Gᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ɢᴏᴡɴꜱ. Aʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ, ꜱʜɪᴍᴍᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜᴀɪʀ, ғᴜʟʟ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴜɴᴡᴀʏ ϙᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ. Tʜᴇɪʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ. Tʜᴇɪʀ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅɪɴɢ. Tʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ғᴀꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ. Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇʟɪᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴅᴀᴡɴ. Wʜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ, ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ. Dᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇʀ ꜱʜᴏᴇꜱ, ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇʀ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴜxᴇ, ʀᴜᴍᴏʀꜱ, ᴇɴᴠʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘʟᴇɴᴅᴏʀ. Sᴏᴄɪᴀʟɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇʙᴜᴛᴀɴᴛᴇꜱ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴜᴛᴇ ᴊᴏᴀɪʟʟᴇʀɪᴇ.

TRIGGER WARNING. GRAPHIC VIOLENCE DESCRIPTION.


I've got twenty-one letters and three words.

Recruitment time, bitches!

Gossip Girl here, ready to put the social society back in order. Everyone who is anyone has officially landed back in JFK and all of our yachts are docked in Pier 101. Registration at Manhattan's finest private schools is coming to a close and pumpkin spice is back. Time to get our shit together!

Dear _, Congratulations! You have been identified as an individual who is likely to ruffle some feathers and royally fuck shit up in this society. As such, I would like to invite you to consider membership (meaning that I am considering you) of the Royal Society of the Upper East Side, a coveted honor. You meet the standard requirements of membership as outlined by Gossip Girl and I (Gossip Girl), believe you would make an excellent addition to The Society. You are uniquely qualified to be part of the current class as we obtain our charter. The Society exists to illuminate the core values that guided the historical founded by Blair Waldorf. The Society is an honorary membership organization for select members of our community. I hope that you will take advantage of the opportunity to be part of this prestigious and important organization. You can learn more by visiting the website at .com. Please consider attending the induction ceremony being held on (Date) at (Place). There will be a reception following the ceremony for all 'It Girl' alumni as well as newly recruited members of the current class.

The five official members of this commencement will receive a front page editorial on GossipGirl, a Garrard & Co. tiara, a Hermes Crocodile Birkin and exclusive perks of the sorority and all of it's members.


Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles

Lorenzo sat serenely as the thick, dark smoke from his Diamond Crown cigars filled his 1972 black and orange Stutz Blackhawk. As the rest of the guys rolled their weed, he stuck to his cigars and when everyone drove their latest and greatest luxury vehicles, Lorenzo stuck to the classics. There was something special about him that he didn't even realize. An aura that had girls like Gianna Hilton and MahSuri Yeoh hanging on to his every word. It was a power he didn't realize. Gianna watched Lorenzo's hands twitch slightly as he drove. His other arm was behind her seat as they waited out traffic.

"Who are you?" Gianna asked. Actually incited in him. That never happened. The blonde haired girl reached over, pushing his dark hair out of his face, letting her stiletto nails trail over the tattooed designs on the side of his head as he didn't budge.

"You know enough." Lorenzo said simply.

"I don't know anything about you." Gianna laughed slightly, though she could tell that was how he liked it. This was her third time being around Lorenzo. The first was when they met at Yale Rockefeller's 'Kiss On The Lips' party, once more after they 'ran into' one another at Lavo and this time. The thing that made it different was that Lorenzo actually sent for her. The silence was quickly filled with Lorenzo's sly chuckle, shaking his head slightly before biting his lip.

"I'm a simple man." Lie. "There's nothing interesting about me that's worth knowing." Lie. Gianna knew the male was lying through his teeth but he looked so pretty doing it. Gigi had one of those gut feelings that told her Lorenzo would be bad for her. But, when has she ever actually followed her gut. Gianna had always been the type of girl to run towards flames and barely flinch upon being burned. It was life. And it was what made life actually exciting. No other guy had made her feel as exciting as Lorenzo. But, maybe every girl who had ever spent time around him had the same things to say.


Just what you'd expect inside her new Balenciaga

Yale Rockefeller read over her exclusive invitation into the most envied group of girls and that said a-lot. It took more than just being pretty and rich. Every girl born into the society were pretty and rich. This, was a group you couldn't buy yourself into. You had to be sought after. Over ten years ago, Blair Waldorf understood the importance of a hierarchy and ensuring that everyone knew there place and that they weren't all the same. Girls like Blair and Yale were top tier. Thanks to Blair's orders, and Gossip Girls organization, everyone knew it. No one knew who took over Gossip Girl after Dan Humphrey's admitted to starting the blog, Yale had no idea who's ass to kiss but in her two years being Queen of Constance she managed to win over Blair Waldorf and Nell Diamond, the most notable alumni of Constance queendom. However, this year was different. What would she be worth if anyone knew a girl like her had been cheated on. By some nameless blonde, nonetheless. Yale stared at the marbled gloss paper and the gold foiled lettering of Gossip Girls invitation to secure her spot in society. This particular generation of queens was more likely to lose their spots like the girls of Spence and Nightingale. Yale wouldn't end up like those girls. Everyone already forgot their names. Not to mention social gatherings like The Rothschild wedding, the first day of school and the Debutante ball. Something she was dreading, even up to the current moment when her mother was lacing the corset to her pitch-black and oh-so glamorous Vivienne Westwood gown she had chosen to wear for the coveted event despite not knowing if she had a date. Junior year started in a few days. She had bought her mini plaid skirt, her thigh high boots, warm coats and designer brief case to mark the time and in two months, she'd come out to society.

"Yale, I need you to stop moving." Angela, Yale's mother spoke.

"Ma, I'm literally just breathing."

"Well stop!" Yale stood infront of the mirror of her personal showroom in the Rockefeller manor. She couldn't help but admire herself. Her mother was murmering something about making Prince Hilton regret everything about the way their relationship went up in Calabasas flames. Judging by the voicemails she let both Angela and Marpessa decipher before she decided to let him sweat. Like Marpessa reminded her, 'None of his apologies came with jewelry. They don't count'.

Vile romance, turned dreams into an empire

MahSuri pulled her long, dark hair into a high bun, peaking over her shoulder at the warm body resting in the King sized bed of her suite at the Peninsula. Lorenzo had decided to start spending his time with Gianna Hilton, which gave MahSuri the urge to get under someone else instead of thinking about her 'boss'. Which was why she was acquainting herself with the secret life of the Manhattan elite. The same rush that Austin once tried explaining to her was now her new lifestyle choice. As she adjusted her Kiki De Montparnasse bra, the girl heard light moaning from the other room that caused her to smirk. Every single woman wanted to feel special. And sexy. Most importantly, every woman wanted to feel desired. Just as MahSuri felt as soon as she re-entered the bedroom in her coveted lingerie ensemble. "Are you ready to see me, Mr. Rockefeller"

Self made success. Now she woes with Rockefeller's.

Survival of the richest,

Prince Hilton let out a light sigh as he tried his hardest to relax his muscles in time for his Holistic Facial. It was an annual couples appointment that he usually kept with his now ex-girlfriend, Yale Rockefeller at Naturopathica Chealsea, that he decided to bring his younger brother and sister along for after yet another night of the siblings out on the town. Previously, Prince was more known for a clean cut image and keeping his discrepancies a secret, but he was seventeen years old after all, what was the point of that? Since a pre-teen, Prince lived his life by the aristocratic book figuring that things like classified coke binges and under-age sex with multiple partners wouldn't see the light of day until he ran for congress, when it was an easy enough story to spin and Yale was already a Hilton. But now, things have changed. Both his younger siblings, Gianna and Boe lived their wildest and craziest lives all over social media for the world and Gossip Girl to see which was something the oldest blonde thought he could never do. And, apart of him was holding back until the nights antics became more private and the camera phones were put away, but that was for the future he planned out for himself in hopes that Yale came to her senses and answered her damn phone. "What happened with Yale?" Gianna asked for what felt like the millionth time. Prince avoided and ignored the question every time his sister asked, but deep down he thought she already knew. Yale and Gianna had been best friends well before Yale and Prince became a couple. However, when Yale and Prince did start dating a shift happened that annoyed Gianna. Especially after Boe disappeared. Yale acted as if she couldn't leave Prince's side. The brunette often defended that she was worried about Prince's well being and mental state when their brother left but what about Gianna? She was basically alone and only thrown a best friend bone when Prince had something else to do. That hurt. The only upside to Prince and Yale breaking up meant that Gianna could have her best friend back. Unless for some odd reason Yale suddenly became best friends with a girl she always said she couldn't stand. Like, maybe Marpessa Monroe. Prince groaned as Hinata, his usual facialist, stroked manuka honey cleansing balm over his defined cheek bones, leaving enough silence for his younger brother to cut in.

"Does it matter?" Boe asked. Back before Boe's disappearance, Prince got the feeling that Boe disliked Yale. He always thought it was because Yale tied him down, and made Prince unable to partake in every wild night the rest of the boys had. Then there was the history between Prince, Yale and Boe's old friend, Austin. Sure, Austin Roosevelt was an old friend to the entire group but for Prince it always felt forced and orchestrated. Yes, because Prince always knew Austin was inlove with Yale, and the fact that Prince 'got her first' upset Austin. At one point, Prince did see Austin as a legitimate friend, until he became competition. When they were younger, Prince always had a feeling that it was Austin feeding Gossip Girl fake stories to make him look like he cheated on Yale. And once Austin actually had something on Prince, his fling with a girl he met at Yale Rockefeller's 'Kiss on the Lips' party, Austin couldn't wait to break up their relationship. Austin's thirst to destroy Prince was the exact reason Prince went to the Roosevelt's after an unforgettable night between the guys. Harvard Rockefeller, Yale's cousin, told Prince all about the two buying drugs, buying girls, drag racing and every other thing they partook in while their Upper East elite parents had no idea. Prince decided to join them, and after having his own fun, Prince decided to inform the Roosevelt-DuPont dynasty's of Austin's bad deeds. No one knew it was Prince, and even after knowing Austin was literally on the streets to fend for himself, and dealing with a possible drug addiction problem, the physical fight that the boys engaged in a few nights ago, outside of Lavo reminded him that he didn't give a shit about Austin anymore. Prince needed Austin out of the inner circle and he made it happen. Taking a page out of Yale's handbook of tricks and blackmail that she actually used on Austin's cousin, Daphne DuPont. Exactly why Prince and Yale were perfect together. "They were bound to break up eventually. Either it was going to be last week or in 20 years after a brutal divorce and custody battle over summer homes and jewelry. It was gonna happen." Boe scoffed.

"She's my best friend!" Gianna exclaimed. More so, to say it out loud so that she still believed the statement herself. "I just wanna know what happened."

"I'm your brother." Prince reminded. "And if you really want to know, you can ask her." Prince spoke through his teeth as he stayed still allowing Hinata to wrap his face with a warm towel.

"I did!" Gianna shot up from the bed provided by Naturopathica's spa only to see both of her brothers in a state of relaxation only known to Pharaohs in tombs. "She said you cheated on her." Prince stayed quiet for a moment before figuring it was best to admit it to get Gianna off his back about it.

"I did." Prince said casually. "I met a girl that I really thought I liked, and I betrayed Yale." His voice cracked. He was slowly feeling more emotion than he did when he told Yale what happened.

"You hooked up with another girl?" Gigi asked, in a soft tone. Maybe it did seem like she took her brothers side. He was her brother after all, and having Boe back made her family feel complete. Ofcourse Gianna wanted to spend time with them all at once. But, while Gianna was hanging out with Boe and Prince, Yale was dealing with the biggest heartbreak of her life and she was all alone in it.

"I kissed another girl. And I confided in her in ways I never felt like I could talk to Yale." Prince admitted. "No sex though," Not like that was his choice. "Yale's still my one and only. And she's still not talking to me."

"Maybe I can talk to her." Gianna suggested.

"Why?" Boe challenged. "She's a self-centered bitch. And you're better off without her, man." Boe cut his eye at his brother. "Day one of being single and you're fighting Austin because of her?" Boe asked, wanting an answer from Prince.

"That was because of him." Prince explained. The slight bruising on his face and body after the fight he had gtten in with Austin was the reason he was now at a spa. And Prince was more than ready to even the score.

"Prince cheated on her. And she knows Austin and Prince don't like eachother so she just wanted to get his attention." Gianna explained. Even if they weren't talking, Yale was her best friend and she was sure Yale didn't actually think Prince would fight anyone. What both Gianna and Prince didn't know is that Yale had no room to try and get even with Prince and give him a taste of his own medicine because in reality, Yale cheated on Prince years ago, with Boe. And actually lost her virginity to him despite making everyone, including Prince, think that she lost it to Boe's older brother.

"I just wanna talk to her." Prince sighed in comfort as he felt his body detoxing.

"You know where she is." Gianna spoke confidently. And it was true. Right before the beginning of a school year, Prince and Yale started their day with their massage and facial, before going to get their hair styled and/or cut at Loft26 the luxury hair salon right off sixth. Judging by the fact that she wasn't at Naturopathica it only meant that her mother utilized the spa that was in the Rockefeller manor, something Yale usually opted out of in order to keep tradition with Prince. However Gianna knows that Yale wouldn't just change hair colorists the day before junior year. Which meant Loft26 was a not only a safe bet, but a convenient one since Loft26 was just across the street from where they were. Something that both Prince and Yale found cosmic when they first started seeing Hinata at Naturopathica even though the reality was that the Japanese immigrant quit her job at the Trump Towers amidst Donald Trumps presidential election.

The city's ours until the fall

Marpessa Monroe's fluid panelled sneakers pounded the Manhattan concrete as she stepped out of the Rockefeller family limo, following Yale Rockefeller into Loft26. The friendship, was always there, but in the matter of weeks the two practically did everything together. In fact, even though Marpessa hated to admit it, she didn't know what she'd do with her day if Yale hadn't called her since this past week alone they spent everyday together. Aside from Lavo there were brunches, parties, shopping, dinners and Yale even accompanied Marpessa to visit the vet with her rabbit Sora. Yale smirked slightly at the girl as they walked into the salon. "I'm going to Loren for my highlights," The dark haired girl started. She knew all eyes would be on her at Constance Buillard, especially with her breakup with her long time boyfriend Prince Hilton. And his eyes were most important because she wanted him to know exactly what he was missing. "You'll love Devon, she does like, the best extensions ever."

"Girl what?" Marpessa asked, laughing slightly as she took a seat in the luxury salon. "No, I'm going up to Harlem to get my frontal done the right way." She insisted. "And don't talk about my extensions!" Marpessa swatted away Yale's hands just as she started to reach for Marpessa's back-length natural kinky straight ponytail. Yale always loved when she wore her hair that. The girl sat and watched Yale with a smirk on her face. "I'm guessing you got it,"

"Got what?" Yale asked nonchalantly before Marpessa scoffed. Ofcourse, Marpessa saw right through Yale. Marpessa was referring to Gossip Girls annual invitation. For the last few years both Yale and Marpessa received one and they barely bat an eyelash. However, too much already changed and Yale herself was feeling like just maybe, she'd be forced out of her comfort zone. After all, her famous party was hijacked and her boyfriend of a million years had been stolen. She had to atleast subconsciously admit that she was losing her grip on the Upper East Side. Over the years, Yale-Rose was known for never lifting her stiletto from anyone's neck. It was what made her who she was. Who the boys wanted and the girls envied. Now she didn't know who she was. Yale shrugged slightly, embracing Marpessa's eccentric personality that she had grown used to in the matter of weeks.

"Don't." Marpessa waved her hands in the air. "The invitation. From, you know who."

"Ofcourse I got one." Yale said matter-of-factly. "Why wouldn't I? You know who I am." The girl straightened her posture. Was Marpessa questioning if Yale still was the queen after everything she endured? Was trusting Marpessa to see a more personal side of herself a lapse of judgement?

"Duh?" Marpessa wondered why Yale was so defensive. But then again, it made sense considering everything that had happened. The only issue with Yale showing her rare sense of social mortality was that Marpessa only surrounded herself with equals. And if Yale didn't see herself as a queen, how could anyone else? "You aren't worried, are you?" Yale rose her eyebrow, cutting her hazel eyes at Marpessa as she struggled with if s

"The only thing that worries me is the other three girls that Gossip Girl will pick." Yale spoke before clarifying. "And us having to yet again mingle with girls who aren't on our level. I mean, there's no girls at those other schools that are on the radar."

"Suri's still queen of Chapin-"

"Suri is a place holder." True, MahSuri was always apart of the Manhattan elite circle even though she was never close to the original group aside from an unlikely friendship between the heiress and Austin Roosevelt. Yale always thought she was a hot mess that made Gossip Girl for standard scandals and just because she was interesting didn't mean she deserved a spot in society.

"I wonder where Beatrix Cali will go." Marpessa hit a nerve.

"Why?"

"Because she's definitely it girl material." Marpessa admitted. "She's even hanging out with Daphne DuPont."

"That won't last long." Yale said sternly. "I can't believe that girl even showed her face back in the Upper East Side." The brunette scoffed as Loren, her stylist told her she was almost ready. Yale's history with Daphne DuPont was lengthy, but it resulted in Yale embarrassing Daphne infront of the entire society, forcing her to follow her older sister to Philadelphia. "She's most likely here for her sister's wedding. I'm pretty sure Philadelphia doesn't have any good venues since they destroyed the city for that .. basketball game or whatever." Yale scoffed. "Remember that?"

"The Eagles winning the Super Bowl?" Marpessa laughed slightly. "Uhm Yeah?" The girl spoke. "But, what are you planning to do to her if she stays for good?"

They're Monaco and Hamptons bound ...

"I love you the first time, I love you the last time. Yo soy la princesa, comprende mis white lines." Beatrix swayed her hips as she held her puppy, Dolcé Del Vita in her left hand while her right hand held her Emilio Pucci phone case, and her iPhone 11 as she sung along to Lana Del Rey. "Cause I'm your jazz singer and you're my cult leader. I love you forever." The entire Calí family estate was both glamorous and gorgeous. A mix of 1980s mafia Miami, and Italian Renaissance the entire building looked like a museum for the original Italian mafia. And it included Beatrix's bedroom. From the baroque style architecture and the mythological Italian art on the ceilings. "I love you forever." She sang in front of the Elizabeth Austin Arlington Gold mirror before being inturrupted by her older brother, Lorenzo.

"Fuck are you doing?" Lorenzo asked sternly. He crossed his arms and let out a light laugh as he stood in the door frame of his younger sisters bedroom.

"I just got the Fenty trophy wife collection so I'm posting on IG story." The brunette pointed out the yellow gold shimmer that her eyelids, glossed lips, cheeks and shoulders were immersed in. It was no secret that Beatrix had a large social media presence, something that was her estate. Both Beatrix and her brother could be called extra, materialistic and vain. But so were all young, attractive Italian men and women. "What the fuck do you want?" She asked, putting her puppy on the plush, shaggy mink rug. "Shouldn't you be with your little blonde girlfriend?" Beatrix bat her eyelashes at her older brother. Lorenzo was Beatrix's first best friend and even though she knew the things he'd done from owning prostitutes, selling drugs and the things he did aiming towards collateral damages she still knew deep down he was a good person. She knew him like the back of her hands and she still couldn't put her fingers on her brothers 'type' especially after he'd spent a week straight with only one girl. That even though she had seen him pictured with the blonde in blogs he was being coy about it all. "Where is she now? Bergdorf 's on fifth?"

"What's that?"

"Bergdorf's? On Fifth?" Beatrix stopped taking selfies of herself to challenge her brother. Responding to his questioning with disgust. "Bergdorf's. The store?"

"Oh." Enzo answered in a bored tone. "I just shop in the flagships."

"Way to ignore the question." Beatrix laughed. "Boujee bastard." Beatrix smiled at her brother. "Seriously, what's up?"

"Sorellina," Lorenzo used one of the many nicknames he had for his baby sister as he talked. "There was a fucking store mannequin, inside of our entrance." The dark haired male chuckled slightly as he waited for Beatrix to respond. "She-"

"It's a girl?" Beatrix teased.

"She," Enzo repeated. "has a blonde wig -"

"Is it your girlfriend?"

"I'm not playing this fucking game with you." Lorenzo let out a laugh, shaking his head.

"I wanna know!" Beatrix laughed as she followed her brother out of her bedroom and down the first set of staircasings that led to the second floor where the spa, theater, salon and even Lorenzo's home office were. "Is she down here?"

"The mannequin is down there." Lorenzo instructed, as he led his sister down to the first level and the front door to a mannequin wearing a designer jacket, and a Nightingale School uniform. The mannequin did have a blonde wig, oversized Celine sunglasses, and a Versace purse.

"Is this real?" Beatrix picked up the purse, checking it out to find out that it was actually real. As Beatrix scanned the mannequin, she wondered who sent it, and who actually cared that she was starting Nightingale soon until she saw the gold embroidered lettering on the back of the Burberry coat. 'GOSSIP GIRL'. "The hell?" Beatrix mumbled more to herself as she removed the white, marble envelope from the mannequin's hand and opened it.

"Who the fuck brought this in?" Lorenzo questioned as he scanned the entrance, ignoring his sister's shock for a moment. "You brought this in?" Lorenzo asked Perugia, a middle aged male who acted as the families butler. Perugia nodded simply and Lorenzo eased his tension. "What fucking type of initiation is this?" Lorenzo joked. "You joined a fashion mafia or something like that?"

"You have a secret girlfriend, I have a secret society." Beatrix smirked, waving her envelope in her hands, mocking a fanning motion as she watched her brother walk off, waiting. Right now, she was being offered a gift of exclusivity by way of Gossip Girl and the Upper East Side society and even though she had never thought about it before, she knew she loved it. Just a few days ago, she had been speaking with her new friend, Daphne DuPont about the 'ins' and 'outs' of the Manhattan elite circle as well as it's inner workings. And a few months ago, she was speaking with Kassidy Reagan, a childhood friend that previously had the spot that was currently given to her.

"Fuck you." Lorenzo called from down the hallway, while Beatrix glanced over the gold lettering one more time. Even though she was just at the edge of it, it was hard to believe lifestyles like this existed outside of TV shows and best selling teen novels. The girls ombre and chrome stiletto nails traveled across her iPhone screen as she selected Daphne DuPont's name in her iMessages. Briefly, her eyes traveled towards another name on her text list. 'Duke Rockefeller' or, 'Square' according to contact list. Despite what most might think by looking at Beatrix's instagram, or her face in real life, Beatrix hadn't had a lengthy track-record with the opposite gender. From childhood, to pre-teenage years, being the younger sister of five brothers did not work in her favor. It was even worse when the men in her family were associated with the mafia. Any guy she had known either respected or feared the Gambino family enough to steer clear of her. Those brave enough to try were dragged out by their throats before they had a fair shot. Her time That's probably why her first kiss was Kassidy, who was bragging about the fact that she had gotten farther than Beatrix. She offered to teach her. When Beatrix moved to Italy to start High School, she went by her mothers maiden name 'Iamonte' which was enough to keep the boys away if most of them weren't gay already. Fashion school in Italy gave Beatrix a plethora of adventures. She wasn't sure if she liked hooking up with girls because she liked it, they were aloud in her bedroom with no question, or she admired their lipgloss in a platonic way like sisters she never had. However, Duke Rockefeller reminded her that she was definitely interested in boys. For a moment, she thought about texting him, but the moment passed as she decided she had bigger fish to fry.

"Daph," Beatrix stroaked the blonde wig of her new house guest as she heard the amused voice of Daphne DuPont. She had already grown accustomed to it. "I have something at my house you might wanna see."

But we don't feel like outsiders at all

Austin chuckled nervously as he sat between Tommy and Flavio, another one of Lorenzo's top men who was also in attendance during the incident that involved Austin and his childhood frenemy, Princeton Hilton. The two engaged in a fight that was long over due, because Prince caught Austin engaged in light conversation with Prince's ex- the girl he cheated on, Yale-Rose Rockefeller. Yale had been Austin's dream girl for as long as he could remember. But Yale was the dream girl of every guy on the Upper East Side. Truthfully, Austin always thought Yale's beauty and notoriety were what attracted Prince to her, and that he never actually realized how lucky he was to have her. "This little fucking blonde guy was packing a punch though," Tommy let out a loud laugh as he described the fight to the rest of the wise men. "Dude was bleeding instantly and he didn't even stop." Tommy bragged, causing Austin to let out a chuckle himself since he was also surprised. Despite knowing Prince his entire life, he had seen a different person the moment Prince hit him. Honestly, that was the person he always thought Prince was even though he was hiding behind an image presented to the Upper East Side. Austin stole glances at Lorenzo, Capo, who half listened to the story.

"So this all happened at Lavo?" Lorenzo sat at his desk, almost examining a bag of ... crystals for sale by the Italian Gambino connection. His sea-foam green eyes looked up at the guys waiting on an answer that took a few seconds because all of the guys involved were considering that at the time, Lorenzo expected them to be preparing for a drop that was supposed to happen later on that night.

"It was literally like five seconds." Austin cleared his throat, trying to crack a smile and lighten the intensity. These were the times Austin was forced to speak up, because the other guys knew Lorenzo more enough to know better. "He went down like, instantly." Austin added, as the other guys began to burst into laughter.

"Well, this guy isn't gonna be a problem for you?" Lorenzo asked, standing on his feet, turning to his wall of weapons that Austin previously thought was just for decor until two seconds later when Lorenzo swiftly removed the Amish Leather Sheath, reaching out and lifting the royal blue steel machete to Austin's throat causing him to gulp. Even though Lorenzo and the guys laughed revealing the joke, he tried to join and ignore the urge he felt to shit himself. Something that happened every time he was around them. "Come with me." He instructed before leading the guys out off the office and through the warehouse. Austin looked below the balcony at the poor unfortunate souls that Lorenzo brought in who had been tied to wooden chairs for a few days now. Infact, Austin almost forgot all about them until he walked in to the warehouse a few hours ago when Lorenzo called him for information on the latest wash he had been working on with Tommy. As Lorenzo walked, Austin noticed his latest outfit. Lorenzo's style was always tailored and always designer. He wore suits daily and almost always switched out because of how 'dirty' his day job could get. As did the rest of the wise men, which rubbed off on Austin who was wearing Prada straight-leg tailored trousers, an Alexander McQueen harness paneled shirt and Common Projects sneakers. Still dressed down in comparison to Lorenzo's black Fendi FF print pattern suit. Lorenzo casually waved the machete as he walked through the warehouse showing glimmers of the guy they all called Mad-Dog as they made their way to the warehouse's first floor where the group of four men were sitting back to back in a circle. Austin knew the men to be a few that crossed Lorenzo in his brief hiatus following his fathers passing. Lorenzo focused his time on his family while these men decided to tart skimming money and selling drugs outside of Lorenzo's influence. Which was not okay- apparently. The black hoods had been removed from the men's heads after days in the dark, and the first thing they saw was Lorenzo Calì holding a machete. Austin would bet money that they'd rather be forgotten about and starved to death. But, they knew that Lorenzo wouldn't let them off that easily. "Tommy." Lorenzo said casually with a grin on his face. "Tell them what you told me." Lorenzo said with a straight face.

"About how Lucchese boy wonder, Crea was caught up in Brooklyn with washed money that has your lace on it? And a hit list with your name on it, Enzo?" Tommy challenged. "We drug him by his collar out of Joey's. Had him choked up in the alley with a brick to his head. Pizza sauce still hanging off the side of his cheek." Tommy told his story with such enthusiasm, Austin tried to keep everything straight and remember names like Crea, and who they were associated with, who they knew and what they all did. Wishing they had a database sort of like Gossip Girl, though everything they did was in secret and shadows. All word of mouth. "Bada boom, bada bing. He starts singing, Mad-dog. Said his boys were gonna find you in a high rise in Midtown with a blonde."

"Now," Lorenzo cut his eyes at the group, kneeling down to their level and looking Quiet-boy straight in the eyes. Austin met QB many times at many parties. The group said after being released from Rikers years back he refused to speak to anyone aside from Frank and now Lorenzo only after Frank's death. "How the fuck would he know something like that?" Suddenly, they all thought he was off talking to other associates when Austin figured anyone who followed Gossip Girl would know exactly how to find Lorenzo- since the blog followed Gianna Hilton's moves closely and all she had been doing recently was ... Lorenzo.

We are the new Americana

The navy blue fabric of Gianna's ALICE MCCALLCowboy Tears playsuit fell from her fair shoulders as she watched her reflection in the mirror. As the blonde girls blue eyes trailed down to the CASADEI thigh length lace-up boot that she paired with it, the girl heard a groan from behind her. "This is cute, right?" Gianna asked her younger brother, Boe, who acted as if he had somewhere else he'd rather be. Boe had gone missing for a few years, and finally he was back. After the wild nights and Gossip Girl articles, Gigi was starting to figure out how to be normal with Boe, as they used to be. Boe was her closest friend, at times. Times when Yale-Rose - Gianna's actual bestie, was too busy being in love with Gianna's older brother, Prince, Gigi spent time with Boe. Day drinking, shopping and playing eachothers wing person. They both had the same sparkling personality that brought other people in. One thing she loved about Boe - that he hadn't seen since he returned. Prince suggested that it might take time for Boe to get back in the swing of things considering how much had changed in two years. Their mother, Jessica Buckley, suggested that forcing Boe into the bubble he had been in two years ago might make him want to run away again, leaving Gianna with an urrge to find the new normal between the two. "I don't wanna be like, I'm trying too hard to be sexy."

"I don't need to think about you being sexy." Boe reminded. "But I do wanna know what it is about this guy that has you caring what you look like..." Gianna was perfect. She was the ultimate 'It girl' that could roll out of bed and straight to a runway. Yale-Rose was structured and well put together but Gianna was effortless. She never had to care what she looked like or what other people thought because everyone always loved her. Which was why Boe was questioning the truth behind Gianna's relationship with Lorenzo Cali. Boe was familiar with the tattooed male past coy articles on Gossip Girl that didn't mention him by name. He knew Lorenzo as the king of the Upper East Side's underground world. The world of drug dealing, money laundering, and everything else on the NYPD's radar. He knew him as the best place to get drugs when he wanted to numb himself and he knew enough to keep his distance which is why he didn't understand the connection between Lorenzo and his sister. Everyone knew Gigi liked to have fun. Apparently Boe didn't know how much fun his sister liked to have. But he wasn't ready to open up to her about how things were for him before he left. His mind was still swirling over his confession to Harvard Rockefeller.

"I-" Gianna bit back a smile as she started to blush. "He's..." Her mink lashes fluttered as she tried to figure out the words to use to describe the way Lorenzo made her feel. Gianna was used to having everyone in the palm of her hands, which meant she never had to feel things like butterflies, nerves and giddiness. "I wish you could just ... see us together." She smiled.

"This guys keeping you a secret." Boe shook his head at his sister. "Don't you know who you are?" The blonde haired boy challenged as he drifted his eyes from his sister to a text message he had received from Harvard, someone he hadn't seen since their kiss- and Boe's coming out.

"What?" Gianna challenged. "The entire Upper East Side knows who I am."

"Exactly my point." Boe pointed out. Boe wasn't stupid. He knew the Upper East Side was taking a turn. The royal couple that was Yale Rockefeller and Prince Hilton were finally over. Gossip Girl was widening the ranks of what it meant to be an 'It Girl' and then there was whatever was happening between himself and Harvard. His biggest distraction. Honestly, he didn't really care about his sisters romantic life as much as he cared about her social standing. Something that always baffled Boe was how Gigi could be content with being in the shadow of Yale Rockefeller. Boe walked through his sisters walk in closet, past her personal mannequin that she used to ponder outfits for major events. Currently, it was draped in a silk, gold ALBERTA FERRETTI gown meant to be worn at Boe Hilton's 007 themed yacht party in exactly two weeks. That wasn't the statue Boe was interested in. Boe's attention was set to the second blonde in the room, dressed in a Constance Billard's uniform with a golden envelope in the hand. Blair Waldorf(-Bass') elite queendom and the inner workings was something that only a select few were to know about. And no matter how high Boe was ranked on the social ladder, he was not one of them. However, back in 2016, Gianna decided to disclose the secret information with Boe. That Gianna herself was Gossip Girl's one and only choice consideration for the Queen of Constance placement. Sure, Yale was a carbon copy of Nell Diamond and followed the Blair Waldorf blueprint to a T but Boe knew things that validated the simple fact that Yale Rockefeller was an undeserving poser. "You collect these things like Louboutin's, don't you?" Boe scoffed. When Gianna declined her spot as queen, it was given to Yale and for three years straight, she was offered. And she always declined.

"I mean, I guess." Gianna shrugged nonchalantly.

"You guess? Come on, Gi." Boe nudged. Gianna sighed and shook her head, looking back at Boe.

"You know that's always been Yale's thing." The blonde stated. "I never needed titles and she's my best friend."

"Yeah I can tell." Boe knew a side of Yale that would ruin her. She was vindictive, manipulative and a big ass liar. He was never a fan and it was about time she was knocked down a few notches. "The way she ignored you for Prince and Marpessa and to talk to Austin of all people."

"It's a rough patch. Things are weird because of Prince but that's all."

"Is it?" Boe asked. "Things change. People grow apart or does that just apply to my friends?" Boe mentioned, nodding to the outcasting of Austin Roosevelt and his siblings justification of it. "I think your selling yourself short." Boe admitted. And it was the honest truth.

"I have a date." The blonde shook her head trying to get rid of the thoughts her baby brother was planting in her head. As she turned on her heels, she saw her brother hand her the envelope.

"Think about it." Boe requested, waiting until Gianna finally and reluctantly took the invitation in her hands and shoved it in her Louis Vuitton purse.

High on legal marijuana

Prince Hilton pushed his long, blonde hair out of his own face as he hovered over the coffee table in his personal, deluxe den on the east wing of the Hilton family floor of the Conrad hotel. Maybe he should be tending to the facial wounds acquired from a fist fight he had gotten in with Austin Roosevelt that involved his interest in Prince's now ex-girlfriend, Yale-Rose Rockefeller. Maybe Prince should be following up with Duke Rockefeller and the Department of Justice about his internship that his maternal uncle, P.J Buckley pulled strings to get him as well as Duke. Instead, he was rolling himself a marijuana blunt and dazing himself as he always liked to do when things got too complicated. The fact that Yale-Rose hadn't yet responded to his texts and voicemails was the biggest showcase of turmoil that the male had ever been forced to experience was comical to most. Including his father, Nicholas Hilton who hovered over his son, nudging him as he entered the den. "What are you doing, Princeton?!" Nicholas challenged, shaking his head at the younger male. The words, "This isn't you." left Nicholas' mouth which translated that what he was seeing wasn't the side of his son that was showed to the public. And, Prince never let this side of his personality present itself in such an obvious way. Maybe if he was standing infront of either of Prince's younger siblings, his tune would've been different. "Son," Nicholas took te seat next to Prince on the den's couch, ignoring Princeton's obvious wince in annoyance by his company. Prince didn't know his parents to be handson. Not even before his brother left. But, maybe since Boe returned, his parents wanted to be more involved. Fuck. "I know Yale has been such a big part of your life for ... years now. She's your first love. But no one really ends up with their first love. She's a special girl, I know it. But you're almost eighteen. College is approaching and so is the rest of your life. Wallowing over a girl isn't going to help your future." Nicholas rambled into Prince's ear even though he could tell his son wasn't listening. "Your uncle P.J got you that internship at the department of justice, and he told your mother that you never showed up."

"I know." Prince slouched in his seat, waiting on his father to finally get bored of the conversation. Just as he was.

"Don't ignore your future because-"

"Because what?" Prince challenged. "Even if I changed my mind about being a lawyer you'd pay my way somewhere else. If I wanted to be a director you'd send me a personal pj to Quentin Tarantino's house and if I said I wanted to sell houses you'd set me up with your god-father the fucking President of the United States." Prince scoffed name dropping Donald Trump, watching his jaw drop. Prince worked hard at everything since he was younger. He kept appearances and tended to his reputation like house plants. He kept straight A's and the best stats of the 's football team all for what? Everything that he would ever want in life would just be presented to him on a silver platter even if he lived life like his younger siblings. Which meant he totally wasted the first seventeen years of his life being perfect.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Nicholas' sarcasm caused an eyeroll from his son as he started to talk. "When your mother told me she was pregnant the number one thing on my mind was making sure you have every opportunity that you have ever wanted." Nicholas scoffed. "I should've thought that you would be raised so selfishly that having everything handed to you wouldn't be enough."

"What did you do dad?" Prince challenged. "When you were my age you were doing coke lines off of Amanda de Cadenet and now you run an empire that you were going to run since before your father and his fathers father were born just because you were born a Hilton and at some annual rich people party you met a rich pretty girl and had rich pretty kids and are now bitching to me about not going to some internship when we both know I could be president if I woke up tomorrow and decided to." Prince snapped. It always bothered him that everything was handed to them and they were conditioned not to be bothered by it in the slightest.

Raised on Biggie and Nirvana

"Oh bunny." Lilly-Marie spoke smoothly as she ran her fingers through the hair of her most prized possession, Marpessa Monroe. Since she was younger, she had been referred to as her mothers beauty mark on the world. Lilly-Marie's gold hair brush ran through Marpessa's long tresses as Marpessa watched her reflection through the large gold mirror sitting on her mothers bedroom vanity. "I love it when you wear your hair natural like this." She kissed Marpessa's forehead in the moment as Marpessa stroked Sora, her white bunny rabbit on her lap. "You're so effortlessly perfect." Marpessa hummed along to 'I don't wanna fight' by Tina Turner that played softly on Lilly-Marie's record player.

"What on earth do you have up your sleeve, mother?" Marpessa asked. Ofcourse she loved her time with her mother. She was apart of a group of rare Upper East Siders that actually liked her parents and their company but she knew exactly where she inherited her manipulative tenancies from. Her mother. Marpessa arched her eyebrow as she remembered the many times her mother needed to use her as a part of a grand scheme. She always loved it.

"Nothing bunny," Lilly-Marie bat her eyelashes as she tilted Marpessa's head to face her. "I was just thinking of all the wonderful, eligible escorts for the debutante ball." She brought up as Marpessa groaned. "And how beautiful you'll look." Every parent had their own milestones and events they looked forward to for their parents and as long as Marpessa remembered, both Lilly-Marie and her father Bastian were fully prepared to make the debutante ball bigger than prom.

"I'm not letting you set me up with anyone mother."

"But I-"

"You what?" Marpessa asked, watching her mother stand to her feet and grab her laptop.

"I narrowed it down to ten gorgeous elite men from all over the country. Some international."

"Narrowed it down from what?"

"Rich, handsome and taller than you in stilettos. Darling they're only for show."

We are the new Americana

MahSuri straddled Austin Roosevelt as she used a warm cloth to sooth the male and his nerves. It wasn't the first time she had seen Austin in such a state, and knowing who Austin was working for, it wouldn't be the last. Austin was now associated wit a group of people that referred to the gash on his lip as a war scar. Even though he had gotten the wound in a tiny fight with a trustfund brat, it still helped him mildly fit in. Something Austin still wasn't used to, was the gruesome torture tactics that he was being immersed in more and more, since gaining a higher ranking. It was something he still couldn't stomach. Even though MahSuri was also a member of the family, her job was different than Austin's. MahSuri was a girl of the night. She always had been. Wild nights and parties but now she had been able to make her nights worth while, turning them in to a profession thanks to Lorenzo and the Gambino's. It all made Austin uncomfortable, but his nerves had been uneasy a lot in the past few months. As MahSuri approached the Dakota, she caught Austin right in time, at the height of one of his panic attacks. She could remember the panic attack he had after his first time sleeping on the streets when his parents threw him out. She remembered the first night Austin witnessed the casualties of the mafia and the nightmares he had every night since. These moments were what made the two close. The nights she nursed him and comforted him after panic attacks or withdraws. Whenever he was ready to relapse if it meant he could forget the things he had seen and the one night MahSuri had felt so disgusted after a client Lorenzo sent to her. It was a half-million dollar night not including what she owed Lorenzo, but after it was all done, she couldn't stop vomiting. It reminded Austin too much of when MahSuri battled bulimia a few years back. "He just ..." Austin tried to speak. His face was soaked in sweat and tears. "I can't tell if he ... has a heart." Austin looked up at MahSuri, straight into her eyes. "There's this guy who, speaks highly of his family. Stops mid-conversation if his mom or his younger sister call him. He literally bows to his elders and people who raised him and he can stomach dismembering live humans and go on a date right after." Austin ranted. "He's hilarious, considerate, charming, caring and he's a fucking psycho, Suri." Austin explained farther. "I find myself constantly trying to impress him. And earn his respect but I don't know what I have to do to to get that." Suri listened, staying silent and trying to imagine what it would be like to actually be a significant part of the life of a man like Lorenzo. How the mafia wives did it. How his mother did it with his father. And how she could try and get Austin to stomach what she had done only hours ago, and who she had done it with. "Or worse. What if I become just like the rest of them?"

Young James Dean,

Duke Rockefeller glanced over the matching Louis Vuitton suits personally sent over from Nicolas Ghesquière to the twins. Duke's ofcourse was white while his brother Harvard was to wear black for the 007 event hosted by Boe Hilton as well as the Hilton siblings. It would be the first party that Boe Hilton attended in his honor since his disappearance a few years back and while Duke began to think of it as a positive, it just seemed like it would be a shit show. Before Boe left, there was a structure to the group. Maybe everyone didn't like everyone else, but they all respected the society enough not to let their distaste show. It was twisted, but they all knew they were supposed to all like one another, which is why they put on a show. Duke personally didn't mind the charade. Atleast until he finally felt something real. That something being Beatrix Cali. A complex woman that was from the outside. It was rare to meet someone new, and even more rare to meet someone like her. In a moment, Duke appreciated how simple it was. He went to a law internship and met someone who was both beautiful and smart. Fashionable and future-oriented. Ofcourse on the Upper East Side, things didn't stay simple. Infact the girl he met, was now best friends with a girl he had betrayed years ago. Daphne DuPont had been a girl that Duke actually had a crush on. He worked up the courage to get her phone number, took her on a few dates and was about to ask her to be his official girlfriend. After losing his virginity and being ghosted by Gianna Hilton he didn't think he'd waste his time on girls. But time spent with Daphne never felt wasted. Not until Yale-Rose, Duke's cousin decided that Daphne was now on her hit-list and the blossoming relationship between herself and Duke was how she would put the girl in her place. After manipulations and schemes, Duke didn't want anything to do with any of it. Lucky enough for Yale, it was pre-tattooed twins and it was almost impossible to tell the Rockefeller twins apart. Harvard, was a horn-dog and would do anything to get some which is why it wasn't hard to convince him to step in Duke's place, get under Daphne and end up viral on the internet with an under-aged sex tape that shut Gossip Girl down for a month when the DuPont's got legally involved. The Rockefeller's denied involvement and it was like it never happened but everyone knew. Daphne ran off to live in Philadelphia and Duke didn't know how to face her making him look guiltier than he was. It was in fact the last straw for Duke and his brother and was the reason for the strain that the two were slowly trying to mend. He worked on forgiving Harvard for the betrayal but he never forgot. Now it was haunting him in the form of Beatrix who was now distant because of her loyalty to Daphne, just as Duke was trying to get to know her. What made it worse, was that now she was on Yale's radar and Duke was getting deja-vu. "Maybe I'll ask Beatrix to come to the party?" Duke suggested as he walked into Harvard's room, holding the brown, leather LV garment bag that contained his custom suit. Harvard had been constantly checking his phone for ... something. Duke saw him all weekend attempting to refresh, getting his hopes up at the sound of a notification and sighing in disappointment when it wasn't the person he wanted to hear from. Duke could tell his brother met someone. And it did hurt that he and his identical twins were as close as two strangers living on different planets which is why Duke, though the younger twin, decided to take the first steps and tried involving Harvard in his personal life. And it was working.

"Oh, Yale would fucking love that." Harvard reminded. His advice was for Duke to quit while he was ahead, and stop pursuing Beatrix. Maybe if Yale didn't see Duke and Beatrix together, she wouldn't involve him in what ever scheme she had planned for the girl. But, that was just because Harvard never met Beatrix. He'd understand why Duke couldn't just stay away from her.

"You know what happened with Daphne." Duke stated, and Harvard tensed up. Harvard could never form the words to apologize to Duke for what happened. One, he hated being wrong, and secondly, he was now realizing mindless sex and scandals were just Harvard's way of trying to prove something to himself. That he actually liked girls. The girls that Duke became interested in were always top tier and if he couldn't find them attractive when they were ass naked and straddling him then what did that say about him? Harvard couldn't bring himself to explaining it, and Duke would never understand but the nervous twitch Harvard gave when Duke mentioned the incident was enough for him to understand his brother regretted that night. "I don't want that to happen. You know me, I never really find a girl I'm in to..." Duke trailed off. It was true. The only girls Harvard had seen Duke invested in were Gianna Hilton, Daphne DuPont and now Beatrix Cali. He had flings with girls but he wasn't a 'player' like Harvard. Duke always wanted something like what they thought Yale had with Prince. Harvard understood, he just had his own issues with attraction to the opposite sex.

"And you know how Yale gets when she sets her sights on a target. Plus the whole thing with Prince. Yale's pissed off and needs someone to take it out on." Harvard reminded his twin, watching disappointment was over his face. "Maybe just, tell Yale you're not down to help her. Or tell this girl what she's up against." Harvard suggested. Beatrix wasn't from the Upper East Side which meant she definitely didn't know what it meant to go against Yale Rockefeller.

"She just keeps blowing me off." Duke scoffed before he heard his brother chuckle at the accidental innuendo. "I mean, she's ignoring me. I don't wanna seem thirsty and annoy her but dude, I like her and wanna see her." Duke added.

some say, He looks just like his father.

But he, could never love somebody's daughter ...

Boe Hilton couldn't get Harvard Rockefeller out of his head. But, that wasn't really new. He realized very early in adolescence that he had a crush on his best friend. There were moments when Harvard looked at him, or made a joke that made Boe's heart skip. The earliest memory of his infatuation was one midnight in Aspen when there families took their annual winter vacation. Everyone else remembered it for the part of the trip where Prince, Boe's older brother, kissed Yale Rockefeller for the first time on the lips. Their parents thought it was adorable, and they were inseparable ever since - until recently. However, Boe remembered what happened when everyone else went to bed. Harvard was bored, and decided to go down to the kitchen and make a snack. He'd never admit it, but Boe always knew Harvard was afraid of the dark and afraid of the quiet which was why he ended up in Boe's bedroom shaking him awake. Harvard made them both smores while Boe held his iPad steady to utilize the flashlight. He spent about a half hour trying to figure out the fireplace until they decided it was easier to just share a blanket and take turns playing Dark Meadow. That's when he knew. However, a few nights ago was the first time Boe officially admitted it to himself. And Harvard. All this time, it was exactly what Boe ran away from. And he didn't yet know how to handle it. So he stayed silent. Harvard did as well and after they left the roof of the Trump Towers, Boe didn't say anything about it. He noticed a simple '❓' sent from Harvard's iMessage and hadn't responded. That night, he had opened himself up to Harvard in a way he didn't think he'd be ready for. But he had to do something when he came to terms with how his disappearance hurt him. Boe knew that Harvard deserved it. And he knew Harvard was always the one person that had his back. Boe walked through the empty suite, glancing through the open door of his brothers personal den where the blonde was passed out on the couch and 'How I Met Your Mother' was still playing on Netflix. He adjusted his towel around his waist as he walked to his wing, only hearing the squeeks of his Gucci slides on the marble floor before the comfortable silence was inturrupted by the chime of his phone.

Harvey via iMessages

Let me up. I need to see you.

We know very well who we are

Beatrix followed her intuition and the address on the invitation which led her to the Metropolitan Museum. The girl groaned when she realized there were candles aligned along the staircase and there was a human like figure that was at the top. And she was in heels. Still, the girl marched up the staircase to claim what was rightfully hers. A spot in the most exclusive clique in Manhattan. Something she didn't care about until today. Something she'd probably pass up until her conversation with her good friend, Daphne. She didn't need validation and she didn't need anyone to gift her with Hermes. But she liked the notoriety that was being promised to her and she'd love a chance to knock a certain someone down a few pegs. Curiosity might have killed the cat but knowing what happened behind the curtains had her smiling like a cheshire. As she approached the entrance she noticed the door was perched open. Exactly what did they have to do to earn the key to the Met, and to keep away those unworthy to be let in? Beatrix stayed quiet. She followed the pink LED lit path through the exhibits that Beatrix knew like the back of her hand. She had an appreciation for art, luxe and fashion. The Met was more like a temple. And these people got it. The only thing that struck her as odd, was that she wasn't greeted by the art of Wangechi Mutu as she had been when she visited the Met only days ago with another new friend she had made, Duke Rockefeller. Instead, it was a different type of exhibit. the empty and opulent room was filled with many mannequins similar to the one she had been gifted with earlier in the day. They were scattered around the room dressed immaculately, with signs around their necks of names like Nell Diamond, Tessa Gräfin von Walderdorff and

Jazmin Grace Grimaldi. It wasn't until Beatrix noticed the manniquin named 'Delilah DuPont' was wearing a Burberry coat, the exact one that Daphne's sister wore the day they met, that Beatrix realized the manniquins were mimicking girls that were apart of the secret club. The brunette was having fun finding the one that was dressed as her frenemey Kassidy Reagen before she saw the center of the room. There was one mannequin bigger than the rest. Beatrix knew enough about fashion in Manhattan to recognize a Waldorf design and a Dolce&Gabbanna crystal headband as Blair Waldorf, herself. She smirked realizing one of the five statues surrounding Blair was of her. Long dark hair, a Gucci purse paired with a Fiorucci shirt, high waisted jeans and Amina Muaddi heels. The exact outfit she wore days ago. She made it. Just as she glanced over the other four mannequins: Yale-Rose Rockefeller, Marpessa Monroe, MahSuri Yeoh and -

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Beatrix found herself face to face with Yale Rockefeller and she couldn't help but smirk.

"Excuse me?" Beatrix scoffed, watching the girl as she crossed her arms.

"Eh, not you." The girl waved her off, waking straight past Beatrix and through the many mannequins. As Beatrix gaze followed Yale she saw exactly who's head Yale was about to chew off. It was the same girl Beatrix spent her entire morning pestering her older brother about. She knew so far that Gianna Hilton was Yale's best friend. Or was she?

So we hold it down when summer starts

Harvard sat on the end of Boe's bed as he waited. Sure, it only took Boe two seconds to put a robe on, but it felt like an eternity. His entire weekend was spent thinking about Harvard and that kiss. And every moment they may have spent in the past that Harvard forced himself to forget because he thought that Boe would never feel the same. But now what? Were they supposed to both ignore what they knew they were feeling? Did they actually say it out loud? As Boe emerged from the walk in closet, Harvard stood to his feet. "I needed to see you." He admitted. That was it. That's all he had.

"I-" Boe started. "I needed to see you too." He admitted, biting his lip.

"Why didn't you text me back then?"

"And say what?" Boe questioned. "I still don't know what to say. You, say something." Boe gestured.

"I don't know what to say." Harvard spoke in a boyish tone. It was adorable. Boe couldn't help but smile, and let out a light laugh that eased the tension. "I always knew how I felt about you." Boe admitted. "But even if you felt the same way-"

"I do," Harvard nodded, inching closer to Boe.

"You?" Boe tried not to blush.

"When you left, something was missing." Harvard admitted. "That shit broke my heart." Harvard's voice cracked. He looked down at his hands, and Boe tapped Harvard's chin.

"I'm sorry." Boe apologized. "I didn't have another option."

"You did." Harvard spoke. He knew what Boe meant. And he understood exactly why Boe left but even though he now knew the entire story it didn't mean he didn't wish he stayed.

"What would you have done if I told you that night?" Boe asked hypothetically. He knew he wasn't strong enough back then to tell Harvard how he felt. Though, maybe if he had, things would be different between them.

"Doesn't matter." Harvard dismissed. Would fourteen year old Harvard be all in, and kiss Boe back? Even if he knew back then that he only wanted to spend his time with Boe and not the girls that he brought along to make sure they had a good time. "We have now."

"Do we?" Boe asked nervously. "I can't tell everyone and like ... come out."

"I didn't say that." Harvard pointed out, moving closer to Boe, wrapping his arms around the male's waist. "I said we. Just me and you," Harvard stated. He knew exactly what he wanted and now having Boe back and in his arms, he could finally have it. So what if they weren't traditional. "So what if we're not Prince and Yale or our parents. They aren't perfect. I don't wanna tell anyone either. Obviously. I just want you."

"I just want you." Boe answered, leaning in, wrapping his arms around Harvard's neck and passionately kissing him as Harvard pushed him up against the dresser in his bedroom.

What kind of bubblegum, have you been blowing lately?

"Answer me!" Yale's voice cracked as she demanded an answer from her best friend, Gianna Hilton. The order of Blair Waldorf's society was simple. One girl, from each of the Five schools. The only problem was that Gianna and Yale went to the same school, Constance Billard. They were standing between Marpessa of Brearly, MahSuri- who was always late, attended Chapin and Beatrix Cali must be a student at Nightingale.Before Gianna could speak, Yale cut her off. "How could you seriously come here right now? You know what this means to me and you're supposed to be my best friend." Yale objurgated as Gianna stayed in silence.

"I am your best friend, Yale." She finally spoke and the smirk on Beatrix's face the entire time made Marpessa think she actually might like this girl.

"I can tell!" The brunette scoffed. "You know, going out with Prince and taking his side is one thing. He's your brother and you had a lot going on and I get that." Yale admitted. "But this? Don't say shit to me. Ever." The girl shook her head before grabbing the crown and the Birkin from her mannequin before storming out. The remaining three girls stood in silence for a moment before Marpessa burst into laughter.

"Oh you're loving this, huh?" Gianna shook her head as Marpessa nodded.

"Well what did you expect?" Marpessa laughed.

"I transferred to Spence, shitty ass Spence to be apart of this and have something in common with her. For what though? You're obviously doing so well as her new best friend." Gianna snapped.

"You think I care about being Yale Rockefeller's friend?" Marpessa asked simply. "Fuck the 'all for one, one for all' they sell in other sororities I care about is my god damn self and so do you. You did this for you. You wanted to be apart of the exclusive clique that you denied all these years for her, but you didn't want to make an enemy out of her." Mapressa pointed out. Maybe she had a point. Gianna had been offered a spot from the beginning and knowing Yale and Marpessa had a bond she denied herself of did bother her. Ofcourse having something in common with Yale since their friendship had been so spotty was a bonus but did it matter if Yale didn't even want to hear her out? All she could think of was her brother, Boe and how he was right. Yale was selfish and only looked out for herself. Maybe Gianna should do the same. "Well ladies," Marpessa adjusted her gold, diamond Garrard & Co. tiara before winking. "Welcome to the bitch brigade."

He says, "Oh baby, beggin' you to save me
Well lately, I like 'em crazy

MahSuri's hips moved smoothly as she commenced in her new favorite pass-time. Sex. With a wealthy man. She was enticed in one of Manhattan's best kept secrets. The ones that Austin used as his number one fascination with the Gambino's and the secrets kept under the Upper East Side. She let out a blaring moan. She had other places to be, but the world could wait. The girl was in a secluded second home in Jericho, and her client, Brock Rockefeller wasn't expected home for a few days. His wife and bitch of a brat daughter, thought he was away on 'business'. The rich never cared if it made them richer. If it were MahSuri, she'd ask her husband why he had to leave Manhattan if all his business was on Wall Street. But still, it wasn't her problem. She liked having one of the most powerful men she knew between her knees and Brock felt comfortable knowing that MahSuri wouldn't reveal what they were doing, because she would never reveal what she was doing. MahSuri cared too much about appearances to let the girls she went to school with know how she paid tuition. Brock liked the insurance and MahSuri liked that Lorenzo finally found a client she was actually attracted to.

Oh, maybe, you could devastate me
Little lady, come and fade me"

XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL


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