Let me start by thanking you, yes you, for deciding to give this story a read. This is an OC story, which I know isn't everyone's cup of tea, but fear not because she's not a Mary Sue. Secondly, with the reboot of GG happening over at HBO Max(um, yay!) I have decided to make this version of the GG world much more 'edgy' and mature, hence the rating. Because quite frankly, that's how it should have always been done in my opinion.
This is FanFiction so while the story will follow a lot of the show's general main plots, there will obviously be some key differences as well as new plots points as we go further along, and certain aspects of canon characters have and will be changed. However, I promise not to change any of the characters to the point you can't recognize them. I'm huge on realism within storytelling so I would never dream of completely changing the characters or world that we've all come to love.
WARNING:
VULGAR LANGUAGE, SEXUAL SITUATIONS, MENTAL ILLNESS MENTIONS, DRUG AND ALCOHOL
USE, SUBSTANCE ABUSE, ETC
WARNINGS WILL BE AT THE START OF ALL CHAPTERS.
All rights to 'Gossip Girl'; plots and characters, belong to the author Cecily Von Ziegesar as well as TV Producers Josh Schwartz & Stephanie Savage. I only claim ownership of my original characters. And while they are part of the Rockefeller family, and mentions to the families infamy and status will be made, any and all mentions of them are purely fictional and none of the characters that comprise the family are based on the true family.
"Scandal is gossip made tedious by morality."
—Oscar Wilde
Late August
ʜᴇʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ!
ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ.
ɴᴏᴡ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏᴜᴛ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ.
ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ, ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ɪɴ.
ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ɪᴛ?
ɪ, ғᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ, sᴍᴇʟʟ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ's sᴜʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ. ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟᴅ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ sɪᴢᴢʟɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇɴsᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɢᴏssɪᴘ; ᴛᴏᴘᴘʟᴇss ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴅɪᴠᴇs, sᴋɪɴɴʏ ᴅɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ's ғɪᴀɴᴄᴇᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴍᴘᴛᴏɴs, ᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ɪɴᴛᴏxɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ғᴀʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴜғғɪᴄᴇᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ.
ɴ ᴡᴀs ᴏғғ sᴀɪʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴀsᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɪɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ; ɪ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ sᴘᴏʀᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴛᴀʟᴋ *ʟᴇ sɪɢʜ*. ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 'ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ' ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜɪʙᴀʟᴅs. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋғᴜʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴏᴋs. ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴍɪssᴇᴅ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ɪᴅᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ʙᴏʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇs ғᴏʀ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴏғ ɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜɪʙᴀʟᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜᴍᴏʀ ʜᴀs ɪᴛ ʜᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙʟᴀɪʀ, sᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴜs, ᴡʜᴏsᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏғғ ᴀʀᴄʜɪʙᴀʟᴅ? sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʙ…sʜᴇ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ʙᴜsʏ ᴛʜɪs sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ʙʏ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜs ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴsʜɪᴘs ᴀɴᴅ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ sᴄʜᴏʟᴀʀ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍs. ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴏғғ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ sᴀɪʟᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ 'ʙғғ' ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ, s ᴍɪᴀ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴇs ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴇᴍᴘɪʀᴇ. ᴏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴜᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ sᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ. sʜᴇ's ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ sᴛɪʟʟ ʟɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴜɴᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇᴀᴜ, ɪsᴀᴀᴄ ʙᴀɪᴢᴇɴ. ʀᴜᴍᴏʀ ʜᴀs ɪᴛ, ʜɪs ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ's ᴀᴍᴇx ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ɪsᴀᴀᴄ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇ. ɴᴏᴀʜ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴀʟɪ 𝟹𝟼𝟻 ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ɪsᴀᴀᴄ ᴅᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴅᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴠɪᴀ ᴘᴏsᴛᴄᴀʀᴅ… ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴜᴘs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙɪɢɢᴇʀ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴏ… ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴏᴄᴋᴇғᴇʟʟᴇʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴇsᴛ ᴛɪssᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs. ᴄ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴛɪᴘs ᴀɴᴅ sᴘᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢs ᴏғ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴅʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ sᴄᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴏᴜs ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ. sᴏ, ʙᴀsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜɪs sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ sɴᴏᴏᴢᴇ ғᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ sᴜɪᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ɴᴇᴡs ᴇᴠᴇʀ. ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴀnother ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ. sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs sᴜʀᴇʟʏ ʙʀᴇᴡɪɴɢ, ᴅᴀʀᴇ ɪ sᴀʏ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ.. sᴄᴀɴᴅᴀʟ?
ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴡ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʏᴇᴀʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇssᴜʀᴇs ᴏғ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs, ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴄ ᴀᴄᴄᴏʟᴀᴅᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ. ɴᴏᴡ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴsᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛɪᴇs ғʟᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ ʟɪsᴛ —
sᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ: ᴀᴛ 𝟾𝟿 ᴇᴀsᴛ 𝟺𝟸ɴᴅ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ,
ᴀɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏᴏ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ, ʟᴇɢɢʏ, ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ, ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴇᴇɴ ʙᴀɢs ɪɴ ʜᴀɴᴅ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜsᴛʟɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ ᴀᴛ ɢʀᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴇɴᴛʀᴀʟ sᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ: ᴡʜᴏ ɪs sᴇʀᴇɴᴀ ᴠᴀɴ ᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴏᴅsᴇɴ? [+ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴍᴇɴᴛ]
ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɪᴛᴛᴇɴs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴠᴅᴡ ɪs ʙᴀᴄᴋ. sᴏ ʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs. ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀs ᴛᴏᴏ.
ᴡᴀs ɪᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴀɢᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴇʀᴇɴᴀ ʟᴇғᴛ ғᴏʀ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇ 'ʙᴏᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ'. ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, sʜᴇ's ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ᴡʜʏ'ᴅ sʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ? ᴡʜʏ'ᴅ sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ?
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴍʏ ᴀᴠɪᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs, ɪ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍʏ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀs, ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴅᴏ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ, ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜʟʟ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ɪs ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ sᴍᴇʟʟ ɪᴛ.
xᴏxᴏ ɢᴏssɪᴘ ɢɪʀʟ
'Bzz.'
Odette's hand flinched towards her mobile as it vibrated, signaling her of yet another message. Her phone had been blowing up the past fifteen minutes and she was itching to see what the fuss was about.
"I need your focus Odette… You seem put off."
"Well, of course I am," The young girl huffs in annoyance as she buries her shoulders further back into the completely uncomfortable leather chair in which she's been planted in for the last half hour, "I'm missing a dinner party with my friends to be here, having the same conversation I've had week after week, I have nothing more to say on the matter quite honestly."
Dr. Avery Windsor was a slender women of fifty; she had a bleached, geometric, bob, and glasses that topped off her look of modern chic. She was very good at what she did. Well acclaimed by all her patients… all her patients besides the miffed teenager before her.
"How long have we been meeting, dear?"
Refraining from rolling her eyes back into her head Odette bites lightly down on her tongue, cautiously thinking over her words. She was annoyed with the situation but she didn't necessarily want to be rude to the women before her. She was older and what was the saying of 'respect thy elders…'
"I started seeing you shortly after I turned thirteen, that's around the time my parents divorce processed. Yet here we are two years later and they still find it necessary to send my sister and I to meet with you... Every. Single. Week."
The therapist looks over her poised patient with a calming expression to match her tone, "And you don't feel any sort of way about this? Besides annoyed of course."
"Not really." Sighing, Odette pushes her freshly curled hair back. "I haven't seen my parents in a proper relationship since I was ten. And the marriage stopped being loving long before then. I didn't care much when they originally decided to divorce and I could care a whole lot less now that it's been done with for so long."
"Yes, and why do you think you felt so unbothered by it all? Parents separating, families falling apart, it can all be very traumatic for their children, I know Courtney was taking it quite hard."
"That's because Coco never saw how they were before. Back when they could actually tolerate each other we were both so young. I can barely remember it so of course she doesn't at all. The only way she knows my parents is the fighting and name-calling, my father wanting nothing to do with my mother and my mother being desperate for my father's love. ...any love really." But that was a conversation for another time. "To Coco that is what love is, at least for them. She just liked the idea of having 'mommy' and 'daddy' together and being one happy family..." She trails off staring blankly at the art pieces that adorned the four walls. After a few moments pass she continues, "My father has been married twice and had four other children before my mother and us, remember? He now has three different families he's broken up. My father clearly isn't made for marriage. Which is fine, monogamy isn't for everyone. Besides that, they just aren't a good match. My father finds my mother to be completely humiliating to his status. Which frankly, I don't blame him... I mean, you've seen her on that ridiculous show" She shakes her head in disgust at the thought, "The woman is a total nutjob."
'Like mother, like daughter...' Of course, the good doctor would never dare utter such a thing. Instead of honing in on Odette's obvious 'mommy dearest' issues Dr. Windsor takes this as an opportunity to steer the conversation in another direction, "How are you doing with your break up?"
At the sudden change of topics, Odette can't help but chuckle darkly. This whole thing was such a joke, was she seriously asking about her love life as if she's one of her girlfriends?
"We still have ten minutes on the clock." Avery reminds her as she takes a sip from her porcelain coffee cup, "Would you rather us sit in silence."
If there's one thing anyone that knew Odette in the slightest knew it was her deep-rooted discomfort for long, awkward, silences.
"The breakup," Literally everyone in her life expected her to be devastated over the loss of her former beau. But it was something she was long over, "technically he dumped me way before the postcard was even sent, he dumped me the minute he got on that plane with his degenerate brother. He dumped me by falling off the face of the earth, there's not much else to say about that." Well, mostly over.
Avery notices as Odette's sharp stature falters, her eyes dropping to the floor. "You had been together for a long time." 'In teenager world at least...'
"Only a few months..." Her cerulean eyes dart to the clock on the wall.
'Bzz.'
"You're quite the popular girl, you must know a lot of people."
Looking from where her phone sits a few feet away, Odette shrugs casually, "A lot of people know me."
"Is there a difference?"
"Yes."
"How so?"
Odette stares Avery down for a few moments, debating if this is a road she necessarily wanted to head down right now. Finally, she lets out a dramatic sigh before continuing.
"I have almost one million people that follow me on instagram Dr. Windsor. One million people. I know you're... older... and might not realize, but that is a ridiculous amount of people to be following a sixteen-year-old."
"Fifteen." Dr. Windsor corrects, her facial expression never faltering. Not even at the 'older' comment. She was good...
"Well, I'm almost sixteen."
"But not quite yet. So, fifteen."
Odette concedes and rolls her eyes before going on, "Thousands upon thousands tune in every week to watch the train-wreck that is my mother, and unfortunately a lot of my adolescents has been filmed via Bravo cameras. When I'm not being filmed by her dumb show I have some anonymous stalker tracking and posting about mine and my peers day to day lives. And to top it all off, I come from one of the most renowned families in New York. So I'm a favorite of page six." She can feel her chest tightening as she continues, "I am constantly under a microscope and displayed for the world to see, talk about, and judge. I can go anywhere from forty north to seventy-third west and somebody will know who I am and think they know everything about me purely based on what they see and read about me. It's all a bit jarring at times."
Dr. Windsor takes in a short breath, "I can tell this all causes you a great deal of anxiety, why is that do you think?"
Before Odette can answer, her eyes flicker to the wall clock one last time and suddenly a smirk spreads across her delicate features. She smooths down her pleated dress, "Well would you look at that, time's up." Rising up she now towers over the women sitting before her, "Let me guess, same time next week?" Her tone of voice is almost mocking as she finally reaches for her phone.
"If you can manage the time, I know how busy you must be with school starting again…" Avery comments offhandedly as she scratches out her signature on Odette's Zetran prescription refill. Again.
Odette is no longer listening though as she scrolls through her messages.
(1)Gossip Girl Update
(5) Text Messages from Blair
(2) Missed calls from Blair
(2) Group Text Messages from Kati and Iz
To: Odette
From: Blair
That's pretty! I'm wearing lace though so maybe you could wear something satin instead?
To: Odette
From: Blair
For dinner tonight I set you next to Nate's cute friend from Dalton, you're welcome xx
To: Odette
From: Blair
Did you see GG?
To: Odette, Kati
From: Iz
B is going postal. Its epic
-K
To: Odette
From: Blair
Where the hell are you?
To: Odette
From: Blair
Get your ass here now!
To: Odette, Kati
From: Iz
omg Dette seriously can't believe you're missing this. Where are you anyway?
-I
"You are going through these at a higher rate then I initially expected you to, which can make your anxiety worse when you crash from it. As well as cause serious harm to you, so please be careful. It's-"
"School, right... Super, super packed schedule. I'll see if I can squeeze you in though." Odette cuts the women off snatching the prescription note out of her hand. She needed to get to Blair's, immediately.
"Thank you." Odette smiles sweetly to the familiar doorman of the Waldorf's building as he opens the door to her families escalade. "I'll call you when I'm ready Peter." She mentions to her driver before stepping out.
"Well, well, well, look who has decided to finally grace us with her presence."
Odette can't withhold the natural scowl that finds it's way upon her usually pristine features at this familiar sound of voice.
"Chuck…" she nods to him as he smokes a cigarette outside with one of the girls in her sophomore class whose name she never bothered to learn.
Staring at the infamous young Bass she couldn't help but grimace. She had thankfully avoided seeing Chuck all summer but her good luck had certainly run out and seeing him now only brought back all her previous feelings of distain for him. But she didn't have time to waste on stupid Chuck, or his poor, stupid, victim of the night. Considering how upset Blair had been at Serena's unexpected departure, she could only imagine how worked up Blair must be over her sudden return. She needed her.
"Blair seemed quite put off by the fact you blew off her mothers soiree." After pausing to take a drag he continues, "Somewhere between Serena showing up and then promptly leaving, and Nathaniel bailing out due to a 'migraine'. Our little princess has deemed the situation at hand worthy of locking herself away in her tower." His eyes flicker up the expansive building to the top corner window; Blair's bedroom.
"Right," nodding Odette waves her hand through the smoke he blew her way as she moves around him. "Then I suppose that would make you, what? The fire breathing dragon?"
"You know me well, Swan." He smirks, taking another puff before shifting his focus back on the easy looking red head before him.
She waited to be out of his line of sight before rolling her eyes at his silly pet name. He only did it to antagonize her and she didn't want to give him any type of satisfaction by letting him know it bothered her. At the moment Chuck Bass was really the least of her concerns.
Taking a calming breath she presses the up button on the elevator and waits, taking the moment to quickly think of what might be the right thing to say. But, what could she say in a situation like this? 'Sorry the person you feel the most inferior to in the world is back? Sorry the person you love is so obviously in love with her?' Everyone knew that was true, even Blair. But it was never explicitly talked about... she wondered if maybe Blair thought that if it wasn't said out loud it wouldn't be true.
The elevator chimes as it's doors open, welcoming her in whether she's ready or not. She was pretty sure she was though...
She might not know what to expect on the other side of this or what to say exactly, but she had been through a lot with Blair in the past year. She had climbed her way up and was really trying to prove to Blair she was more than the other girls; she was more than some pathetic lackey. She was a friend, and more importantly a great current ally and possible future Queen of Constance Billiard. She had been working hard to make her social life what she wanted. But she still had a long ways to go to reach what she was aspiring for long term. Social hierarchy on the Upper East Side was all one big chess game, with lots of moving pieces. It was sort of exhausting... but, this was her life now and there was no way she was going to let anything derail all she had worked for. Least of all the return of Serena Van der Woodsen.
Ok, so there we have it... I hope this didn't bore you to tears. This was not the official first chapter, but I posted this to serve as more of a prologue and as a way to get readers a little bit acquainted with my OC before we fully dive in. I'll be posting the first chapter, hopefully, later this week so if you like what you've read so far be on the look out for that.
Thank you again to anyone giving this story a chance. I love gossip girl so much, and I'm really looking forward to sharing this story with whoever cares to read it.