Here we are with chapter two(technically chapter three I guess..)! I wanted to post this way WAY sooner, but unfortunately, I got sick and it did delay my updating/writing schedule a bit. Then I ended up really going back and forth on a specific scene featured in this chapter. Mainly because I'm nervous about how it will be perceived... Hopefully, those who enjoy this character and her story will bear with me and trust that none of the 'issues' featured in this story are gratuitous.

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WARNING:

VULGAR LANGUAGE, DRUG AND ALCOHOL USE

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 of the family's infamy and status will be made, any mentions of them are purely fictional and none of the characters that comprise the family are based on the true-life family.

Odette had made it all the way into the elevator without being caught by anyone and was feeling particularly smug. It was an impressive feat for someone of her status who seemingly had the eyes of the entire world on her at all times. Well, maybe not the entire world but the Upper East Side was like a world within a world and that was enough for her.

Her pride in this particular achievement would be fleeting, however.

At the very last moment, a hand caught the doors as they nearly slid shut.

"Where are you hurrying off to?"

She heard the voice before she saw who it was, but it didn't matter because she knew instantly who the man was.

"Stalking me now, are we?"

Readjusting his tie, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, Jordan enters the lift with her. Completely ignoring the fact she moves to stand as far away from him as possible. His eyes flicker to study the floor buttons, "You didn't answer my question." The answer was evident by which button was illuminated, but he wanted to make her say it.

Shifting her weight ever so slightly from one foot to the other she casually answers, "Yeah well, you didn't answer mine. And my family pays you, so I win."

He lets out a dark chuckle at her reasoning, "Always." It was true. As much as he liked to pretend he had an upper hand on her, due to their vastly different ages, she owned him. He was employed by David, sure, but she was always in her 'pops' ear. She could quite literally uproot his entire life if she wanted to. The thought of a teenager, and a bratty one at that, having that much control over him and his life was unnerving, to say the least.

"Why are you following me?" She asks once more.

"The party was getting pretty dull, I saw you heading out and was curious where you were off to next. It is kind of my job to look after you, keep you out of trouble..."

The elevator chimes, signaling their arrival to the designated floor.

"Mm. And what a fantastic job you've done of that huh?" Odette turns to face him, her welkin blue eyes staring coldly into his own, "I'm going to hang out with some friends. Pretty in line with what sixteen-year-olds do." Breaking their long shared stare, she moves around him and exits the elevator. Before taking off she turns back to face him, "You should probably stop looking for 'trouble' and go home and be with your wife."

Jordan's lips are pressed firmly together as he watches her exit the lift, at her last comment he can't help but let out a small, unamused, laugh. Placing both his hands on either side of the elevator doors, he leans his body slightly out of the lift so he hovers a few feet over her small frame. "You're only fifteen." he reminds her in the most condescending voice he can manage.

Odette was the heir to a wealthy family, Jordan was only a worker bee of said family. She held the power in that regard. However, Jordan was also more than twice her age, and much bigger than her in stature. When he positioned himself like this he looked down on her and she was forced to have to look up to him. It took the unspoke of 'power' away from her.

"Yeah well, keep reminding yourself of that fact Jordy. I only said sixteen for your benefit. Thought it would make you feel a little better about yourself." She doesn't look up at him as she says this, and she doesn't elaborate further. She didn't need to. She knows her point is made as his hands drop from holding the doors open and he steps back into the elevator without saying anything further.

A couple of beats of silence pass before she hears him press a button. Looking up at him their eyes meet again, this time his stare is empty and she knows she's won this. At least for now. Before anything else can be said the doors slide shut once more and he's gone.

Odette can feel the sensation of tears beginning to form, not from sadness but frustration which made it worse in her mind. Pressing on the bottom of her eyes she lets out an exasperated sigh before pulling out her Zetran prescription and popping a small pill, knowing she needs to pull it together before showing up at Chuck's. He would never let her hear the end of it if she showed up at his door in tears.

"I've gotta be honest B, kinda feels like you're giving us whiplash here."

Blair had invited some of the girls to check out the location for the 'Kiss on the Lips' party with her.

After lots of consideration and debate, Blair had decided on a trendy new event center in the meatpacking district. The building had once been a meat processing factory but within the last few years, the owners of the Whitney Museum had purchased the aging building and completely renovated it. The exterior still matched all the surrounding buildings along the cobblestone road, but the inside had been refurbished into a posh industrial-themed space. Blair's upcoming party would be the first event hosted in the space since renovations had been completed and truthfully, that was part of the appeal for Blair. She loved to be considered a trendsetter after all.

"I mean one minute we hate Serena, then you said she was back in..."

"Now we hate her again?" Iz finished Kati's initial thought, the two girls exchanging a look of concern.

Blair's back was to the girls so they couldn't see her rolling her eyes at the mere mention of her former BFF's name. She didn't want to even have to hear her name right now. The sound of it only made her think of Nate's revelation from the night before, and the thought of both their perfect bodies intertwined together made her sick to her stomach.

"If you want to be friends with Serena, no one's stopping you. I choose not to be. And I also choose to surround myself," at this, she gestures to the small group surrounding her, "with people that aren't friends with her. So make your choice now, because the last thing I want is to give you whiplash."

Truthfully, Serena was a lot more fun, and far less cold. That was something all the girls could easily agree on. But Serena had left and in her absence, Blair had gained serious status. To go against Blair Waldorf was social suicide.

"Were with you B, always," Kati assures the domineering brunette with a small smile to which Iz only nods in agreement.

No one else said anything and the air was quickly growing thick with tension.

It wasn't Kati and Iz's fault at all, Blair knew that. She hadn't told any of them about what Serena had done. She wanted to, she wanted someone to comfort her. But she couldn't. To have to admit that Nate, her perfect boyfriend, had cheated on her was too much for her to even process. She really couldn't handle the judgment of the other girls as well.

Odette had remained particularly silent during the entire exchange, but she knew a change of subject was desperately needed.

"This place is incredible Blair." Walking up to the brunette she drapes an arm loosely around her shoulders before squealing into her ear, "The girls from Chapin are going to die of jealousy!"

A smile cracks Blair's hard features before she bursts into a fit of giggles, "Like I care what those little bitches think." She teasingly shoved Odette off her, all the girls laughing now.

Odette feels Blair take her hand and give it a slight squeeze as if to acknowledge her appreciation that she broke the ice for her.

"I honestly hadn't even thought of the Chapin girls at all..."

It was a complete lie and they all knew it.

Blair had a long-standing rivalry with Chapin's Queen Bee, Aspen Holloway. Both girls were constantly vying for that main status as the teen queen of the Upper East Side. Blair held the crown for now, but this was always subject to change. This is why Blair was always looking to be the best and outdo. This party would definitely do it. Thanks to David Rockefellers' little contribution, she had far exceeded her projected donations goal. And she also had scored this killer space.

"I think as long as everything goes as planned the night should be...magical. A night to remember for sure." Blair looked around in awe, her eyes twinkling as she imagined how the party would play out.

"Have you shown Nate yet?" Iz asks offhandedly as she sits down beside Kati on one of the staircases.

Blair noticeably flinches at the mention of her boyfriend. The light in her eyes fading ever so slightly as she replies, "This kind of stuff bores him. All he knows is to show up, look dapper, and not get too wasted." Blair forces a small laugh at the end to which the other two girls laugh as well.

Odette says nothing but smiles kindly to her friend. Kati and Iz may be completely unaware of the current devastation to Blair's life, but Odette wasn't quite as fortunate. Oblivion could truly be bliss...

Blair hadn't told her yet, she hadn't told anyone. But Odette didn't need her to.

'There was something about children reared on the Upper East Side. They never seemed to stay children for long. When your parents are that wealthy, typically being a workaholic was only a given. Money like that wasn't easy to come by, and it was even harder to keep. Such was the case for Bart Bass. Sure, he had built a mega-fortune with Bass Industries but he was all work, little play. He was still putting in eighty hours a week into his work. Whether that be through regular office hours, networking events, or traveling abroad for global expansions, etc. This left Chuck, often, to his own devices.

It didn't take Bart long to realize Chuck was taking full advantage of having the Bass's lavish penthouse to himself. Parties, smoke sessions, and prostitutes were a regular, if not daily, occurrence. Much to Bart's chagrin, the home was quickly starting to feel more like that of a frat house.

The summer before Chuck's sophomore year Bart gifted him his own personal suite. A place that every daughter's father should fear, where debauchery and drugs reigned supreme. But most importantly, located in an entirely different building, it kept Chuck and his wrongdoings out of Bart's way.

Tonight, the atmosphere of Chuck's suite was pretty informal.

There was hardly ever a time Chuck didn't have at least one person over. In fact, if anyone ever cared enough to pay attention they would realize Chuck had an inherent desire to never be left fully alone. He craved the socialization and constant company, even if it meant buying his companions. But tonight, in lieu of a party, he had only managed to get a few of his and Nate's buddies to come by, and surprisingly Odette had taken him up on his offer.

The four boys, and Odette, were lounged out amongst the various furniture in the open living area. They were passing around an intricate bong as the boys took turns facing each other in some video game that Odette had little interest in.

Truthfully, she was bored. But, sitting around here doing nothing still beat being home.

'Pathetic.'

As the guys started to fight over whose turn it was for what felt like the hundredth time Odette pushed herself up off the armchair and walked over to the bar.

Chuck had so many choices of alcohol, more specifically liquor, it was almost overwhelming. Taking a crystal glass she begins to generously pour herself some Tito's.

"Hm, I would have taken you for more of a 'Vavoom' girl?"

Looking over her shoulder Odette's surprised to see Nate walking towards her. She hadn't even heard him arrive.

"Just because it's cheap doesn't make it bad. Still does the trick." Taking a quick chug, a slight shiver rolls through her body as she places the empty glass down again. "I really prefer to end my nights with a nice glass of Dom, but we make do with what's offered. What are you doing here anyway? I thought Blair had some big night planned?"

While Nate chuckled at her logic, as he heard her question his demeanor completely shifted. "Didn't go quite as she planned..." Reaching for another glass he takes the bottle of Tito's and fills both their glasses. "What about you? I haven't seen you around here in a while." He raises an eyebrow at her knowingly.

It was true. This time, last year, Odette spent pretty much all her free time in this very suite. But things change and now, she practically avoided this place at all costs. Tonight only being an exception due to circumstance.

Looking at Nate she gives him a small shrug and lifts her glass to him.

Hearing the sound of glasses clinking together Chuck turns his focus from the game he was currently in to see Nate and Odette take a double shot together.

"Bass, focus!"

Feeling one of his friends shove him brought Chuck's attention back. But, only slightly. "Nathanial, come take a hit. You can get greens." After years of friendship, Chuck knew the way to Nate's heart was most definitely the first hit of primo weed.

"In a minute." Nate casts a nod to Chuck before turning back to Odette, "Want another?"

"Nathanial Archibald. If I didn't know any better I'd think you're trying to get me drunk?" Odette feigns judgment but offers her glass to him nonetheless.

"No, I'm trying to get me drunk." Nate laughs a little as he pours them both slightly more than he had the time before, "But I won't complain about having your company."

'Don't get involved.'

"Things with Blair went that bad?"

In the midst of an intense battle, Chuck wouldn't dare tear his eyes from the screen but he was still somewhat distracted by the sound of Nate and Odette chit-chatting away.

"You could say that." Nate knew he was probably saying more than he should, but his revelation to Blair had left him feeling pretty numb. Too much so to care that he shouldn't be talking to her best friend about any of this.

Besides, Odette was his friend too. And technically, due to their grandfather's longstanding friendship, he had been her friend much longer.

Before either of them can say anything they are interrupted by Chuck once again, "Nathanial, stop getting drunk with Blair's friend." 'Especially off my alcohol.' "That's the kind of stuff that got you into this predicament in the first place."

Of course, after leaving Blair's, Nate had texted Chuck and gave him a quick play-by-play of what had gone down. He was, after all, his closest friend. But he hadn't expected Chuck to put him on blast for it in front of everyone. Because, again, he was his closest friend.

Nate was never one to cause a scene though. It's the way he was raised. Despite being rather annoyed he turns away from Odette, leaving both their drinks on the bar, and goes to sit beside Chuck, "I've got winner."

Odette eyed Nate cautiously as he moved across the room to sit on the couch. She wasn't sure how to take what Chuck had said. Obviously, she knew what was being implied, but she was also fairly certain she wasn't meant to have this knowledge. Knowing Blair the way she did, she knew her MO by now; she would most definitely rather deny it all to herself than have to admit that her 'perfect' relationship wasn't so perfect after all. '

The day after Chuck's revelation about Nate Blair had texted Odette in a frenzy explaining that Serena was once again exiled from the group. It didn't take long for Odette to put two and two together. Obviously, something had gone down between Nate and Serena and she could only imagine how devastated Blair was over the entire situation.

After a few more moments of awkward silence have passed Iz finally speaks up once more, "I'm sure the party will be a huge hit, Blair."

"Well, duh," Blair comments back matter-of-factly as she tosses her lush hair over her shoulder, turning sharply on her heel to continue her inspection of the space.

Blair was never one to accept defeat and this entire situation, while not ideal, was still no exception. She glances down to her gold wristwatch, "Sorry girls, but I've got to get going. Nate's taking me for a sushi date."

It was taking everything in her for Odette to keep a neutral face at this particular revelation. She wasn't sure if Blair was being truthful or if this was her attempt at keeping a false sense of appearances for the girl's sake. But if it was the later, she really sort of pitied Blair. Nate's cheating is something that would be easily earth-shattering to Blair, and she couldn't talk to any of her 'friends' about it because she was so obsessed with keeping appearances up.

"Yum! You're so lucky B." Odette smiles at her kindly as she makes her way to the door. If Blair wanted to live in a state of delusion that was her business. Who was she to try to complicate things by bringing up her knowledge of such a cruel reality?

The rest of the school week had gone relatively smooth. Odette had filled most of her time helping distract Blair from her unspoken 'problem' by helping with the finishing details for the party. Not that Blair really seemed to need her help, on either front.

Things with her and Nate seemed completely normal. If anything he was slightly more doting than normal. And at the ripe age of sixteen Blair was already an expert in the art of event hosting. She had planned out every last, meticulous, detail and her vision was coming to perfect fruition. The hallways at school had been filled with a buzz of people discussing the party. Most were excited, but there were, of course, the expected few haters as well.

People didn't necessarily love Blair, they loved what she had to offer. There were certainly a few girls that wouldn't hesitate, if the opportunity presented itself, to knock Blair off her pedestal, and there were even more that would relish in watching her downfall.

Blair knew this, better than anyone. Which is why she kept her inner circle so tight. The girls she surrounded herself with might not be the truest friends but they were beta females who desperately needed someone to follow, and she knew she never needed to worry about them trying to take her down. They also feared her so the idea of a Judas level betrayal was far from her mind. Except, ever since she found out about Serena and Nate she found herself increasingly more suspicious of almost everyone. She'd quickly remind herself how ridiculous she was being, but the paranoia was still there.

The only paranoia Odette was currently facing was over her newest Dolce dress. It was nowhere to be found.

Her room looked as though a hurricane had blown through it. Almost her entire closet's contents could be found thrown variously around the room. Tossing a Fuschia Caroline Herrera cocktail dress over her shoulder she yells out, "Star! Did you send my new Dolce dress to the cleaners or something?"

Odette continues to sift through a pile of clothes as her bedroom door is opened and she hears someone walk in. "Star, did you send my new Dolce dre-" Looking up as she repeats her earlier question to the family's housekeeper, she stops mid-sentence and rolls her eyes as her mother stands before her instead. Signature wine glass in hand. "Oh, it's you. What?"

She knew she wasn't being kind to her mother, but their relationship wasn't really one built on love and respect.

Anika Stepanov was a busty blonde of around 40, who wore clothes that looked better suited for someone her daughters' age...and size. She had that look about her, where it was clear she was a beauty in her younger years but the years of smoking, drinking, and botox had done quite the number on her. Despite that, she was vain and she lacked serious maternal instinct. She was also easily the tackiest woman that resided on the Upper East Side.

Anika had convinced herself that she was well-liked. She was married into the Rockefeller family, while only formerly she still let no one forget it, and she had been on the main cast of Bravo's most popular branch of reality television for the past eight years. In her mind what was not to like and envy?

But behind closed doors, computer screens, and her back, Anika was a laughing stock to almost anyone that knew her. A punchline to jokes told at Rockefeller family functions, in front of her children, at her ex-husband's expense. She had also been barred from joining any high society lady groups. They all used the excuse of not wanting their social club associated with reality television, but everyone knew the real reason no one wanted her. Anika Stepanov was a joke that no one respected, and that had rubbed off on her eldest daughter through the years.

"What do you want Mother?" Odette asks once more through almost clenched teeth.

"I could hear you fussing downstairs."

Odette can't help but cringe at her mothers' accent.

Despite living stateside for over two decades Anika had still retained a rather obvious Russian accent. Odette had absolutely loved it when she was a kid. She would imagine Anika was some type of international spy, and that all the time she spent away from home was due to top-secret missions. But as Odette got older, her imagination faded, and she was left to realize that Anika was actually just a shitty absentee mother.

And from there, Anika's accent only became yet another thing that embarrassed Odette about her mother.

Closing Odette's bedroom door, Anika moves to sit at her daughters' desk chair, "You always were a fussy little thing, even as a baby."

'How would you know?'

"I wasn't calling for you, I was talking to Star. I can't find my dress I was hoping she might know where it ended up."

Anika watches her daughter push her walnut-toned hair back in frustration before lightly chewing at one of her nails. It was a nervous tick of hers even as a child. "You call that talking? Sounded more like a whine to me. I gave Astrella the night off. But you have plenty of beautiful dresses here."

Odette doesn't say anything in response. She didn't expect her mother to understand, she never understood anything. She steps out of the satin slip dress she was wearing and reaches for another to try on.

"You aren't going alone, tonight right? You have a date don't you?"

Anika's main goal in life, at Odette's age, was to come to America and be a trophy wife. Sadly, that appeared to be her sole expectation of her daughters as well.

"Sure, if you qualify Coco as a date," Odette smirks to her mother in her floor-length mirror as she pulls her slender body through a simple, black, Balmain dress. As her mother moves to help her zip the back of her dress, Odette shoos her hand away before zipping herself up with ease. The point was always clear, she didn't need her help.

"Your sister does not count as a date. Besides, she already left a half-hour ago with Mulan and Princess Tiana."

Odettes head snaps to her mother, a look of disgust plain on her face, "Mother, we have talked about this. You can not say stuff like that, it's not funny, it's racist."

Her mother rolls her eyes, waving a nonchalant hand at her as she takes a long gulp from her glass. Anika was blissfully unaware of most people's opinions of her and therefore had become indifferent to most criticism.

"Coco really left though?" It was annoying but with the way the sisters had been fighting all week she wasn't completely surprised.

"Yes, but don't give her a hard time. She was really excited to ride in the Bass boys limo."

At this Odette lets out a deep chortle, "Oh, that's not the only thing of his she's eager to ride mother."

Despite the rather raunchy joke, Anika has little reaction. She was hardly modest herself, therefore it wasn't something she enforced much with her daughters. In fact, she almost preferred them to talk to her like they would their friends, she hoped it might help them bond. "Well, I suppose it's a good thing I have both you girls on birth control then."

At this Odette's face noticeably twists in disgust. It wasn't uncommon for her mother to talk with them about sex. Her mother had a very laissez-faire attitude about sex and morality as a whole, and honestly, normally it wouldn't phase Odette but the thought of Chuck taking her baby sister to bed formed a deep pit in her stomach.

Suddenly Anika begins to stroke her daughter's hair, eyes full of adoration but it was probably the wine talking, "You look beautiful, Dee."

Odette's entire stature goes stiff as her mother plays with her hair. It had been a while since she had received a compliment from Anika. Not that it mattered though, because compliments from her mother didn't carry much weight and therefore didn't mean entirely much to her. But, still.

"Sure."

It was a curt, cold, reply but Anika didn't expect much else from her. "Should I call one of the drivers for you then?"

"What a bitch."

Blair stifles a laugh by taking a deep drink from her glass of champagne before adding, "I mean no offense or anything."

"Honestly, I don't know what has crawled up Coco's ass recently." Odette doesn't bother looking up as she continues to scroll through Instagram. Most of her feed was filled with pictures of everyone already at the party. Blair, Nate, and Odette were arriving fashionably late so that Blair could make a grand entrance. It was kind of her thing.

Instead of calling a driver, Odette had opted to call Blair and ask if she could ride over to the event with her and Nate. Blair had eagerly accepted, which had somewhat surprised Odette. But now she could certainly understand Blair's insistence. Nate and Blair had hardly said two words to each other since Odette had joined them.

Unless Odette started the conversation, neither counterpart would say anything and the trio would be left with uncomfortable moments of silence. Blair and Nate never seemed to have much to say to one another before, but considering what Odette knew now made it seem all the more strange.

As she aimlessly scrolled through all the recent posts on her newsfeed she stops on one post in specific and lets out an audible gasp from deep within her. "Look at this!" Without thinking, Odette shoves her phone screen past Blair and into Nate's hands.

Nate grabs the phone from her, a confused look plain on his face as he takes a drag from his joint. But the smoke he attempts to exhale hitches in his throat causing him to break out into a barking cough as his eyes settle on the video playing out before him.

Watching the exchange through narrowed eyes Blair felt a twinge of jealousy growing within her. She knew Nate and Odette had somewhat of a friendship, but not enough so that Odette would choose to share something with him first over her? She definitely didn't feel like starting this fight right now though, so instead, she leans her head on Nate's broad shoulders and peers down at the phone screen to see what all the fuss is about. Once it all clicks, her mouth falls open, "He's heinous."

Chuck had posted a video of himself at the party. The video started with a wide panning shot of the crowd as an O.T Genesis song plays loudly in the background. The camera flips to show Chuck sporting a devilish smirk and reveals Coco grinding against him. The video cuts off just as Coco bursts into a fit of giggles, turning away from the camera and burying her head into Chuck's neck. The caption, ever so cleverly quoting the song playing in the background, 'I'm in love with the coco'.

Having watched the looped videos a few times now, Nate and Blair both look at Odette in an attempt to gauge her reaction. Despite her initial response, she now seemed almost too calm, too quiet. Her silence was concerning.

There were two big reasons as to why this would be upsetting to Odette.

One, she was, for the most part, incredibly protective of her little sister. Two, anyone that was semi-close to the group knew something weird had gone down between Chuck and Odette last year. They weren't entirely sure what, and no one dared ask or talk about it now. But this latest move by Chuck was sure to add fire to that already high flame.

"I'm going to kill him."

Uh oh, they say 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned' but what about when that woman is a big sister? In canon-verse, Dan punched Chuck for creeping on his little sister, so what do you think Odette will do when she sees him?

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter!