

"Marina?" Freya asked, while she stayed silent. "True or false: you've been sleeping with Ivy's boyfriend."

A chair scratched the floor as Ivy got up quickly. "This is ridiculous. Grow up Freya, Edward would never cheat on me especially not with someone like that!"

Marina's eyes shot up. The temper no doubt was about to kick in. Freya knew people and exactly what made them tick. I respect that.

Marina proudly admitted, "I did sleep with Edward. I may not look like you Ivy, or have that stupid legacy where spawn after spawn of Montgomery's go to Princeton, but I sure know how to get what I want with or without parent's help."

"You're lying," Ivy spat, her eyes blinking with tears.

Freya stood up; "I believe you!" she put her arm around her friend and started leading her out of the restaurant then came back to me and whispered. "The sooner we get rid of Edward the sooner you can be with Derek. Everyone knows behind a good man is a great woman. Ivy is my best friend, but things need to be done."

Freya was letting me into their plan. Brilliant and evil. We had a goal.

Edward's POV

I was startled for a second until I felt her deft and clumsy hands fiddle with my zipper and unfasten my belt. I allowed all cognitive thought to escape my mind. Her mouth soon started on where her hands were moments ago. I fought back the urge to moan. The tablecloth hides her and it would look strange if I was just moaning to myself in a restaurant. I felt logical thought disappear as I enjoyed my morning coffee and delight.

"That was fun… If you want to… you know actually sleep with me- we can," smiled the waitress. She crawled out from under the table where she had just pleasured me immensely with her wide mouth.

"What do you mean?" I smiled in amusement.

Her face blushed, "I don't mean actually sleep, but like have sex in a bed or couch or something."

"Real sex?" I asked again enjoying winding up this girl.

"Not me just blowing you as you eat your breakfast," she shot back nervously yet fiercely.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at her sweet tone. She's too compliant and willing to do whatever I want. Why can't girls challenge me? They will do anything I ask, and I capitalize on it, but I'm weary of it. Shallow, easy women who throw themselves at me.

"Won't Ivy Montgomery be angry at you?" She asked obviously enjoying that she might be important enough to break up the perfect couple.

"None of your business," I replied rudely as I looked at the check from my breakfast. I pulled out my Platinum card and handed it to the waitress.

It's an addiction. I was on a clean streak, but since I cheated on Ivy with Marina. I can't stop. Every girl tugs on me as if I need it to survive.

Soon enough I was walking my way to school. I barely left the restaurant when Bianca- a family friend- slinks over to me. Her famous smirk on her face, it's not a smirk like Freya. Bianca's smirk looks close to one where she just farted and no one knows.

"Eddy," she exclaims wrapping an arm around my shoulders and squeezing. I grin down at her, genuinely happy to see her. Since she's the only girl to ever turn me down after continuous effort, I have a certain sweet spot and respect for her.

"Hey Bianca, how's the family?" I asked. Her Italian adopted father is a best friend with my asshole of a father.

She groaned, "They are killing me. Cool that my dad is founding a new branch of your dad's business. I think he's doing something about overpriced leather jackets or something. Anyway, Tell me how's your perfect father?"

Perfect? I guess she doesn't realize how horrible my dad really is. Cares more about his appearance, Marlowe Industries and booze than his own son. I just shook my head due to the fact that words no longer replace what I wanted to say.

She rolled her eyes, "you know that your father and you has been touched by angels right? I mean you're gorgeous, sexy, as hell and you've got the freaking world on a string Ed. As Spiderman said, ' with great power comes great responsibility'. And you use your power horribly."

"A new dawn is coming my dear Bianca," I said looking down at my best family friend. "And that was Spiderman's uncle."

As we neared school I saw Ivy cross the road. I felt my stomach wind tight with lust as her hips swung from side to side with Freya at her left.

"Hello my ladies," I hollered as I sauntered over to them. Freya was giving me the look she always does when I do something stupid. "What?"

Ivy looked down then steered me away from everyone. "I trust you Ed," she said looking up at me. Her cheeks shined with fresh tears.

"I love you Ivy," I said. I'm an actor. I can morph into whatever role I'm playing. Good boyfriend, bad boy, obedient son. Anything.

"I heard something. A girl named Marina," she mumbled quietly.

My favorite pawn. I got to admit Marina has turned out to really satisfy me in ways I'm not normally satisfied. I feel mischievous and alive with her, but I would never break up with Ivy. Ivy is my queen. She is unfazed by my family status and blatant sexual energy and sometimes I feel like I can breathe with her. Like I can relax my shoulders and just breath. Marina… well she treats me like a Greek God. Which I like too.

"Marina…" I say dramatically looking up pretending to not know her. "I think she's in my English."

"Well… she's telling people," Ivy began. I pressed forward and wrapped my arms careful not to catch her luscious hair in my embrace.

"I love you Ivy. You are my soul mate. I may be using Marina in a little plan, but the thought of hooking up with her actually makes me sad and sick. Please Ivy…"

Ivy nodded. She believed me. Of course she did.

I walked her to class. She gave me the slow eye flutter that I love, as I watched as she entered the room- along with every other guy in the building. It subdues me as I see her walk away even if I know it is for a short time.

I knew who was in her first period. I waved Thomas and Ricky out.

"Hey boys," I smiled as they both looked at me determined. "My next task. First to bang Marina- the chick from Athens- and record the whole thing gets into my group. The one who doesn't… well you might as well change your name cause your life in New York is over."

"Marina? My friend Marina!?" Ricky whisper shouted his face paling and eyes widening.

Tom elbowed him, "Don't be a bitch Ricky. I mean if you do it'll be easier for me."

Shay's POV

To say things with Wilson went badly would be an understatement. I was standing across the hall watching as he casually leaned over Freya's locker as she got her books. He beamed at her in a way he never looked at me.

I watched his rugby practice as he laughed with his friends and let out all his anger. I wish I could do that. On his way out of the locker room I grabbed his arm.

"Wilson, we have to talk," I mumbled.

"Yeah we do. Listen I'm not involved with Ed. I'm trying to take him down I swear Shay. I'm sorry about Ricky," he blurted out. Wilson's cheekbones pulsed as he threw every feeling he had out.

"How can I trust you? You may be using me. I know that Ed is sleeping with Marina. And Rowan and Derek. I mean those are all hushed up, so are we. How do I know I'm not a pawn too?"

"You are the one who doesn't want to be with me. You don't want people to know about us," he replied. Wilson is cryptic and calculating. He's intimidating to the point where I really have to think about what to say to him and can't just have a normal conversation- at least not lately.

"I just-" I began.

"You don't trust me," he said firmly. "You won't talk to me about your dad. You don't tell your friends about us. You won't even eat at Panera Bread with me. Plus you always think the worst- as if you just want me to turn out to be a bad guy so you can claim you were right from the start."

"I just-" I started again. He was right. I want to be the girl and I want him to be the guy, but I don't trust him and have been waiting for something like this.

"I am not at fault here. I am being manipulated and I want my girlfriend to support me, but instead she won't even make eye contact with me in the hallway. Do you know how horrible you make me feel?" He shouted. I then realized where we were- in public. His voice began to quiet down. "You make me feel useless, like I'm not worthy of your time or attention. Anyway, I am fixing it all. Freya and I are-"

"Freya?" I snapped. I knew that they were friends, but come on. They had kissed before and he did love her. Finally I had a chance to be on the attack.

"Why don't you trust me?" He spat at me. For the first time his huge size intimidated me. I knew he wouldn't lay a finger on me, but it was hard to argue with someone over a foot taller and 2 feet wider than you.

"Why do you trust me? What makes you think you can?" I threw back. "We hardly know each other!"

"That's what people like us do. We trust each other and we have each other's back. Because I know if something important would happen you'd tell me!" He yelled back.

Word Vomit. I had heard of it. Mean Girls talked about it when Cady told Aaron Samuels that Regina was cheating. Or maybe it was a Freudian slip- that sounds more intelligent. But for the first time I lost control of my own mouth, "Well did you know I had sex with Derek?"

I saw Wilson's face shadow back to a way that I was so used to but at the same time so foreign. The old Wilson. Back when Edward was in charge.

Wilson's POV

Anger pulsed through my body. We were over. I broke up with her. But wave after wave of crippling anger controlled my body. My hand shook; I don't know if I was mad at Shay or Derek.

Derek didn't even know we were together, but Shay knew Derek was my friend. I couldn't handle this.

I took out my phone quickly- I knew what to do.

Two texts were to be sent.

First: to Gossip Girl

Second: to Freya.

I arrived at her penthouse. She was lounged on the couch reading a book. Her hair cascaded over her small frame. She always complained her shoulders were too big, but to me they were perfect.

Seeing her made the pain disappear slowly, I felt my heart slowed to a healthy rate.

"Will?" She asked. "What are you doing here?"

"I just-" Why was I here? "I texted you-" I mumbled.

"You texted me what the Chemistry homework was…" She asked pushing her eyebrows together in confusion.

"I just- I just wanted to talk to you," I said also confused as to what I was doing.

Freya's face softened, "what's going on?"

Her phone buzzed, she glanced and saw the blast.

GG: Turns our Wilson's had a secret girlfriend. A secret girlfriend who was fornicated by Derek first! Whoops! Will you need to do a background check in this town!

Freya looked up at me sympathetically. "Will…"

"I sent it to Gossip Girl."

"Why?" she asked stepping towards me.

"Because… because I want her to hurt for making me hurt. I'm selfish," I shouldn't have done that. I should apologize to Shay.

Freya was in front of me now. She took my hand and brought me into the lounge out of the doorway. We're in her parent's penthouse now, which is a vast expanse of glass, leather and right angles. Modern with a touch of vintage.

"You're not selfish. You're human. I yelled at Derek in public after I found out, but I didn't feel the same way about him as you felt about Shay," she said. I put my hand nervously on her leg; she left it alone as I leaned back on the coach. I felt her hand find it's way to my short hair as she petted it softly. "Why did you come here Will?"

"Because last year I would've gone to Ed and he would have used my anger. You just make it all go away," I whispered. "You make everything okay."

She leaned in painfully slowly and kissed my lips softly and stayed there without anything else happening. She pulls away and starts playing with my hair again.

I have to say something before something else happens, "Freya… I've imagined this for so long, at this point kissing you feels like Déjà vu."

Freya smiled and leaned in again deepening the kiss. I never had to hide with Freya and she never hid either. Shay didn't let me in, but Freya's door is wide open.

We start making out against giant walls of mirror in her hallway. My natural abilities return from the sadness that Shay brought to me. I know what to do. We start making out down the hallways, first her up against the wall while my hand inches it's way under her shirt and the other one on the inside of her thigh. I can't help but feel myself get giddy with excitement. This is my girl. This is Freya Vanderbilt. I start moving my hand on her thigh up when she pushed me away.

"Sorry," I mumble looking down, but no. She's unbuttoning my shirt and pushing it off me. I lightly touch the top of her highlighted dark hair as she kisses my chest.

My breath hitches when she looks up and stares at me. Right into my dark eyes. She leads me into a room with a giant white bed. Her room. I pick her up as her toned legs wrap around my waist. We fall onto her bed. Not clumsily. I wouldn't be careless about something like this. I was lying on top of her as she smiled happily running her fingers down the front of my chest. Her long nails were both sexy and well… scary. Like anything could happen.

She spins around so she's straddling and kissing me. Her movie star hands start undoing my pants. I felt my mind about to leave my head.

"What's wrong?" Freya said stopping. What? What's happening? She sat back and put her hands around my neck as if she could hug me or just kiss me. Didn't matter. She would be there either way.

"Nothing… I…"

Freya puts her head in her hands, "I came on too strong. Do you think I'm a slut? Shit. Wilson…"

"No!" I assure her then laugh and look into her grey eyes, "you're perfect. I just. I just got out of a relationship like half an hour ago. And well… I don't want you to be a rebound or think you are. You are too important to me."

She looked up at me. I could see tears sitting on her bottom eyelid ready to fall. I lean up and graze my lips on hers.

I felt tears start to hit my face, but she doesn't pull away. She was crying, "What's wrong?" I smile at her- gently wiping them away with my thumb.

"I-" She choked on her tears. She tried rolling her eyes but her body heaved in a sob. "I love you too." She smiled as her nose started leaking. Her eyes were bright red and she was vulnerable. Her weakness. "I know… I know you said it a while ago and I was a bitch- but Wilson I was scared. I wasn't ready, I still don't know if I'm ready. But I-" another sob. She put her head in her hands, but I took her hands in mine first. She then mumbled, "the heart wants what it wants and I want you."

A/N

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