A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAACK! And so sorry for those who've been waiting!! Life has been kicking my ass! I really hope you like this chapter!! I'm currently writing the next chapter, so please be patient! it'll probably be faster than this one haha (WHOA!) Well, enjoy!!
Chapter 8: "Party" of the Year
"That was the greatest soccer tryouts, ever." Callie exclaimed as she entered the Girls' locker room, followed by her other teammates. Cristina stomped in and quickly started undressing, ignoring the lively chatter around her.
"She did it with such ease! Like she could do it in her sleep!" Lauren Smith, the team's Sweeper added, opening her locker.
"Yeah, Grey's awesome, can you guys shut up now?!" Cristina shouted. The room quieted, the only noise coming from the squeaking of the lockers.
"Hey. You okay?" Callie asked as Cristina continued to slam through her stuff.
"Just dandy, Callie. You know… My life long dream to be in the presence of Coach LaCroix, shot down the drain by a stupid, soccer superstar." Cristina complained.
"You know Meredith gets attention everywhere she goes. Just… let it pass. She's probably talking to him about you. Anyway, it's not like you're not gonna get in, Cris. You're the smartest in our year." Izzie said, plopping down next to her.
"But a full athletic scholarship, Iz! I really want it. This is my chance to finally break free from this stupid town without my stepfather or my mother's help! It's… not fair." Cristina argued. Callie and Izzie looked at each other then rolled their eyes at Cristina.
"It's not the end of the world, Yang. You still have Ivy Week and the Athletic Convention to win him over." Callie assured her.
"Whatever." Izzie and Callie watched the rest of the girls basically run out of the locker room. Tonight was the annual Montgomery Auction, where all of Manhattan's richest families are slated to appear. The Montgomery Auction was celebrated yearly since the young New Yorkers were born and is usually the most boring event of the year. Think of it as the Parents' version of socializing on the Upper East Side.
"You still up for the 'party' tonight?" Callie asked Cristina, rolling her eyes at the term "party". Boring events like the Montgomery Auction should never have "party" included in any sentence.
"Yeah, I sort of have to. My step dad donated a lot of crap for the stupid auction." Cristina replied, putting on her white cotton Dior hat.
"Well, I'm meeting Addison at Barneys for some last minute shopping. Wanna come with?" Callie asked. Izzie immediately perked up at the words "shopping" and "Addison". Cristina gave Callie a disgusted look.
"Why would I even spend five minutes with Addison Montgomery? We've hated each other since I beat her at the 2nd grade Spelling Bee. Plus, does she really need to shop for any more stuff?" Cristina scoffed.
"Addie likes to shop for social events. According to her, she doesn't wanna be seen wearing the same outfit in public occasions." Callie sighed at Cristina's blank expression and Izzie's hopeful one.
"I guess I'll endure the pain by myself." Callie muttered, getting up. Cristina eyed Callie and Izzie, who was now gathering her stuff to go as well. Izzie and Callie looked at Cristina, then at each other.
"No freaking way." Izzie and Callie said simultaneously.
"Come on! You two will not kill each other. Plus, Iz will be too busy kissing Montgomery's ass to care." Cristina reasoned, rummaging through her locker again. Rolling her eyes, Callie opened the exit door.
"Whatever. Let's go Stevens." Izzie squealed with joy and jumped up, following Callie as she exited the locker room. Izzie stopped in mid-walk and turned back to Cristina.
"I'll be fine, Iz. I just need to let out some steam." Cristina said. Izzie smiled at her sympathetically. Cristina sat down on the bench and let out a groan of frustration.
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"You did great out there, Ms. Grey." Coach LaCroix said as he, Meredith and Coach Perry exited Coach Perry's office.
"Thank you, sir. But Princeton really isn't one of my choices. I'm planning to go to Cambridge in England. Soccer is bigger in Europe, more opportunity for me to do it professionally." Coach LaCroix nodded in understanding.
"I agree. But, think about it, Grey. I'll return during Ivy Week and I'll try to convince you again." Meredith blushed at the Coach's reply. Meredith spotted George outside the Girls' Locker Room. She quickly waved at him before turning back to Coaches Perry and LaCroix.
"That's my friend. Listen, thank you for coming out here, Coach LaCroix. But there's someone else who really wants it. It's sort of her dream to go to your school. My best friend, Cristina Yang, she really wanted to meet and speak with you about Princeton's Athletic Program. Please, take the time and speak with her?" Coach LaCroix nodded.
"Yes, Ms. Yang is the Junior Team Captain and is also one of our star athletes, next to my Senior Team Captain, Ms. Calliope Torres. But Brown's already got dibs on her. Ms. Yang shows a lot of promise, Mr. La Croix."
"I'd love to meet her. Where is she?" Meredith bit her lip. Of course, Cristina would be really pissed at her.
"She might not be here anymore. There's this big Auction tonight and her step father is one of the top donators. You're welcome to come tonight and meet her." Coach LaCroix looked at her, surprised.
"Wow, Ms. Grey. It's an honor for me to be invited by one of the East Coast's most prominent surgeon's daughter to invite me to such an event." Meredith smiled in response, then waved goodbye before running up to George. She gave him a small hug.
"Hey, George! Did you watch the tryouts?" George laughed at Meredith's question.
"Duh, Mer. Everyone did. You were great!" he exclaimed.
"Thanks. So… was Addie there?" she asked softly.
"No, she had cheerleading practice. But Derek and the other guys were there. Derek looked so proud, it was funny to watch. And Alex kept praying that something will happen to your shorts." Meredith snorted.
"What a pervert. Anyway, are you waiting on Callie?" George shook his head.
"No. Addison invited her to Barneys before the party. I just wanted to congratulate you because I won't get to see you tonight."
"Why not? Everyone's going."
"Not me. I wasn't invited. I got into St. Grace Prep because my dad helps Headmaster Webber with his car collection, and, they were college buddies. He's my only connection to the Upper East Side, really. Well, except for you guys."
"Oh… What about Callie? Can't she take you?"
"No, her parents don't really like me. Plus, her mom's making her go with Mark Sloan. Cristina doesn't wanna be seen with me in public and Izzie's going with Alex," he explained. Meredith frowned.
"We'll, I'm gonna…" George started to say, but Meredith interrupted him.
"You can be my date." George's eyes widened.
"No, Meredith. You don't have to take me or whatever. I don't have a tux. Plus, Derek will skin me alive." Meredith giggled and put her arms around George.
"He won't care. We're just friends." she said.
"Sexy friends." George snickered. Meredith slapped his arm playfully.
"Shut up. I'll see you tonight." she told him before heading into the locker room.
"Bye Mer! Thanks!" George called as the door closed.
Meredith sighed and adjusted her black Christian Louboutins. As much as she hated her parents for letting her live with Ellis, she was grateful that they sent her shoe collection. After the little fight with Addison this morning and Cristina's tryouts rejection, she feared that she was gonna go barefoot for the rest of the school year. She opened her new assigned locker and gasped as white rose petals fell out. She giggled as she started to pick up the fallen flowers. Suddenly, a figure appeared from the shadows. She turned around to see who it was. She smirked as Derek walked towards her, carrying a bouquet of beautiful white and yellow roses.
"Hey." she greeted him as he stopped in front of her. As soon as he reached her, he captured her lips with his.
"You were amazing." he whispered between kisses. She pulled away from him and grabbed the flowers from his grasp.
"I know. And… thanks for these. How'd you know I like white and yellow roses?" she asked. Derek smirked at her.
"Lucky guess." he shrugged. She punched him on the arm.
"Ow! Okay! I called your step mom in Seattle." he said, rubbing his arm. Meredith blushed.
"You spoke to my mom? That's awkward. You spoke to her before I spoke to her about you." she giggled. They sat on the bench by the lockers, fingers linked together.
"Yeah, spoke to her period. She's pretty upset that you haven't called her since you moved here." he told her as he played with her fingers.
"She's so gonna grill me about you. Why'd you have to call her?" she whined. Before he could answer, a slamming of a locker door caused them to look up. Cristina glared back at them.
"So… how was the meeting with Coach LaCroix… you know, the coach you stole from me?" she asked, her arms crossed.
"Cristina…"
"You know what, screw you. I didn't get all popular because my Mommy and Daddy sent me to soccer camp in Italy every year or because I stole my sister's boyfriend. If you wanna be a shark, be a shark. But don't expect me to just lie here and watch you get all the glory. You're not gonna win this time, Grey." And with that, Cristina turned around and stormed off. Derek and Meredith stared at the door she exited from, shocked.
"She's… very bitter." Meredith muttered. She put her head in her hands and groaned in frustration. Derek leaned over and hugged her.
"Just let her blow off some steam." he whispered. Meredith turned her head and pecked him on the lips.
"You should get ready for the party," she told him as he pulled her closer.
"I'm fine here." he replied. Meredith giggled and pushed him away.
"Derek, I'm okay. Tonight's gonna be the social event for the old people. You have to look your best." she said, getting up from the bench.
"You're right. I wanna impress your mother tonight." he said, running a hand through his perfect hair.
"Why would you have to do that?" Meredith scoffed. Derek stared at her in disbelief.
"We're going together, right?" Meredith blinked at him.
"No. Actually, I'm taking George O'Malley." she replied.
"O'Malley? Why?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"He wasn't invited, so I'm taking him." she shrugged. Derek scowled. Meredith wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly.
"Jealous much, Mr. Shepherd?" she asked, as he deepened the kiss. Derek placed both hands on her hips and pulled her closer.
"Maybe… Do you like jealous Derek?" he questioned as he forced her mouth open with his tongue. Meredith smiled as she let Derek's hands roam down to her lower back… and lower… Suddenly, she felt herself being raised up off the ground. She quickly wrapped her legs around the strong and very kissable Derek Shepherd and giggled as he backed her up into one of the private shower stalls.
"What are you doing, Der?" Meredith asked as Derek's lips trailed down her neck and his fingers found the zipper of her dress.
"Taking a shower." he said huskily, before turning the water knob on. Hot.
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Cristina grunted as she kicked the soccer ball straight into the goal on the other side of the field. She sighed before picking up another one of the bag full of soccer balls beside her. She glared at the goal, which was also filled with its own pile of the balls. Cristina was so focused on the task before her that she didn't even notice someone walking up next to her.
"Hey." Cristina rolled her eyes and set her foot for the next kick, blatantly ignoring Meredith, who stared at her intently.
"Go away, Grey." she hissed, kicking the ball across the field as hard as she could. Meredith sighed and crossed her arms.
"I told Coach LaCroix that you'd be at the auction tonight. I also invited him to go tonight so you guys can talk." Cristina stared at Meredith.
"Coach LaCroix is the best soccer coach on the East Coast, Meredith. Why the hell would you blow him off?!" Meredith giggled at Cristina's alarmed look.
"I don't care about Princeton. I really wanna get into Cambridge University in England. Princeton is your dream, Cristina." Meredith explained.
"It is." Cristina agreed.
"I don't know why all this is happening. I didn't mean to 'take Derek away'. We just… I like him…. I really, really do. I can't explain how much I lo… Like him. And… it sucks, these stupid circumstances." Meredith hoped Cristina didn't catch Meredith almost saying love. She didn't love Derek. She just likes him… a lot. Cristina sat down on the grassy area, Meredith following suit.
"You wanna know why I wanna go to Princeton?"
"The Jersey boys?" Cristina and Meredith laughed at Meredith's guess.
"That, and… it's a clean slate." Meredith nodded at that.
"You start a new chapter. Going to a place where nobody knows who you are." Meredith added.
"Clean slate." Meredith and Cristina smiled at each other.
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We flying first class
Up in the sky
Poppin' champagne
Livin' the life
In the fast lane
And I wont be changed
By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy
"Okay… I think I'll go with the Jimmy Choos…" Addison said as she, Callie and Izzie stared at the collection of shoes in front of them. Callie rolled her eyes.
"What happened to the Louis Vuitton heels?" she whined.
"Too 'Dancing On the Tables at Bungalow'." Izzie explained. Addison nodded.
"Meaning, too slutty." she added.
"Whatever." Callie replied, grabbing her Gucci leather boots. Addison scrunched her nose at Callies choice.
"Are you sure about that one, Cal?"
Wear them gold and diamonds rings
All them things don't mean a thing
Chaperons and limousines
Shopping for expensive things
"So Mom. I'm gonna go to this party with Ellis tonight, and I can't find my Gucci flats! Why isn't it in the package Dad sent?" Meredith shouted, clutching her iPhone tightly to her ear.
"Sweetheart, don't panic. BREATHE. Lexie must have taken it." Susan Grey said over the phone.
"What?!" I told you to warn her about my shoes, Mom! I love my shoes!" Meredith exclaimed, throwing one of her Christian Louboutin stilettos across the room.
"I wasn't home when she 'stole' it. Dad was probably the one that let her. He's such a pushover when it comes to you girls." Meredith screamed in anger.
I be on the movie screens
Magazines and bougie scenes
I'm not clean, I'm not pristine
I'm no queen, I'm no machine
"Gossip Girl saw you go into the rehab center." Derek said, smoothing his hair down with hair gel. Preston straightened his tie and rolled his eyes.
"You still obsessed with that blog, Shep? I didn't know you're still a girl." he joked.
"Shut up, asshole. Nancy was surfing through the blog and she blurted it out, as usual. Plus, Gossip Girl is the East Coast Goddess. She knows everything. Blue or green?" Preston looked at his best friend, confused.
"What?"
"I wanna match Meredith's eyes. Her eyes are blue-green. So… Blue or green?" (A/N: Totally stole this line fromthe song, "That's How You Know" from Enchanted haha) When Preston just snickered, Derek rolled his eyes and started to put on the blue silk tie.
"You're a girl." Preston said simply. Derek threw a pair of socks at him.
"Dr. Grey is a hard woman to impress. She knows me as the 'student volunteer'. I wanna be known as Derek, Meredith's…"
"Boyfriend?" Preston finished. Derek grinned.
"You're a girly idiot."
I still go to Taco Bell
Drive through, raw as hell
I don't care, I'm still real
No matter how many records I sell
After the show or after the Grammies
I like to go cool out with the family
Sippin', reminiscing on days when I had a Mustang
"You should wear the company tie, Georgie." Harold O'Malley, George's dad said as George buttoned up his silky navy blue dress shirt.
"I'm not planning to wear a tie, Dad." George replied.
"Sweetheart, maybe I should iron your slacks." Louise O'Malley told George as she passed him the rented jacket and slacks from "Tuxes To Go" in Brooklyn. George rolled his eyes and grabbed the set.
"No thank you, Mom. It looks okay." George's brother, Ron and Jerry, laughed at him from their seats on the living room couch.
"Trying out for the Penguin circus, Georgie?" Ron guffawed. George blushed.
"No. I've got this auction thing for Drs. Montgomery and Grey tonight." George replied.
The boys cackled.
"Yeah, right. The company's doing the limo service for that event. And I didn't see any limos for you, Georgie!" Jerry exclaimed.
"I'm gonna be my friend Meredith Grey's date." George said, raising an eyebrow. Ron and Jerry stopped laughing and glared at their brother.
"What'd you do to her?"
Lifestyles so rich and famous
Robin Leach will get jealous
Half a million for the stones
Taking trips from here to Rome
So If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
"So what's the deal with Derek and Meredith?" Are they really not just fuck buddies?" Alex asked, taking a hit of his joint. He and Mark were back at the Palace, smoking up before the boring bonanza.
"Who the fuck cares?" Mark grunted. Alex giggled as he passed the joint to Mark.
"Everyone. Especially Gossip Girl. She put up a wedding watch for them in her blog." mark scoffed before breathing in the addictive drug.
"I think they're good for each other. A match made in the Upper East Side, you know?" Alex slurred. Mark was about to retaliate, but was interrupted by the ringing of his phone.
"Yeah?" Mark asked, throwing his joint out the window.
"Where are you?!"
I got problems up to here
I've got people in my ear
Telling me these crazy things
That I don't want to know (fuck y'all)
I've got money in the bank
And I'd really like to thank
All the fans, I'd like to thank
Thank you really though
"Ugh!" Meredith shouted, throwing her Marciano heels against the ivory-colored wall of her room. Cristina scoffed from her spot in front of Meredith's gigantic mirror.
"You can keep the drama queen fit, it won't change the fact that your sister will be throwing up all over your favorite shoes in the morning." Meredith glared at her.
"I just hate her! She steals boyfriends and shoes! Ugh!" Meredith whined. Cristina threw the gold sequined Betsey Johnson mini at Meredith.
"Do you want some cheese with that whine?" Cristina teased. Meredith marched up to her bathroom and slammed the door.
"She can't be that bad!" Cristina laughed. Meredith swung open the door and walked up to her drawer and pulled out a pair of black nylons.
"She's as bad as it gets. Bad things should happen to her." All of a sudden, the door to her room swung open and in came Addison with a Gucci bag. Cristina rolled her eyes and Meredith smiled weakly.
"Talking about me?" Addison smirked.
"No! Not you… just…. changing. We're getting ready… party." Meredith stuttered. Addison handed her the Gucci bag.
"I got these for you today. I was thinking you needed something nice tonight, and I saw these. So…. here. Oh, and congrats on making it to the soccer team." Meredith giggled and opened the shoe box.
"Thanks, Addison. But you didn't have to."
"It was my pleasure. I'll see you guys," Addison replied before exiting the room. Meredith smiled and put on the gorgeous pair of Gucci flats. She looked over at Cristina who was putting the final touches of her make-up.
"You okay with picking up George on the way?" she asked.
"Whatever. I've been to Bambi's before. Plus, I'd rather arrive with him than by myself." Cristina said, shrugging. Meredith quickly put on her scarf, and started to head out, but stopped when Ellis stepped in, arms crossed.
"We need to talk."
Cause I remember yesterday
When I dreamt about the days
When I'd rock on MTV, that be really dope
Damn, It's been a long road
And the industry is cold
I'm glad my daddy told me so, he let his daughter know.
-Glamorous by Fergie