AN: Okay, I am so sorry that I have taken so long to update and that when I do it's a chapter with no more than 2,000 words and no Chuck. It's just that I've been put under a shit ton of stress for my GCSE's and that crap.
Alas, I assure my wonderful followers, favouriters, and reveiwers that the rest of the episode shall be up soon, and that chapter will include everyone's favourite Bass ;)
Bleh: You're amazing, no writer could ask for better reviews. I love you man, and that last one made me update so creds to you!
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Also a thanks to smilin steph, Momsen-xxxx and Sarah who have all allowed me to come out of studying and remember that I need to write.
SONG FOR CHAPTER: Ain't It Fun - Paramore
OUTFITS AND ALL THAT JAZZ ON MY PINTEREST: Manhattanapples
Walking into school on a Friday was undoubtedly the best part of my week: knowing that in less than seven hours I would be home for two whole, stress-free days. I was practically jumping up and down at lunch break as I skipped into the courtyard and plopped down next to Blair.
The brunette smiles at my cheeriness and looks down at me from her glamorous throne that is the table top.
"What's got you all smiley?"
"Well-" I begin, readying my 'Thank God It's Friday' speech when she interrupts me.
"Yes!" Blair gushes, "I know, my annual sleepover. I'm not surprised that you're excited to sleep somewhere other than that homeless shelter you pay rent for."
My frown falls slightly, but I still manage to keep up a smile for Blair's sake.
I'd completely forgotten about her sleepover, Hell, I would've thought that she'd given up on such a childish thing to do- the only sleepovers anyone has anymore replaces nail polish with candles and face masks with condoms.
"Um, sleepover? I love you, Blair, but don't you think that playing spin the bottle and watching sad movies is a little… freshman?"
Blair scoffs and playfully slaps my arm, "Trust me that is not what tonight is all is about… I've got something special planned…"
Curious at last, I lean forward slightly, "Do tell."
Her devious smile prowls her face, "You're going to have to wait and see."
I let out an overly dramatic groan as I fall back onto the seat. Why, oh why, did Waldorf have to tempt me so?
Laughing she kicks my legs, wordlessly telling me to pay attention to her.
"Well, as a little taster, we've got little Jenny Humphrey as Serena's replacement."
My eyes widen when Jenny is mentioned. I hadn't seen her since the Kiss on the Lips party and I'd like to keep it that way: I didn't want her involved in the crazy socialite scene.
"Jenny? Blair, whatever your brain is scheming under that headband, don't do it."
"Scheming?! I'm not scheming, I'm moulding."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, I need someone to take my place when I leave."
Chuckling, I begin to put on my coat and ready myself to leave for my final lessons, "Blair, you make it sound like you're a dying monarch."
She smiles at me as she too gets ready (and by that I mean adjusting her headband as her minions get her things). "Maybe I am."
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It's 6:30, ten minutes before I have to leave and I have absolutely no clue as to what to bring to a Waldorf Soiree. Is there going to be a hot-tub this year? Do I need a bikini? Towels? My fake ID? My freaking passport? I have no idea.
When the doorbell rings, I'm hot and bothered meaning that whoever is on the other side of the door better not be expecting anything but the sweaty, stressed person that is myself.
Annoyed by all things sleepover, I swing the door open violently and seethe out the only greeting that comes to my mind, "What?" A second of silence flies by until I figure out that the only person that would knock on my door, or visit me, is Max. Seeing him in all his plaid glory, I'm quick to stumble and correct myself, "I mean- I, uh… Max! Hi!"
Plastering a toothy grin on my face, I motion for him to enter my humble abode, only my frown falls when he stays put outside the threshold.
"I, uh, can't stay for long. I just wanted to stop by and say that I had fun last Saturday." Max's hands were in his pockets, and his shoulders were hunched in awkwardness.
"I had fun too…" An uncomfortable silence passes between us, "Does that mean that you want to do it again sometime, or…?"
"Evie, don't get me wrong, you're great-"
"-Oh boy."
"-But I don't think that I can see a girl who's not seeing me." Hold on, what? My hip cocks with attitude and my hand rests on my waist.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It's just that…" he seems to think about his answer, "you always seem like you've got somewhere to be… with someone in particular." His eyebrows raise knowingly at that last bit, as though I'm meant to catch on to his meaning by watching his brows lift.
"I don't always have somewhere to be." I scoff.
Max gestures to my half packed over-night bag, "So you can hang out now?"
I bite my lip, trying to think of an appropriate response- I come up empty, "Okay, fine so I'm a busy person! That doesn't mean that I don't have free time!"
"You have free time, you just don't seem to care who you spend it with."
"Who I spend it with? Max, we've been out once, and I left you because there was an emergency with my-"
"-With your friend, I know. I'm not a hermit, Evie: I know people in high places too, I also have internet."
Thoroughly confused, I gesture between us frantically, trying to decipher the hidden message. "What are we talking about here?"
"Gossip Girl, Evie. She seems to have an awful lot of things to say about you and some guy." Some guy? I should never have unsubscribed to that pesky site: the bitch is writing about me again.
Trying to play it off and not bring the conversation closer to a boy that shall not be named, I blow a childish raspberry and say through a fake laugh, "You read Gossip Girl? What are you, an eleven year old girl?"
Max sighs, "Look, Evie. I like you. You're beautiful and funny and interesting and I really wouldn't mind if you came knocking one day and asked if I wanted to grab a coffee. Just make sure you don't have some rich, private school boy waiting outside the barista to whisk you off to his palace."
"Jesus, how many times do I have to say that there is nothing going on between me and Chuck!" I exclaim, throwing my hands up in the air, exhausted with this conversation.
"I don't know, maybe until it's true. I'll see you around." And just like that, the blonde, handsome, band member, who has pretty hands and teeth no longer occupies the doorway.
Slamming the door shut, I angrily stalk to my phone, flipping it open and typing in the URL to the Gossip Girl website. Searching my name, a recent post pops up.
Spotted: Evie leaving her Brooklyn Baby before the night has ended, and we've got the intelligence to say that she's leaving them for Chuck. What happened to the 'No Girls Allowed' rule, C? Or can some rules be broken in order to win the game? Either way, we don't think that this Weekend will ever be a 'Lost' one.
You know you're predictable, E.
Xoxo Gossip Girl
I'm not sure whether or not my phone will break under the pressure that my fist is putting in under, but I wouldn't be surprised if it did. I am angry.
No. Scratch that. I'm fucking livid.
I swear, when I find the bitch who is ruining my life (and don't doubt that I will), there will be Hell to pay.
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There was not a Waldorf sleepover- I mean soiree- that could be beaten. The foyer of Blair's apartment is adorned with luxury camp beds, beauty stations, five-star cuisine, racks of her mother's designer clothes… you name it.
The floor was dimly lit to create a sophisticated atmosphere. However the same can't be said for the giggling girls with gins in their hands.
Upon seeing my arrival, Blair pushes her glass into poor Jenny's hands and prances over to me, pre-clubbing pyjamas complimenting her figure. I'd gotten ready beforehand, after texting Darota for tonight's itinerary (the one that Blair wouldn't give me and Darota wouldn't give me until I promised to bring her some chocolate). I'd gone uber hot topic for tonight, wanting to finally show everyone that there was not an ounce of anything but contempt for Chuck Bass.
I'd skilfully worked my way into a short, tight pink sparkly dress and gone for make-up that could either be saying, 'sexy, no-shit, taking names and kicking arse' or 'cute, easily manipulated, buy me two drinks and I'm yours'. I don't know which look I'm going to stick with yet.
"I'm so happy you're finally here! Come on, we've just started playing Truth of Dare." Taking my hand, she pulls me towards the group before I can even get a protest in.
Walking over to the girls, I'm greeted by a steamy kiss shared between Kati and Is, who giggle along with everyone else once they part.
"Evie!" Kati squeals, "Just in time, it's your turn!" She says with a wink.
"Ha-ha," I murmur nervously, slowly backing away from the hungry eyes that look to me, "Well, I'm sorry to say that I have been dying to go to the toilet since I got in the cab so… pass!" Running upstairs to the bathroom, I can't help but smile with the laughs echoing from the parlour.
After taking extra time and care in washing my hands in order to delay partaking in the games, words drift up the staircase from the girls.
"Is that Eric Van der Woodsen?" Eric? Why are they talking about Eric? "I thought he went home for the weekend?"
"Guess it didn't happen." Jenny sounds pissed. I skip down the stairs, curious to see what's going on. I take a cocktail glass from one of the waiters before going over to the girls watching Blair get ready.
"Is, why don't you take the girls to Visconti? Apart from Jenny and Evie. We'll meet you there in an hour." The girls all leave like the fashionably dressed, high-heeled private soldiers they are.
Blair gracefully stands from her seat at the dressing table. I spy he sparkling, mischievous look in her eye and immediately take a large gulp of the gin: now is the moment when this soiree becomes a Waldorf Soiree.
"Let's ramp this up, shall we?" Crap. I don't like the sound of that. Jenny just stares confused and apprehensive like a deer in the headlights. "Truth or dare? Oh, and you already used your truth."
I look to Jenny, eyes wide and incredious of her answer. Is she going to play Blair's game, or walk away?
"So… dare-"
"-I dare you to jailbreak Eric." Blair flies in with the demand as I take another swig of gin, beginning to feel the warmth in my belly swell to other parts of my body.
"You can't be serious, Blair?" I say, despite knowing that she is deadly serious- when it comes to games, any games, Blair Waldorf knows how to play dirty.
"Evie, come on. It's perfect. She wants in and he wants out." Her large eyes hold Jenny's shy ones, daring her to give up and leave. "What's it gonna be? Do or die, Little J.?"
Jenny deliberates her options for a spilt second, giving me hope that she'll run away from this scene and never dare to come back. Only the deal-breaking words, "Let's do it." Leaves her lip glossed lips and I know that Blair has begun to create a monster.
Spotlight on Little J, now put to the test by one Queen B. Will J. take the bait and turn from Brady to Britney, or will her goody two-shoes mind-set turn into the night's biggest buzz kill?
Xoxo Gossip Girl.
