Nessie's POV

'Are you sure you'll be all right?'

'Yes Dad.'

'Don't roll your eyes at me. I'm pushing it leaving you with the dog.'

'Jake is not a dog! How could you say that?'

'I mean it Nessie. If I come home and you're on Gossip Girl again,'

'Do you have to remind me?'

'I'm just saying. And another thing…'

'I'm not listening to you anymore.'

I threw Dad a deathly glare and turned away from him. He can be so mean about Jake. I know they're meant to be mortal enemies, but he's my husband. And I am old enough to be left alone for a few days. Dad over reacts so much. I'd hate to be Mum. Imagine being married to him.

I shuddered as Dad shot an evil stare at me.

'Nessie, I'm serious. I'll stay here.'

'Dad, just go. I'll be fine for the millionth time. Mum tell him,'

Dad dithered by the elevator, seeming uncertain. Mum was holding the door open; she sent me a sympatric smile. The rest of the family were down in the lobby waiting for Dad to move.

'Edward if you don't get in this elevator in 10 seconds I'm going to go hunting with Alice and make you stay with Emmett and Rosalie. And you know what they get up to on hunting trips.' Mum said sternly.

I stifled a laugh. Rose and Emmett went off on their own on hunting trips. Trees were often de-rooted, craters were formed and animal's scared out of homes when they were alone. Dad screwed up his face in defeat. I love Mum.

'Fine, I'm coming. Remember Nessie call us if anything happens.' Dad said fatherly.

'I know. Have a great trip. Find some mountain lion for me!' I called as the elevator doors shut.

'Have they gone?' Jake's voice came from the kitchen.

'Yes,' I replied sinking onto the sofa.

'Excellent,' Jake shouted as he bounced over to the sofa.

His warm arms circled around me. My breath caught as he pulled me closer. Our lips met ecstatically. His hands flew up my shirt hungrily. I pulled his T-shirt over his head so I could feel more of his soft skin. I moaned. We never had a moment to ourselves. Living with eight vampires that have super sonic hearing does draw back on your privacy.

My phone began to beep.

'Jake, move. Jake, my phone's going off,' I finally pushed him off regretfully.

'Who is it?' Jake asked his voice full of hurt.

'I don't know. Unrecognised number,' I muttered as I asked the call.

'Hi Nessie Swan speaking. Who is this?' I asked politely.

'Chuck Bass,' the voice said.

I gasped quietly. Jake looked puzzled until I mouthed Chuck at him.

'Um what do you want Chuck?' I asked confused.

'I've been thinking about what Edward said. I don't really want to involve the law. Carter's an arrogant loser who is better off dead. I think Rosalie might have even done me a favour,' He laughed coldly at the other end, 'but seriously I'm not going to call the cops. I thought you should know.'

I was startled. I didn't think he would give in this easily.

'Thanks Chuck. It means a lot.' Maybe he's changed.

'Anything for you my darling,' he leered. Ok, maybe he hasn't changed totally.

'Doing anything today?' Chuck asked suggestively.

Jake growled quietly.

'I am spending the day with Jake. The rest of my family have gone on a hunting trip but I couldn't be bothered. Not really my scene all that nature,'

'I can't really picture Rosalie sleeping in a tent,' Chuck wondered.

'Trust me she gets very in to it,'

'Maybe I'll come around later then,'

'No Chuck I'm fine. I've er… got to go. Bye,' I ended hastily.

'I still hate him,' Jake muttered.

'You hate everyone who fancies me,' I said ruffling his hair.

'True,' he mused.

His lips found mine again and we continued from where we left off. Fifteen minutes later, though it felt like only moments, the elevator sounded.

The elevator swiftly opened. Jake and I jumped apart. The Russian doorman stood bemused at the sight of two teenagers breathing heavily, in various states of undress. In his hand was a formal white envelope.

'This… is for… Dr Cullen,' he stuttered, never looking at me in the eyes.

'He's unfortunately out at the moment, but we'll be happy to take it,' Jake said smoothly even standing there in his boxers.

The doorman staggered over but dropped the letter on the floor. Blushing bright red he bent down to get it. His sweaty hands shoved in it into my grasp then he practically ran out of the apartment.

'Maybe we should start to use our room more instead of the lounge,' Jake murmured, 'what's that?'

I opened the envelope carefully. An expensive white card fell out. Pale flimsy tissue paper was layered over a white card back. I gradually pull them apart. Black writing stained the snow white background.

Mr and Mrs Brazen would be grateful if you could attend the funeral of their beloved son Carter Brazen. The funeral will take place on Sunday the 10th of September at St. Paul's Church, Upper East Side, Manhattan. The service will begin at 10am.

If you could attend please call 04343295935

Thank you for your support at this difficult time.

'Are we going?' Jake whispered as he read the letter over my shoulder.

'I think we are; it would displace Rose even further from a suspect.' I said reading it again, 'Oh no, the funeral is on my birthday,'

I sank back onto a sofa. What a great way to spend my day; at some loser's funeral.

'You'll be with me,' Jake said kissing my hair, 'and it will only last an hour or so. Then we can come back home. I think Alice has invited Tanya and her clan down so we've have a party afterwards,' he soothed.

That didn't sound too bad. I kissed his jaw.

'I'll just go and ring that we're all going,' I said.

I rang the number then when back to Jake. We embraced again. His fiery lips made patterns on my neck. I wanted him now.

'Let's go upstairs. Knowing our luck the whole of New York will burst into the apartment when we're in a very unsuitable position.'

Jake laughed, 'too true,' as he carried me in his strong arms.

Blair's POV

How many tears can a girl cry before she runs dry? You would think I should have no more left but more and more keep coming out. I think I must have cried a river by now. Maybe the government should take me to some far flung country where no has heard of Marc Jacobs or Gucci that is suffering from drought. There would be no water shortage with me there.

I sobbed. I hate Chuck Bass. I hate him. How could he pick those revolting disgusting Cullens over me? After everything we've been though. I though he had changed, how wrong I was. He's still only thinks of himself. Ass-hole.

I chucked my one of a kind Bendolfs cushion at the door. I wished I had a dart board with his face stuck to it. I grinned manically at the image of throwing darts at Chuck's head.

A timid knock sounded at my door. Dorota's head poked though the tiny gap.

'Miss Blair, this letter has just arrived for you,' her shaking hand held a white envelope.

Gingerly she set it down at my bed side table then back out cautiously. I grabbed it. Opening my heart sank when I realised it was a funeral invitation. Like I would go to Carter's funeral. He was a bigger loser than Chuck and that took something. I lifted my arm to throw it across my already wrecked room when an idea hit me. Maybe it would work.

I searched for my phone around my broken possessions that littered the floor. Where was it? I remembered vaguely chucking it by the window hoping it would fall out of the open glass. I tossed clothes out of the way. There it was. I greedily punched in the numbers from the funeral invitation. The dial-up tone annoyed me. Come on. I was filled with excitement.

'Hello, Manhattan funeral home. How can I help you?' a detached call centre voice answered.

'I am responding to a funeral announcement I received about Carter Brazen's funeral,' I responded, my heart pounding.

'Will you be able to attend?' the bored female asked.

'Yes, my name is Blair Waldorf,' it was now or never, 'I was wondering could you tell me if these people are attending. There are good friends of mine and I would love to see them. They would be under the name Cullen,' I lied. Friends more like enemies.

'Wait a second,' I waited impatiently, 'yes all of the Cullens will be attending. They rang up earlier. Can I be of anymore service to you?' she asked uninterested.

'No, that's it. Thank you.' I hung up.

The Cullens were going to the funeral. How cheap. Trying to make sure Rosalie's part in this stayed secret. Well I'll see. No one got away from me easily. I'll get them.

I dialled another number into my phone. A commanding voice answered.

'Hello, this is Blair Waldorf. I am attending Carter Brazen's funeral on Sunday and I was wondering if there will be police there? There will be… Excellent… Thank you very much… I know I'm scared to leave the house with a murderer on the run… The TV cameras will be there too? I forgot… Of course I don't mind… Mr Brazen is very well known and it is an awful tragedy. Thank you again… Goodbye now.' I hung up on the New York Police Department.

This was going to work. The police will be there; TV cameras will be there and the Cullens will be present too. This is going to be the most amazing scandalous funeral there has ever been. My plan was all ready set into motion. I didn't need Chuck; I could do this all on my own. They'll all be sorry they messed with Blair Waldorf…

AN: Ok just worked out how to put anonymous reviews up. So now anyone can review. The reviews are amazing and my motivation. You guys are making my dream of becoming an author feel closer than before.

Not sure if funeral announcements look like how I've written it. I've never seen one. Or if that's how it works with all the ringing up stuff. Oh well.

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