A/N: oh my gosh I'm so sorry it took so long for me to update! I have been really busy lately with school and stuff. I noticed that I made a lot of errors in the form of typo's and grammar mistakes in the prologue. I promise I'll proofread this chapter better. (:
MUSIC: Check yes Juliet – We The Kings
DISCLAIMER: If I did own them, I'd be a real 'tard to be sitting here and not, like, OUT THERE.
-thedevilhashiseyeonyou-
CHAPTER 1.
In a bus headed towards the Upper East Side, a dark figure lurked in a corner near the back, his (or her) gaze fixated on four students sitting somewhere in the front. Why did he (or her) take such an interest in them?
Maybe it's because of the fact that they were wearing similar attire. Maybe. Or it could be the heavy, foreign accent which the figure caught a whiff of while walking past them after boarding the bus. Perhaps.
Our best and most probable answer is that the figure was captivated by the way they carried themselves, with bold stubborn-ness, unbeatable confidence, triumphant "mess-with-me-and-I'll-whip-your-sorry-ass"-ness.
The way they talked told conspiring liars to stay the hell away. Their every change in facial expression was hardly ever out of their control. Their eyes remain hard to read; their voice constantly leveled. These are the people whom, armed with their confidence and attitude, could conquer any-freaking-thing and have the social scene of the Upper East Side staggering down to its knees.
And the lurking figure knew it.
The figure stepped out from the shadows and headed towards the front, where she (yes, it's a she) spotted a friend sitting slightly in front of the four targets. She told her friend of her intentions and went on her way back to the backseat.
Right before she passed the area where the four students were, the friend sent the girl a blank text and, pretending to reply that text, enabled the girl to snap photos of them. As she made her way to the back, she sent the pictures to Gossip Girl with a quick text explaining the photos.
She hit 'SEND' and sat down, smirking. Watch out, Upper East Side. A bout of turbulence is headed your way.
XxX
Her hair glinted in the sunlight as she took little sips of her decaf coffee. She lounged in the Room of Light in her condo which overlooked an undisclosed area of New York.
The Room of Light was all white – from the ceiling, to the walls, to the marble floors, to the loveseat, to the interior. Needless to say, it fitted its name perfectly.
Who is this girl of glamour? Well, she is a pretty big name in school, but an even bigger name on cyberspace. The best part? No one knows. It's like being Miley Stewart/Hannah Montana, except she doesn't have to wear a ridiculously fake wig. Her username is none other than Gossip Girl.
When her cup of coffee was about a quarter to the end, her phone buzzed. She picked it up and laid the cup gently on the cool glass of a side table next to the loveseat. The text caught her attention. The photos intrigued her. She has made up her mind. It's about time I updated a certain blog of mine, she thought as she groped for her laptop in a red-hot bag.
XxX
"BZZZ!" Blair Waldorf's LG phone proclaimed. She picked it up, slid it open, glanced at the text, sighed, slid it closed again and put it back into her Louis Vuitton bag. Being the president of just about every club, including the Welcoming Committee, Blair is required to, well, welcome the new students.
Sad to say, these Brits have incredibly bad timing. They managed to choose the day of the month when Blair was the bitchiest. All virgins know which day I'm talking about. A week later and Blair would be in one of her sweet, "I'm-doing-this-to-make-my-college-application-look-good-but-likewise-I'll-be-nice-anywho" attitudes.
But we can't be too harsh on them. After all, they're only new.
Blair took out her Chanel compact powder case and checked her makeup. Perfect, as per usual. Gesturing to the other members of the Welcoming Committee, they made their way through the crowds of people towards the entrance of the school.
This is going to be a long, boring day, she thought.
XxX
Draco is enjoying himself. Even before he entered the school compound, he's been eyed up by a couple of girls, both not bad-looking at all. America is an interesting place. Pansy is having equally as much fun, but in the opposite method. She has checked out so many guys already that it wouldn't be surprising if she never looked at Draco again.
Hermione and Ron on the other hand, weren't so joyous. Not only did they have to hang out with two of the top people they hated (whom, surprisingly, are taking the whole we-have-to-stick-together-because-basically-it's-us-against-them crap quite gracefully), but also they were feeling extremely out of place. The Upper East Side is home to the rich people. Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley? They haven't exactly experienced what it's like to be wealthy, so even though Hogwarts is generously giving them spending money, they don't know how to handle it like Draco and Pansy did.
The four of them were just getting off the bus and walking towards school when they saw a pretty brunette with a group of people looking very much like loyal followers right at her tail. Wow, Draco thought. Americans most definitely beat Brits in that department.
"Welcome to Constance Billiard. And boys, welcome to St. Judes. I'm Blair Waldorf, president of the Welcoming Committee -"
"AND JUST ABOUT EVERY OTHER CLUB!" a bubbly looking blonde screamed in the background. Draco couldn't help but to check her out.
"We will take you around to make sure you know the place. Let me – or any of the people behind me – know if you have any questions." She continued on, ignoring Serena.
"I've got a question – where do we go to have fun around here?"
"What's your name?"
Draco flinched at being addressed that way. "Draco Malfoy."
"Malfoy? I've heard that name somewhere."
"I wouldn't be surprised if you did. " Draco smirked the smirk Pansy loved and Ron hated.
"As for your question. Everywhere." With that she handed them over to a sophomore whom will show them the school.
-thedevilhashiseyeonyou-
A/N: sorry if that was boring and immensely dissapointing. I'm not really thinking straight right now.
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