AN: This is called Dana wrote this in like an hour and a half cause she was pissed about school. I know its all over the place and DS only have a few scenes in it, but I have to set up Verena's story. She needs to have chapters where she talks to people alone so everyone knows about it. Review Please! I need them to make me happy. =)

"Where are we going for our anniversary next week?"

"I'll let you pick the place Serena. You always chose right."

"I'll pick the place with the biggest bathroom." She giggled.

"Can I just tell you how amazing you are?"

"Please, don't tell me you're pulling the pregnant glow crap."

"No!" Dan laughed. "You were amazing to let her live here."

"She hates the UES! When you showed her the loft in Brooklyn she didn't want to leave."

"Well until the construction is done, the Palace will have to do."

"She just doesn't relate to me."

"You're both girls, there has to be something."

"But you guys have writing. It's a passion, and you gave her that notebook and bookset to write in."

"Actually, you paid for it."

"I just think she feels I'm the bloated bitch."

"Get to know her like I do, and she'll come around."

Serena pulled the covers off her. "I hate that I have to pee 24/7!"

"Nothing sexier than that." Dan shouted.

Verena was the first one up. It was her first day at Constance and for some odd reason she felt as if she had to be up early. No more mornings of running to get the bathroom from your five other foster sisters or making sure you grab the last poptart or you were never going to eat. Here it was peaceful, unless Serena had one of her hormonal rages cause of the baby. Serena was now four and a half months pregnant and the baby books were piling up. What to name your first child, what to eat and what your stretch marks say, were just a few on the list. She swirled her spoon around her cereal bowl attempting to make a wave of some sort.

"Don't play with your food. It's not very becoming."

"Wow, you really do sound like a old woman."

"I'm trying out the mom thing. Saying things that annoyed me as a teen."

"Sounds....boring."

"Is it working?" Serena replied sitting down.

"You tell me?"

"I wouldn't know." Verena stuck her face by the corner of her bowl.

"I'm sorry, that came out wrong." Serena patted her stomach.

"It's fine, really. I lucked out."

"How?"

"Never having parents to boss me around, never having to listen to anyone. No curfew."

"But you never had support. Never had your parents see your first good grade, your first dance, first boyfriend. There is no boyfriend is there?"

"See, that's more like a mom, but no, there's no guy."

"Good. I don't think I could handle being pregnant, fostering a teen, and a horny boy."

"Mhm, sure." Verena tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Seriously, I'm not ready for the sex talk."

"We don't need to have it, that'd be awkward."

"True, you know all about it for movies and class and junk."

"Sure we'll go with that."

"Verena, tell me you didn't."

"Well virginity police...I've done it already."

"You're so young."

"And Dan told me about you, so don't judge."

"I admit I was a little free with boys."

"You were a slut, face it." Verena made a face.

"Morning!" Dan quickly walked in the kitchen.

"Have you been telling Verena about my sex life?" Serena grew tense.

Dan remained silent for a moment. "And on that note it's time for school. Punish me later for it."

"This conversation so isn't over mister!" Serena yelled as Dan and Verena walked out the door.

"Listen, can we keep our little talks between us?" Dan said as he opened the car door for Verena.

"Dan, I was making a point."

"The point is not to piss Serena off. She let you stay."

"I signed up for a house not parents."

"She gave you fair rules, I'd take the deal."

"Why can't she be as understanding as you?"

"Cause I didn't god through have the crap she did. A dad abandoning her, mother never really cared. Countless guys looking for one thing. Never was easier on her."

With those last words the ten minute ride to Constance was over. She turned to the school and felt empty. This wasn't her plan in life. She didn't want to go to school just because she never really started. She looked back at Dan and he motioned for her to get going. He told her that Serena would be the one to pick her out from school, so she better have an apology ready. She grabed her bag out of the car and saw a familiar face out of the corner of her eye. It was the kid she saw staring at her when Serena spoke to the headmistress. He pulled out a box of matches and started to pull them out.

"So you're the kid who was staring at me the other day?" Verena said as she smacked the matches out of his hand.

"I wasn't staring. Maybe, I have a lazy eye." He replied jumping back.

"Sure. So what's a tough guy like you doing at a fancy place like this?"

"My parents think if I stay here I won't cause trouble. Oh, how wrong they are."

"You have fun with your matches."

"Hey, wanna skip class with me?" He turned Verena around completely by pulling at her arm.

"I can't." Verena gave out a short sigh.

"Aw miss goody two shoes."

"Nah, I just don't want to disappoint some people. I have a really great thing going for me."

"Well if you ever want to get off that pedestal, you know where I'll be." He replied picking up his matches and walking away.

Verena first day was brutal. The only thing she kinda new was French. One of her social workers taught her how to save a few things in case scary people ever approached her at her foster homes. Since then she only read novels and French books in an effort to seem educated without going to school. Math and Sciene were not her friends. She put her face into her bag to search for her phone. She wanted to see how far away Serena was. There was a text saying Serena would be a little late because of her doctors appointment.

"Hey there."

"You again?" Verena moaned.

"Can't ditch me that fast."

"But you know how to ditch things, so leave."

"Waiting for someone?"

"Yeah, my friend to pick me up."

"I'm waiting on my mom."

Verena gazed at him as if he was failing at trying to keep it smooth. He looked kinda stiff and that whole bad boy esque floated around him, but he didn't dress like it. Then again, uniforms were all around.

"So is this an invitation to wait together?" Verena mocked.

"Why not. Twenty questions?"

"I'll give you ten."

"Fine. Do I get a name?"

"That's question one and it's Verena."

"Interesting. I'm Dylan."

"I expected a more proper name from a rich boy."

"It's really Demetri. But I can't stand that name."

"I'll let that be your answer for my first question."

"Question two." Dylan started. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm not sure. I stole someone's car, got into an accident, and wound up here."

"All in that order?"

"Yeah. Some guy helped me by donating blood and paying for meds and is now taking care of me, with his pregnant wife."

"You're far more interesting than I thought." Dylan laughed.

"So what's your deal?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why is a guy like you hanging around with me?"

"You have that tortured sould brand like me. That, I don't give a shit if the rest of the world is happy, if I'm not."

"Happiness is overrated. And why do we pick hard questions? Like what happen to your favorite candy or junk food!"

"Fine, that's my next question."

"I hate junk food. Chicken Mcnuggets are more my thing."

Just as Dylan was about to answer Serena pulled up in a town car. She waddled out the door and towards the pair. She pulled Verena aside.

"I thought I told you not to get mixed up with him?"

"We were both just waiting to be picked up."

"He's not a nice kid."

"He seems perfectly fine to me."

"He's a Vanderbuilt."

"Is that suppose to mean something to me?"

"Oh it will. Get in the car and I'll explain."

Serena waddled back to the town car and psuhed Verena in. She began to tell her the whole story of the Vanderbuilts. She made she to leave the gritty details out but Tripp, the Grandfather, Maureen, and Nate were mentioned enough for Verena to get the picture.