Haha, I've just accidently updated the next chapter instead of this one. So i deleted it, because you all would've had a major freak out if you didn't read this first. Anyway, I sorta noticed my chapters aren't always that long, but that's because when i come up with ideas i sort of get stuck right into it while being all excited so i don't worry much about pointless drabble halfway through. Besides, i know you guys don't read those really long paragraphs jampacked with words that you have to look up on the online dictinary

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Jenny gave Dan her best glare. "I told you I'm not going."

Dan shrugged. "I don't know what's happened, J, but you're all gloomy and sad. While Dad's away, I'm officially your guardian. So you can move your arse of that couch and get your party on."

"You don't like the snobs at those parties anymore than I do."

Dan sighed, exasperated. "It's important to Serena, and she's important to me."

Jenny just played with the hem of her denim dress, not wanting to talk about the van der Woodsen family. She hadn't talked to Erik in three weeks, and she wasn't about to waste any of her time where he would be.

"Please?" Dan pleaded. "I'll buy you a hot chocolate every day for a month if you do. I don't want to be there alone if Serena's talking to her friends."

Jenny contemplated that, while Dan tapped his foot impatiently. "Fine, a month and a half."

"Two months," she compromised, victory evident in her smirk.

"Fine," Dan scowled.

"With marshmallows?" she said. "I mean, if you reallywant me to go-"

Dan sighed, rolling his eyes and heading towards his room. "If it gets you dressed, then yes. With marshmallows."

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Jenny sucked in a deep breath as she flattened out her little black dress. She'd made it herself, and was sort of into this dark and mysterious kind of thing.

Dan, after swearing he wouldn't abandon her, already had. Serena had also quickly mentioned that Jenny have fun at "Blair's party". Jenny's stomach churned as she remembered the feud she'd fought with Blair. It had been the hardest thing she'd ever had to do, and harder to admit defeat. But now she was here, falling back into that dark hole of what Blair and her clones were.

She could hear that sweet, soft voice she knew belonged to Erik. The words became clearer and clearer over the band playing.

"- and they're really cool, too. The drummer has a wicked beat," Sam chattered animatedly. Jenny groaned, stepping backwards to try and escape running into the two boys.

Jenny tripped and fumbled over someone's shoes. She could feel her feet being knocked out from underneath her as she flew towards the ground. She closed her eyes tightly, as if not seeing would stop the pain that was the hard, tiled floor.

It was then that those warm, sturdy hands took her hands and pulled her back up. Her face was flooded with colour, her eyes wide.

Jenny turned around to see herself reflected in hazel eyes, flecked with all different hues of green. The boy had straight chocolate-covered eyes. She remembered feeling enclosed in his hard arms, knowing he must be pretty strong.

"Hi," he grinned. Jenny's cheeks coloured as she thought of Erik, who was most likely watching her right now. The thought sent electricity through her veins.

"Hi," she smiled back flirtatiously. "I'm Jenny. Jenny Humphrey."

"Tristan Banks," he replied, his white smile blinding.

The night was long, and she could feel Erik's dark eyes watching her jealously from a few seats away in the bar. She just laughed and smiled at everything Tristan had to say.

The party died out, and the guests stumbled out the door. She saw Blair's black eyes swoop over the near-empty room from the doorway, happy with the night's success.

When Jenny turned around, she saw Erik being pulled towards the door by Sam. His dark eyes were unhappy. He gave her a last meaningful look before striding out the door.

Jenny didn't really know what made her say what she said next. Maybe it was Erik's careful eyes, or Tristan's bright, excited ones. It might have been the way Tristan was talking to her, the way his lips brushed against her ear. It might have been the blinding lights or the cool night air touching her skin as she and her companion walked out the door.

"Why don't we go back to your place?" she asked, her hands tracing Tristan's shirt collar.

It was an adrenaline rush.