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CHAPTER 5
"Oh my god," Blair gasped as her eyes fluttered open. "Chuck!" She shook him awake. "We just had sex in Serena's bed!"
Chuck mumbled something inaudible and pulled her body closer to his. Blair sighed in contentment and closed her eyes.
"Blair Cornelia Waldorf!" Serena bellowed, storming into the gloriously dark room. "You have some explaining to do! What the hell are you two doing in MY bed?"
Chuck sat up and smirked, "do you really want to know?"
Serena pondered this for a while and then decided against it. "No. Actually, I don't. Just...get out!"
"Sorry S!" Blair giggled as the two of them made a break for Chuck's room, wearing only Serena's bedsheets.
Great. Now I have to buy a new bed. Serena thought darkly.
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"So he actually said it?" Serena looked shell shocked. "He told you he loved you?"
Blair nodded, a pleased smile on her face. "And I said it first!" She sipped her orange juice. "How was the sleepover?"
"There wasn't really a sleepover. Everyone left after we had dinner at Butter." Serena sighed, "I should just leave the soirees to you, B."
Blair smiled. She had been smiling a lot since she had said those words to Chuck. Her phone vibrated, and Blair frowned when she saw the caller ID.
"What's wrong?" Serena asked.
Blair eyed the screen suspicisouly, "it's my mom. Why would she be calling me? She's in Milan right now."
"Hurry up and answer the phone!" Serena urged.
Blair answered it and after an extremely short conversation, she hung up. "Uh, sorry Serena...I have to gp. Mother won't tell me what's up but she said its really important so..."
"No. Its okay! Go," Serena waved her away. "We'll have breakfast together another time."
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"Mother? What's going on?" Blair frowned in confusion as she saw her mother chatting with a woman who resembled her greatly.
"Blair, darling, this is your aunt Marissa, from California," Eleanor beamed at Blair.
Blair smiled at the woman politely, "and she's here because...?"
"Oh, her daughter, Tiffany wants to go to Constance Billiard so she'll be staying with us for a while."
Blair tried not to show her shock. "She's going to live with us?"
Eleanor nodded happily as though it was the most exciting thing ever. "Only Tiffany's staying. Marissa's going to return to California," Eleanor smiled and glanced at her Cartier watch. "Oh dear, Marissa...you should really get going. Don't worry about Tiffany, dear. Blair and I will take great care of her. Right honey?"
"Of course we will," Blair smiled sweetly. "Have a safe flight back, aunt Marissa. We'll take care of Tiffany."
Blair turned to her mother as soon as her aunt left. "So how old is Tiffany? Fourteen?" Blair hoped she could use this cousin to her advantage.
"She's your age, dear. Go up to the guest room and get acquainted."
Blair frowned. She didn't want someone the same age as her. Tiffany might be harder to take advantage of...Besides, there was only one Waldorf in school and Blair enjoyed being the only one. She sighed. Anyway, Tiffany was probably some dorky loser who never heard of Marc Jacobs before. She smiled, comforted by that thought.
Blair knocked on the door and opened it. "Tiffany?"
Tiffany was taller than Blair, about as tall as Serena. Like Blair, she had brown hair that fell to her shoulders but her eyes were a piercing shade of green. She turned around and smiled, "you must be...Blair."
Blair was speechless. She was expecting a short, slightly chubby girl with no fashion sense at all. Tiffany was anything but short or chubby. She's gorgeous, Blair realised. She had the figure of a supermodel and her hair was a darker shade of brown, almost black.
"Hey," Blair managed to say. "So why do you want to go to Constance?" Blair asked boldly stepping into her room. She was obviously still upacking - clothes were strewn all over the place.
"Oh. I've always wanted to go to Yale and a high school education in a great school like Constance would help," she answered.
Blair bit her lip, "you want to go to Yale huh?"
Tiffany nodded, bending down to pick up a beautiful wrap dress and chucking it into a cupboard.
"Well. Too bad, you're competing against me. I plan to go there too," Blair gave her a charming smile.
"Is that...a challenge?" Tiffany asked, a smirk forming on her face.
Blair kept the smile on her face, "no. Of course not. You're my cousin." Blair put a hand on Tiffany's shoulder and squeezed it. "I'm not competing with you, Tiffany." Blair smirked, knowing that her eyes were daring Tiffany to say something bitchy.
Tiffany's sickeningly beautiful eyes sparkled with challenge. "I guess I'll see you at school then," Tiffany looked at the door pointedly, that smirk still on her face. Why did she look so damn confident? Blair was starting to feel nervous.
"See you later," Blair left the room, feeling slightly unnerved. There was something about Tiffany that she didn't like. She didn't like her at all.
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Spotted: A Blair Waldorf look a like with gorgeous green eyes, stepping out of a limo and making her way to the Waldorf apartment. What's going on B? A long lost sister coming back to visit? Well she seems like fun. I don't know about you but I can't wait to see what happens next. Will B have to give up her social status to this newbie? Or will she just join B's clique and be a follower?
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