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WARNING:
SEXUAL SITUATIONS, LANGUAGE, AND 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 to the families 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.
"Most people were raised to believe they are just as good as the next person. I was always told I was better."
She was a woman on the verge...
For the remainder of the drive, Odette had played Chuck's stupid video over and over again, on loop. With each watch, her anger grew to the point she was almost certain she had steam rising from her ears. But once they arrived at the venue she knew she had to play it cool. She didn't want Chuck or Coco to know what was coming for them. She didn't know who she might run into first, but for their sake, they both better hope it was the other.
The party was already in full swing, and the place was packed. Everyone that was anyone in teen high society was here, drinking and dancing the night away. Blair had quickly taken to making her rounds, greeting each of her guest. Nate was, of course, was expected to stick by her side, flash his ever-charming smile, make small talk with the other boyfriends, and basically do whatever Blair asked of him. Nate had been on Blair's arm for enough of these events by now to know what was expected of him, but it didn't make it any less of a drag.
"Right, honey?"
Nate is pulled from his thoughts and met by the stares of slightly familiar, yet nameless, people all eagerly anticipating an answer to a question he hadn't even heard in the first place.
Blair forces a tight grin as she discreetly pinches down on Nate's arm, "We loved that new place that opened on the west side, right?"
They hadn't been to that place yet, but Nate knew Blair too well. He knew what she wanted, and with her tense pinch on the skin of his arm who was he to deny her. "Yeah, their foie gras and onion chutney are the best around."
"Yeah, I read that somewhere.." remarked one of the girls, nodding to the rest of the group.
Pleased enough with this answer Blair lets go of Nate, "The chef is a close family friend, so if you have trouble getting in again please don't hesitate to let us know."
The chef most certainly wasn't a family friend but Blair knew she didn't need to worry about her lie being exposed. For them to realize she was lying would mean they would need to ask her for the favor of getting them into the new hotspot. Doing so would mean acknowledging that Blair was of higher importance, socially, then them. And these girls would never accept that kind of blow to their overly inflated egos.
As the group carries on with their vapid discussions Nate is sure to try to somewhat follow along this time, as to avoid another pinch from an irate Blair. But if he was going to make it through the night he would definitely need to sneak off with Chuck at some point for a quick smoke. 'Speaking of...' He quickly begins to scan the room, curious if Odette had caught up to him yet. She had made him swear to not warn Chuck. Sure, the guy was his best friend but even Nate was a little eager to see Chuck get what he deserved. Everyone knows to not mess with someone's sister. Everyone but Chuck Bass that is.
"Odette, hey!"
"That dress? Love..."
"Let's do a shot. Oh..okay, maybe later?"
Odette smiled, as much as she could, and nodded in greeting to each passerby but she didn't stop to properly talk to anyone. She needed a drink, or three, desperately but she refused to stop and enjoy herself until she took care of this problem.
"Swan..."
Looking over her shoulder to where she heard his voice come from she doesn't see him at first, but out of the corner of her eye, she spots a figure move around her. Turning forward once more she sees Chuck now perfectly blocking her previous path. 'Idiot.' If he knew what was good for him he'd be avoiding her at all costs. But he obviously couldn't resist the chance to mock her with that stupid nickname.
"You look..." He pauses for a moment as his eyes scan up and down her body, admiring how the fabric of her dress clung to all the right areas, before finishing his initial thought almost somewhat breathlessly, "exquisite."
Odette's face remains completely stone-cold. There was a time in which hearing something like that from him would have had her weak in the knees, but by now she knew better. Chuck didn't have a genuine bone in his body. His compliments meant nothing and were only ever used as a tool to get him something he wanted. Typically, getting his dick wet in some way or another was the only end goal. But she had other things in mind for him. As much as she would prefer to throw him a nasty jeer, and rip him a new one. She knew she had to be smarter. Chuck was a lot of things, but he wasn't dumb. If she was going to make her point to him, she needed to speak his language.
"Thank you."
Chuck chews lightly on his inner lip as he watches her practically bat her eyes at him. Her smile was innocent, but her eyes had clearly devious intent. It had been a while since he'd seen her look at him like this, which made him all the more suspicious, "What's up with you?"
"Nothing." Shrugging she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before leaning in and whispering to him, "do you wanna maybe go do a line?"
Chuckling, he pulls back a bit eyebrows raised at her, "Uh... you serious?"
Odette only nods to him before quickly adding, "Somewhere a little more private though."
Chuck rubs at his chin for a moment, debating if this is something he should let her do. He had always felt somewhat shitty introducing her to it in the first place. But, this was also guaranteed alone time with her which he hadn't had in a really long time. "Follow me."
As he leads the way through the boisterous crowd she follows him, staring daggers into the back of his well-groomed head.
After dodging hoards of dancing, wasted, teens they finally reach the bathroom. "After you." He smirks to her as he pushes the door open.
'Classy.'
There were several girls planted in front of the various bathroom mirrors. Some were touching up their makeup, others were snorting their own lines, and the rest were gossiping with their girlfriends. The first few stalls were all clearly preoccupied, and by the sounds emitting from them, it was clear they were being used for more than their intended purpose. Judging by the staredowns she was receiving from the other girls it was clear everyone thought she had brought Chuck here for the same reason.
Ignoring the stares and little inaudible comments that were being made at her expense she walks to the very back of the bathroom and opens the handicapped stall just enough for her and Chuck to squeeze in. She's sure to lock it behind her before turning to face Chuck with a small smile. His usually dark eyes have a small spark in them and he shifts back and forth in place, excited and, possibly a little nervous. He reaches into his suit jacket and pulls a small glass vial out. He rolls it between his fingers, his grin deepening, before presenting it to her.
Taking the container from him she turns it up and down a few times watching the compact powder moving inside, "Laced you think?"
"Honestly, probably."
"Well, then you go first." Still holding the vial in one hand she begins to pull the top of her strapless dress down her upper body.
Chuck is immediately taken back by this sudden turn of events.
Seeing his surprised reaction Odette arches an eyebrow at him before opening the vial and beginning to spill some of the powdered substance across her chest. "Just like old times right?"
Forcing his eyes away Chuck laughs somewhat nervously. This wasn't his first time seeing her like this, far from it, but it had been a very long time and he wasn't sure where this was all suddenly coming from. His eyes drift back to her. Her breast had grown significantly since the last time he had seen them, they were basically busting out of her underwire bra. Her nipples were poking through the sheer lace, fully hard and begging for his attention. Now forcing himself to look up at the ceiling he shifts his weight from one foot to another once more, this time in an attempt to alleviate the sudden discomfort he felt as his partial erection grows against his already form-fitting pants. Instead of thinking over the many 'why's?' of the situation further, Chuck surrenders to his nature and closes the distance between them.
Feeling Chuck's hands wrap around her waist Odette swallows hard as she tries to let the moment build before going for her kill. As Chuck leans down to begin Odette can feel his warm, shallow, breathing against her. Just as she can feel his nose begin to graze her exposed skin she reaches out and grabs him by the shoulders. Before he can object or even process what's happening she pushes him back across the large stall until he's seated on the toilet. She never removes her hands from his shoulders, it was a small trick she had learned as a way to keep dominance.
"What the fuck?! You owe me for that coke!" He attempts to stand up but Odette only pushes down harder on him.
"You'll live. But I can't say the same if you keep creeping on my baby sister."
Chuck stares at her in bewilderment, "I see, so you were a cock tease who wasted perfectly good yayo because you were upset about my little video with Coco? And now, you're threatening to kill me."
His tone of voice made it sound like she was crazy, but she wasn't. It wasn't crazy for her to not want Chuck to hook up with her sister. The whole thing really skeeved her out. "Don't gaslight me, I'm being serious Chuck. I, of all people, know how you are. Don't mess around with Cort."
"Clearly. I mean you're holding me hostage in a public toilet." There wasn't enough detergent in the world to clean the germs from a bare toilet seat off his Armani pants. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down he continues, "Look, Swan, you can hold your threats. I hear you loud and clear. Coco is off-limits."
Odette releases her grip on him and takes a step back, "Seriously? I wasn't expecting you to be that easy."
"Yeah, scout's honor." Rolling his eyes Chuck stands up and begins to readjust his suit jacket, "I'm not. Not in that aspect at least." He quickly clarifies, "If I actually wanted Coco I wouldn't care what you have to say or think about it. I'd go for her. But, I don't so...no worries big sis." There was slightly more to it than that, but he didn't feel like getting into it. "I can't believe that's what this was all about." He lets out an exasperated laugh, "You could have just told me that Odette. Saved me the coke and blue balls." Chuck shakes his head as he takes the vial back from her and dust a line out onto his thumb before quickly snorting it. "You wanna..." he gestures to her clad upper body, "So we can get back to the party?"
Despite initially thinking this was the best way to corner him she suddenly felt incredibly exposed. Turning away from him she begins to pull her dress back up into place.
"What was your big plan with all this anyway?" Chuck finally asks as he holds the stall door open for her.
Odette dusts the remaining white residue from her cleavage that was still visible in the dress, "Remind you how much...fun, we used to have."
"We did." Chuck nods in agreement turning to face her. They've stopped walking at this point.
"...and then point out that if you ever did anything with my little sister, nothing could ever happen here again." she gestures between the two of them.
Chuck's brows furrow together as he frowns, "I wasn't aware that was even still on the table?"
"Well," She could feel a lump growing in her throat and knew she needed to get out of the close proximity she was currently sharing with him, "I didn't say it was. But if you start hooking up with Coco, it absolutely won't be." Before he can respond further Odette turns on her heel and quickly walks out of the bathroom. She was thankful for the sudden influx of people entering the room because the sound of Chuck calling after her was drowned out by their conversations.
Upon exiting the bathroom her eyes dart around the room in search of the bar.
"Wow, you look like you could use a drink."
"Oh my gosh, Nate! I have never been so thankful to see your face." Odette quickly clings to his arm, "Please get me drunk?"
Nate looked over his shoulder to see Blair talking with some girls from Trinity. She usually didn't want Nate to leave her side at events like these, but she looked pretty caught up in her conversation and probably wouldn't notice he was gone for awhile... He looks back at Odette, her pale cerulean eyes were pleading with him.
"I would be honored."
"Do you remember that time when..."
With the more alcohol she shot down her throat, thoughts of what an absolute fool she had made herself to be in front of Chuck dissipated from her mind. And even though a rather large and loud party was happening around them Nate and Odette were completely lost in their own world, laughing about old memories. It was in moments like this that she was most thankful for Nate Archibald. As upset as she had been, in just a half-hour he had managed to make her momentarily forget it all. There was something sort of special about someone that could have that effect on you.
She was now laughing so hard her stomach was beginning to hurt, "That was so you're fault, and I got in so much trouble for it!"
"Oh please, like you ever got in trouble! It was always me. You used to tell on me for every little thing. I'm pretty sure I still have a scar on my ass from The Captain's belt thanks to you."
Odette covers her mouth at this revelation before reaching out to rub Nate's shoulder, "That's terrible, I was such a brat. You should hate me."
"Never." Nate laughs raising his glass to his lips to take a quick drink.
"You know, we've really got to stop only hanging out under these pretenses." Odette clinks her own glass against his, clearly referencing the other night at Chuck's.
"I'm sure Blair would love that."
Odette lets out an awkward laugh, "I mean, I think Blair knows she can trust me?" Though to be fair, she probably thought the same about Serena.
"I don't think Blair trusts anyone right now." 'Least of all me' Nate didn't need to explicitly say it, but his suddenly dejected demeanor said it all.
She didn't have good advice for him, unfortunately. At least Blair was giving him a second chance. But it was almost like he didn't really care for one. If he was really content in his relationship wouldn't he be off making her laugh instead of here with Odette? Come to think of it, Odette wasn't sure she had ever seen Blair and Nate laugh the way that him and her do.
"So, not like I'm trying to pry but what exactly happened with you and Blair?" It didn't matter that she wasn't trying to pry, she was. Her curiosity was getting the better of her. She knew certain, obvious, details. But that wasn't enough to put together the full story.
"Serena?"
"Well, yeah I've gathered that much..."
"No, no. Serena, she's here."
At this point, Nate is completely transfixed and staring far beyond where Odette stands before him. Following his eyes, Odette looks across the room and sure enough, there's Serena.
She wasn't hard to miss.
Amongst the group of formally dressed teens, she definitely stood out sporting only rather casual street clothes. Despite this, she still managed to outshine the majority of the girls here. The 5' 10" blonde effortlessly commanded the attention of the room without even trying. Just by showing up and being 'Serena van der Woodsen' she stole the complete spotlight. It didn't bother, or interest, Odette much. But others were downright threatened. And the glares Blair was shooting Serena's way said it all.
As Nate pushes away from the bar and begins to walk towards the entrance, conveniently where Serena is, Odette reaches out and takes his hand. "Make smart choices." She cracks a smile and gives his hand a faint squeeze, hoping he'll heed her advice. Nate may have made some dumb decisions, but she knew he was a good guy at heart. Unfortunately, she wasn't so sure Blair would see it that way.
Watching from a safe distance, she can see Blair tug on Nate's arm and begin to tell him something. She can't quite read her lips but can tell from the crazy eyes she was flashing that it wasn't good. After a moment he pulls himself loose of Blair's grip and walks to the door, past Serena, and out of the building. Shaking her head in dismay, Odette finishes the rest of her drink before leaving the bar area in search of something more interesting than the Blair/Nate/Serena fiasco.
Walking amongst the crowd she suddenly feels someone's shoulder roughly knock against her own, "Excuse you?" She moves to shove the person from behind but recognizes him before she can follow through with it, "Dan? What are you doing here?" She hadn't meant that to sound quite as harsh as it did. But she was one of the few people in their entire class to even know his name so she was surprised to see him at an event of this caliber. There was frankly no way he was invited.
Hearing his name said aloud, amongst this particular crowd, was pretty foreign to him. Typically he was only ever referred to as 'hey, you', 'guy', or the occasional but always condescending 'buddy'. But he had clearly just heard someone say 'Dan'. Turning around he can't help but grimace as he spots a familiar face, "Curb your enthusiasm, Odette. I'm just looking for my sister."
"I didn't mean it like that. I also didn't know you had a sister?" 'Especially one that could be invited here...' She could think it, but she didn't dare say it. Dan had a certain look in his eye that made her not want to push him too much. He didn't look quite as homely and pathetic as usual. Which was, alarming to say the very least.
Before bothering to answer her Dan swiftly turns back around and heads off in further search of Jenny. If Odette didn't even know he had a sister he couldn't waste any more time talking to her.
It shouldn't surprise him. He wasn't a newcomer to this world anymore and was not nearly as naive as his little sister could be. He knew these people didn't care about him, they were only ever looking out for themselves. But unlike with the others who didn't know him, Odette did. Kind of. They had been in the same journalism class for the past two years. They also both worked together on Constance Billard and St. Judes' shared newspaper. But apparently that wasn't enough to warrant him being worth her recalling even the most basic facts about him.
"I have told you about both of my sisters actually."
"You have...?" Odette pauses for a moment racking her brain for anything that might jog her memory.
"Yeah, it was one of the icebreaker questionnaires we had to do for journalism. Both years."
Judging by the flicker of recognition in her eyes Dan can tell this sparked something in Odette.
"That's right, Jenny Humphrey is your little sister. And you have an older sister too... she lives in." At this Odette pauses again, "She lives somewhere. Jackie right?"
Closing his eyes Dan sighs before correcting her, "Mackenzie. But look none of this really matters right now, I need to find Jenny."
"Well, maybe I can help?" Odette trails quickly behind him. She didn't know much about Dan, but she could certainly understand being a concerned older sibling.
Dan doesn't bother to stop walking this time, he couldn't afford to lose more time on Odette. "She texted me she's having issues with some girl Molly?"
Odette stops in her tracks, ignoring Dan's groans as she pulls on his arm to get him to stop moving, "Molly Littrel or Molly Deigh? Molly who?"
As annoyed as he was that she kept slowing him down he also was smart enough to know that having her work with him was probably in his, and therefore Jenny's, best interest. He didn't even know who Molly Littel or Molly Deigh were, but she clearly did. Odette was better liked than himself and she knew most, if not everyone, at this party. At least one of those people had to know where to find Jenny or this Molly girl. "She didn't really clarify, look." He presents his phone to her, the 'SOS' text from Jenny already pulled up on the screen.
To: Dan
From: Jenny
pls come help. having major issues w/ molly
Scanning over the text a couple times for good measure Odette attempts to fight the grin spreading across her face, "Oh, Daniel. You have much to learn. Your sister isn't having issues with a girl. She's obviously rolling hard and if it's her first time, she's probably freaked out."
"This is funny to you?"
"Eh." Odette shrugs moving around him. "But it's definitely not as serious as you're making it out to be."
This time it's Dan's turn to reach out and grab her wrist. With a swift tug, he pulls her back around to face him, "Yeah, hello? Hi. You just told me that my fourteen-year-old sister, who has never done drugs in her life, is high on ecstasy. You don't get to just walk away now."
"Newsflash Daren the lion, nobody is 'D.A.R.E-ing' to be drug-free anymore. Everyone at this party is drunk or high off something. It's not exactly revelatory by any means, so just relax." Taking a deep breath she continues, "Release my arm now and maybe I'll try to help you find your junkie sister." Noting the death stare Dan was giving her she quickly adds, "Joking, that was a joke Dan."
With a clenched jaw, Dan says nothing more but he does let go of her. He gestures for her to lead the way before following her further into the crowd of their peers in search of Jenny.
ʜᴇʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ!
ɪᴛ's ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 'ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ', ʙᴜᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜᴇs ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ғᴜɴᴅ ʙᴀʙɪᴇs. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴇʟɪᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀʟʟ-ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs, ʜɪɢʜ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ? ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴍɪᴇs' ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴅᴅɪᴇs' ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀᴍᴇx ᴄᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴜᴛ ʟɪɴᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇʀᴏɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ...
ғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀsʜᴀᴅᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏ.
ɪs ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ɢᴇᴛs ᴄʀᴀsʜᴇᴅ? ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀsᴋ ʙʟᴀɪʀ ᴡᴀʟᴅᴏʀғ.
ᴀᴄᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇs, ʙ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙғғ s. ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟʏ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟ ᴀᴛᴛɪʀᴇ? sʜᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇss ᴄᴏᴅᴇ. ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ sʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀ ᴘʟᴜs ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ? ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ s sʜᴏᴡ? ᴡʜʏ ɪs ʙ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ sᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ-ʙᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴘᴀʀɪᴀʜ? ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. ʙᴜᴛ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ɪғ ɴᴏᴛ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴇᴀʀ, ғᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ. ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɪs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴅᴏᴏᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ɴᴀᴛᴇ?
xᴏxᴏ ɢᴏssɪᴘ ɢɪʀʟ
"I can't believe this?"
The Kiss on the Lips party was Friday night, and it was now Monday morning. But in the time between all in anyone could talk about was Serena crashing and Gossip Girl's ambiguous finishing line about Nate. Speculation began and the rumors were spreading like wildfire. The rumored scandal between Blair, Nate, and Serena was all anyone was talking about. And that's what had Coco in such a fuss this morning.
"I can not believe this."
With a deep sigh, Odette pulls her earphones out and looks over at her younger sister, "Do you think if you keep repeating yourself suddenly you'll sound interesting? Just spit it out already Coco."
The younger Rockefeller rolls her eyes in annoyance at how bitchy her sister can be, "No forget it. If you're going to be rude I don't need to tell you."
"Oh, darn!" Odette bites back, venom practically dripping from her tongue. She was being harsher than necessary but she was still overly annoyed with Coco's behavior as of recent.
"This is exactly what I've been talking to Dr. Windsor about. You are such a negative person Dette, and it really like...drains my soul tbh."
One of the more irksome habits that Coco had picked up from Kati and Iz was her use of text lingo in everyday life. In this case, instead of saying 'to be honest' she chose to say 'tbh'. Which only made her sound like more of an airhead than usual. But Odette had brought this up enough times with her sister and nothing was changing. She really didn't feel the need to waste her breath on the issue further. So instead, the two sat in the back of their families Escalade in complete, and utter, silence.
Moments such as these really brought out the stark differences in each sister. Odette hated awkward silences, anyone that knew her knew this. Coco didn't mind them in the slightest. Especially when she knew they could benefit her. In this case, she knew Odette would be the first to break thus giving Coco a win. A small one sure, but a win was still a win nonetheless.
'Any second now...'
"What can't you believe?"
Sure enough, Odette breaks the silence and tries to ignore the smug grin plastered across her sister's face.
"I just keep reading Gossip Girl's latest blast." Coco turns her phone to show her sister as if she needed to provide proof. "How did she not mention me and Chuck?"
Even the sound of his name was giving Odette war flashbacks to what had gone down in the bathroom. "Why would she? You guys danced a little, it's not really breaking news."
"It's not fair." Tossing her phone into her Birkin, Coco crosses her arms tightly across her chest and begins to pout.
"Cortney," Odette rarely called her by anything but her pet name, but she needed to have her full attention, "You don't want Gossip Girl to post about you and Chuck. Do you know what people would say and think about you? Everyone would think you slept with him and label you a slut, or easy. Why would you want that?"
Coco stares coldly back at her sister, never breaking eye contact even though the words being spewed her way were semi-hurtful. "I don't know, I could ask you the same? Why did you want that?"
She should have known better and known that Coco wouldn't take her seriously. Throwing her hands up in exasperation, Odette turns away from Coco and sinks back into her seat. "What are you going on about now?"
"Everyone. And I do mean, everyone. Knows you fucked him. So don't come at me acting so holier than thou."
Odette's head snaps back to look at sister, and if looks could kill Coco would surely be six feet under.
"How disrespectful can you be? You're lucky I don't slap you for saying something like that to me. I never have, and never will fuck Chuck Bass. It's a stupid rumor with zero merit. I was only trying to look out for you but as always, you'll do what you want." Odette was so worked up she was practically frothing at the mouth, "Do me a favor though. Go ahead and ask your good friends Kati and Iz what it's like to lose your virginity to the infamous Chuck Bass. They know all about it. Kati's was wow, the things fairytales are made of! Her and Chuck were both covered in each others vomit and he had such terrible whiskey dick that he couldn't even keep it up. Someone also recorded the whole thing and sent it to everyone. And I do mean, everyone." She mocks her sisters' previous word choice before continuing, "Iz doesn't remember much, except the large medical bills that followed from the expensive abortion she had to get. Chuck paid for it, of course, being the gentlemen he is. But hey, those are just two of the many many stories out there. Stay on the track you're going and I'm sure your story will make the ranks and maybe even be worthy of a Gossip Girl blast one day." She cocks her head to the side before finishing with the one major thing she knew would kill Coco, "But, there are already so many others like you out there, I doubt you'd be relevant enough to really be worth a news cycle."
Coco doesn't have a chance to fire anything back, if she even wanted to, as the car comes to a stop in front of the school's gated entrance. As the backdoor is held open for them Odette begins to slide out. But just before exiting she looks back at her sister, studying her stoic expression, "Be smarter." And without another word she climbs out of the car.
"Thank you, Peter." She nods to their driver before heading into the school grounds.
A mass of her fellow students surround her, as they enter the building, all caught up in their own discussions. From the sound of it, all much lighter than the one she had just unleashed on Coco.
She felt slightly bad for unloading all that on her, but she needed to know. Coco was a child that so desperately wanted to behave like an adult. But if that was the case she needed to think more like one, and it was sort of Odette's duty as her older sister to keep her...'educated'. No one else would care enough to warn her. No matter how much these girls liked to pretend they were her best friends, they weren't. And if keeping her sister safe from physical and emotional pain meant Odette needing to be the bad guy, then so be it. The weight of the responsibility was a lot on her shoulders and heart, but it's not like they had great parental guidance to take on that burden. So like most things it fell to her, always.
Shaking her head in an attempt to clear these thoughts from her head Odette realizes she'll need a little pick me up if she's going to be able to get through the day.
She had a French test, a Calculus exam, and a presentation for speech today. All of which she needed to make an A on if she was going to stay on track to graduate early. Just before heading into her first period she reaches into her purse and discreetly takes two pills from her prescription bottle, popping them into her mouth and swallowing them without anyone around her being the wiser.
"Bonjour Ms. Rockefeller."
On exam days Monsieur Autry always greeted his students at the door. Odette had a theory he liked seeing the fear in their eyes. But thanks to her handy dandy pills, in approximately ten to fifteen minutes she wouldn't be feeling anything at all.
"Bonjour!"
Ok so before I get onto my usual chapter-ending soapbox, I want to quickly cover the add-in of yet another OC. Typically this is something I would discuss in my beginning authors note, but I really wanted this to be a surprise!
Those of you that have read 'The Chase' and 'Ultraviolet' by 'greyspaces' probably caught it. But for those that didn't(you really should go read those!) There was a mention of Dan having an older sister, Mackenzie. While I LOVE Mac, she is not my character and I claim absolutely no ownership of her. Her creator is a very dear friend of mine on here, and I just happen to be a huge fan of her work. So much so that I asked her explicit permission to be able to include Mackenzie in my stories timeline. Basically, because I really love the idea of our girls existing in the same world. In her story the world is already way too developed to be able to really include Odette. So, obviously that left me with only one real choice. To add Mac into 'gilded'. And I am so so excited and honored, that I get to include her. As per Mac's history, she didn't live in the Humphrey loft with Dan and Jenny as teenagers so she will only be mentioned...for now ;) But I hope those of you that read both our stories can enjoy this little touch.
Anyways I hope this update was everything you hoped it would be. We're still early into the story but the deeper into this world we get the more excited I am. I can't wait for you all to see what I have planned ahead. As always, thank you for taking the time to read. Now, pleaaasseee, as a mediocre writer that isn't afraid to ask for validation I beg of you, let me know what you think?!