Chapter 3

Francesca Bella Octane

"Where are you going?" Francesca asked pinning the diamond earrings in her ears. Her older sister, Dedra stood beside her, applying a deep shade of red lipstick off. "I could as you the same thing." Dedra said puckering up her lips playing like she was going to kiss Francesca. "Stay away." Francesca pushed her sister out of the way so she could get a full look at herself. "So who are you getting dressed up for." Dedra asked poofing up Francesca's hair. "To collect what's rightfully mine." Giving one last look to the mirror Francesca pushed herself into the pumps. "Love you." Giving Dedra a quick hug she slipped out the front door.

Francesca: Spill Bass I know you know something."

He always knows something Francesca thought pressing send. Running her hand through her hair Francesca had no idea where to go. "Only one place to go." Francesca said aloud. Hailing a cab. This was going to be priceless.

Richard Lockheart

"Why don't I give you a ride home instead?" Richard offered. This could be a good time to finally be alone with her. Richard rose from his seat and grabbed Theresa's bags, ready to carry them for her if she agreed to let him give her a ride. Unfortunately for him, at that moment, Francesca had texted him. Richard felt a vibration and picked up his phone to read the text. "On...second thought...maybe not. Francesca just texted. She might want to see me. So...guess I'll see you at Club Vixen?"

Meanwhile Rich waited for an answer, he texted Francesca back..

Richard: Hey, baby, how was your trip? I'm at SdC with Theresa and Airannia. Are you at home right now? Can't wait to see you.

Though their relationship didn't seem to be going so well, he still called her pet names. Was he really glad about seeing her? Not really. Not that he didn't care about Francesca. He did, but he was infatuated with Theresa and perhaps a little beyond an infatuation.

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

Theresa stood up ready to leave with Richard, but his cell vibrated and it was another message from Francesca. "Yeah, you better go see her first. I'll see you later at Club Vixen," She said taking her shopping bags from him.

Theresa sighed she wanted to be with Richard so much. Instead she waved goodbye and headed outside of the store. She walked down the corner, and hailed a taxi within seconds. After she sat down and told the driver where to take her, she pulled her Sidekick out and read the message from Francesca. She started to type a message back.

Theresa: Hey. Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I missed you too. We're all hitting Club Vixen tonight. Are you up for going out?

Theresa had lied when she said she'd missed Francesca. Like Airannia, Theresa didn't want Francesca back. It wasn't that the two of them were competing for the It Girl title. Currently, Francesca didn't know about her and Richard but how much longer would it be before she did. Would they have to compete over him?

Nicholas James Bass

On their walk home Nicholas continuously kept flirting with Airannia. They were defiantly getting somewhere. Opening the door for Airannia he let her in. Taking off his jacket cellphone with it he left Airannia on the couch while he was going through the many articles of clothing. Nick's ring tone obviously was Wow (I Can Get Sexual Too). "Answer that please." Nicholas said running the gel through his hair getting his signature look. Airannia opened the cell to see what it was. Francesca. Reading the text Airannia didn't know if she should be seriously pissed or just normal. "It's Francesca." Airannia replied to Nick holding it out to him as soon as he came out of his room. "Thanks." Reading the text for himself, Nick smiled. "Come on lets go." He said holding his arm out to Airannia. Taking it she still looked at his phone. "Planning on texting her back?" Airannia asked as the made a second attempt to go to the club. "When the time is right," was all he had to say. Shrugging Ariannia couldn't stop thinking about it. "What is going on?" She asked. If any one should know Airannia thought it was her.

Francesca Bella Octane

It was a Saturday night. The night before the big welcome back party. How could she not go out. Lost in her thoughts Francesca knew the streets by heart. What she didn't know was why Richard was acting so distant and how he could text her finnaly when she came back. It was almost like a stab in the heart. Checking her cell phone twice she wondered why Nick hadn't sent anything back. "So that's why." Francesca said under her breathe. Walking infront of her was Airannia obvious red hair and Nicholas. She definantly wanted to be at Club Vixen before them. Hiding behind a tree Francesca felt like she was five again. When they had walked a block Francesca managed to hail a cab. The words "Club Vixen." came through her lips. Re-applying her lip gloss Francesca checked herself out in the mirror. "Early bird catches the worm." She said slowly cracking a devilish smile.

Richard Lockheart

Richard while waiting for a reply from Francesca, he waved goodbye to Theresa. A sigh escaped his lips, but above all he smiled and walked out of the SdC store. At least he got a chance to see everyone again after a long time and he was more or less delighted with meeting with Francesca in the near future. Rich inhaled the sweet, roasted nuts sold on the streets by the cart pullers. Stretching, Rich thought about heading back home to change and get the smell of alleyways and nuts off of him. Rich took a short walk distance from the store to his car. It was a 2008 Mercedes-Benz S-Class Luxury. One of many he owned. With an obsession he had over his car, Rich made sure there was no scratch, no prints, no nothing. Richard entered his car after unlocking the door. A feeling of full-power vibrated in his hands as he took hold of the steering drove through the traffic to his estate in 5th Avenue.

Di Bass and Carvalo

Looking at Airannia Nick didn't know what to say. "Oh Come on." She begged pouting at him. "You know you want to tell me." Airannia leaned in closer to him. "And if I do?" Nicholas asked placing his hands on her waist. Now it was Airannia turn for a loss of words. "Then..." Glancing to her left she saw seemed to look like Francesca. "What the hell..." Getting a closer look at the passenger in the back Airannia was sure it was her. "Did you tell her where we were going?" Airannia demanded. Pushing past Nick she walked faster. Catching up to her Nick pulled on her arm. "Even if I did why does it matter?" Airannia couldn't belive she was hearing this. "Why does it matter? Honestly Nick I can't belive you sometimes." Holding out her thumb Airannia had ways of hailing a cab. A yellow car screeched up by her. "Well?" She asked getting in. Nicholas had no other choice he 4ertainly wasn't going alone. "What are you doing?" Nick asked. "Club Vixen and step on it." Airannia demanded trying to scoot away as far from Nick as possible. "Getting there first." Making sure Airannia wasn't looking at him. Not like she ever would he texted Richard fast.

Nicholas: I'm in deep st man. Anyway Francesca is on her way to the Club. Don't show up with Theresa.

"What are you doing?" Airannia chimed in trying to get a better view of what Nick was doing. Clicking twice on the send button Nick hoped he hadn't sent it to the wrong person.

Francesca Bella Octane

Francesca sat in the cab waiting in traffic. Crossing her legs Francesca thought of how Richard would greet her.

Francesca: Just left. Well I didn't think you would reply if I told you I was coming back so why not a surprise.

Holding her breathe Francesca wondered if she should type what she really wanted too.

Francesca: What's been up with you lately?

Before she pressed send she received another text messaged. From Nick. Confused at first Francesca read and re-read. Closing it she sent Richard the text and opened the text again. Why shouldn't he show up with Theresa? I mean they were just friends. Two things happened to Francesca that night. One she found out what was really up with Richard. Or at least she thought she knew and two. Best friends could never be trusted. Gripping her cell phone to its breaking point she finally made it to Club Vixen. What happens in Club Vixen stays in Club Vixen. Right?

Richard Lockheart

The lower-class and tourists envied as he drove. Young and wealthy. Welcomed by two butlers, Rich handed his key to them and took a look at his phone once more. "That's odd...Francesca hasn't answered." Rich said to himself, ascending the steps and passing through the open doors of the estate. Rich shrugged it off and went up to his room. A place where much of his ex's have come to spend numerous nights in. Just as he was removing his shirt, Rich received another text. "That must be her." Said Rich, thinking it was Francesca, but no it was Nicholas. After reading the text, he bit his lip, rather mad at her. Who could have told her they were going to Club Vixen and was this why she didn't respond? To get there first so she could catch him with Theresa. If the news got to her that is. "st!" Rich threw his phone onto the bed. Rich was a bit disappointed by now. He wanted that to spend the time at Club Vixen with the one person he truly wanted to be with at the moment. "So this is how it is." Richard said as he entered the bathroom to take a quick shower. Lockheart didn't take long to get ready. After his short shower he applied some Armani cologne and dressed quick unto fresh night clothes. With that done he combed his hair, took his cell phone and left the estate to head on to Club Vixen, but before he would arrive there, Richard received a text from Francesca. She knew sooner or later she would come up with this question and the response to that would be difficult. However a question like this was to be handled by word and not text. Richard dialed Francesca's number as he drove. He waited for her response...

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

Theresa rolled her eyes reading Francesca's response. She could be so dramatic. After a fifteen minute drive, the taxi stopped in front of her building. Theresa paid for the ride, grabbed her bags and got out. She was greeted by the doorman and let inside. She walked over to the elevator and pressed the up button. After waiting for a moment the doors opened, she stepped inside and clicked the button for her level.

Once she was in her family's apartment, she walked into her room and closed the door. She took out her dresses, and put the one she wasn't wearing to Club Vixen in her closet. She laid the other on her bed.

Theresa took off the clothes she was wearing, and walked into her bathroom. She went to the shower, turning on the hot water and stepped inside. After Theresa washed herself, shampooed her hair, and rinsed. She slowly stood and wrapped a towel around her body, another towel around her hair.

Her bathroom was very nice. It had everything she could ever need. There was a vanity, a luxurious and spacious bathtub as well as a shower in the corner. Theresa walked over to the vanity. She took a seat on the stool and removed the towel wrapped around her hair. The damp blonde locks fell down past her shoulders, to the middle of her back. She pulled the blow dryer out from the drawer and dried her hair. Once her hair was dry Theresa curled the ends of it. She stood up and walked back into her room.

Theresa went to her drawers and pulled out her under garmets, a black lace-trim panty and matching strapless bra from Victoria's Secret. Once they were on, she grabbed her purse and pulled out her make-up bag. She opened it and pulled out a bottle of Victoria's Secret Heavenly scented lotion. She rubbed it on her arms and legs. She didn't feel like wearing a lot of make-up, she hardly ever did. She pulled out her bright red MAC Lip gloss and eyelash curler.

Once her lipgloss was applied and her eyelashes were curled, she walked to the bed, picked up her new dress and slid it on. She walked back over to her closet, to pick out her shoes. She decided to wear her silver Manolo Blahniks. After slipping them on, she grabbed her white coat and the silver clutch that matched her stilettos. After packing the clutch, she put on her coat and walked out of the apartment. She was downstairs and out the building. She hailed another taxi within seconds, got in, sat down, and told the driver to take her to Club Vixen.

Theresa pulled out her Sidekick, starting to text a message to Airannia.

Theresa: Hey I'm on my way to the Club. See you soon.

gossipgirl

Well Upper East Side what did I tell you? Lets start off with T who mysteriously went home after she was supposed to go to Club Vixen with the rest of the group. I hope she doesn't bail because F is back. T's been hanging out with R a lot. Affair? Who knows but anyone who is that friendly should watch out. Mainly you F

Same old same old A and N have been hanging out but also a falling out? Seen not to far from the Club A and N had a tizzy but the still got into the same cab. That's clos,e but not close enough. F Is already at the club and someone looks pissed.

R. You already know what I'm gonna say.

You know you love me.

Xoxo,

Gossipgirl

Gwen Delacroix

As Gwen got out of the cab parked in front of SdC she brushed her hair out of her face and walked inside the boutique. In a daze, she pulled a few dresses off a rack and went back to the dressing room. God, I have to buy something new for tonight. Gwen felt like all her old dresses were too dull for the club, she wanted something exciting, something with a spark. The first dress was a black halter but it was way too small. The second dress looked great but it was bright green. By the time she got to the third dress she wasn't expecting to find anything good but it looked great and it was the perfect thing. Gwen got changed back into her jeans and tank top and paid for the ridiculously expensive dress that she would probably only wear two or three times and then forget about. Now if I can only get a cab. Getting a cab in New York has never been an easy thing but when you just happen to be extremely gorgeous it's like a piece of cake.

Back at her house Gwen put on her new dress and her black flats. After reapplying makeup and a few glances in the mirror she knew she was ready to go to club vixen and finally try to be accepted. I'll do anything, just as long as I'm in. She really would do anything.

Di Carvalo and Bass

The cab jolted to a stop. Standing in front of the club was Francesca. Sucking in her breath and applying one last coat of lip gloss Airannia was ready. Bending over to fix her shoe Nick went down with her. It was a sudden move but an avoidable one. Pushing Nick away Airannia sat up. Pissed Nick got out of the car. When he didn't get what he wanted he made sure someone else would. "You really want to know what's going on Airannia?" Nicholas asked darkly glancing at Francesca he looked back to Airannia. "Give me the go and you'll know it." Airannia looked at Nick in disbelief. Handing the driver a crisp fifty dollar bill she told him to keep the change. She didn't have anything else. "What are you talking about?" She asked seriously now. Francesca hadn't spotted them yet." Nick let out a huge sigh. "Yes or no?" Airannia nodded to satisfy him. Smiling Nicholas straightened his tie. "Long time on see Francesca." Nicholas said walking up to her with Airannia and a scandal trailing behind.

Francesca Bella Octane

"Airannia!" Ignoring Nicholas she instantly gave Airannia a hug. Airannia seemed to have hugged back. "Missed you." She whispered. Francesca wondered if she really meant it but it wasn't time for that now. Her cell phone was what had interrupted the embrace. Richard was calling her. Avoiding his call she put her cell back into her pocket. Looking Nick straight in the eye she wanted to know up front what was exactly going on. As all of them filed into the Club, they got themselves a private booth. Francesca sat down next to Airannia. "So Bass I got your text message." Nick had a strained expression on his face. "Don't start something that you can't finish." She added with a coy look on her face. The air was tense but Francesca would stop at nothing.

Di Carvalo and Bass

Looking at Nicholas also Airannia wanted answers too. "Really know?" Airannia and Francesca combined was a bad thing. "Do tell." Airannia said looking at Nicholas intently. Ordering water first she wasn't ready to get drunk just yet. She didn't want to miss an ounce of what Nicholas was going to spill. "Ladies", Nick said stalling for time. Where was Richard? Rubbing his chin Nick just sat back across from them. "I can't tell." He said innocently but his eyes were saying something else. "Really?" Airannia said walking over to him slowly. She grabbed his chin and pulled him close to her. Nick nodded. "Really." Pausing for a moment he looked at Francesca. "Richard could though." Airannia gave Francesca a quick look as if to say what now. "We wait then." Airannia sighed sitting back down next to Francesca. "Another round my good man." Nicholas said to the bartender.

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

After a twenty minute drive through traffic to get downtown where Club Vixen was, the taxi Theresa was in stopped at the door. She paid for the ride, and got out. She stood outside the doors. She was a little nervous to go in. What if Francesca was already there? During the car ride on the way here, she flipped through her Inbox and gasped when she read Gossip Girl's rumor about her and Richard. What would Francesca think? She sighed and walked in when the doors were opened for her. She passed all the other people who were waiting to get in. Afterall when you were one of New York's elite, you never had to wait for anything. She checked her coat and walked around looking for Airannia and Bass. She spotted them as well as Francesca sitting together in a booth. She slowly made her way through the crowd over to them.

Richard Lockheart

"Pick up the fucking phone, Francesca." Richard said, waiting for her to answer. Now that the ringing ended, Richard shook his head and set his phone on the seat. As was usual in this city, people never were never to courteous enough to give way. Richard was close to Club Vixen, but with traffic like this one could say it would take forever to get from one corner to the next. After sometime, Rich was finally there. He gave his keys to valet and entered the club, spotting Nicholas, Airannia, and Francesca on a private booth. Richard headed over to where they were, putting on a smile nonetheless. "Where is she?" Richard said as if desperately wanting to see her. Ignoring that Nicholas and Airannia were there, Richard grinned setting his eyes on Francesca. He never had fogotten just how beautiful she was, but tonight, after not seeing her for so long, she was goddess. Rich could never deny that she was beautiful. "Finally." Rich sat over next to Francesca and pulled her into an amorous, passionate locking of lips, but underneath that passion was the betrayal. "Mph...You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this."

Gwen Delacroix

The taxi came to a smooth stop in front of the club where so much was happening without Gwen even knowing. Before getting out she reapplied her lip gloss and then made a glamorous, or what she though could pass for glamorous, exit. The waiting line to get in was extremely long so Gwen slipped in behind a girl with long blonde hair who was going straight through the door. Wait, isn't that Theresa? Gwen was about to tap her on the shoulder and say hi but then she caught sight of the rest of the 'elite' sitting at a private booth. Oh my god, here's my chance. Being the girl she is, Gwen took a couple deep breaths to steady herself and then walked over to them. She was trying to look as poised and confident as possible, like she always partied in amazing clubs.
"Hey, Airannia. How are you guys?"
Suddenly, Gwen felt her face heat up and she was so glad that it was dark in the club or else she would have been even more embarrassed then she already was. How are you guys? God, can't I think of anything better to say? She looked at the booth and caught site of Nicholas Bass, the infamous Chuck's cousin, Francesca, the queen bee, and Richard, Francesca's boyfriend who really did look like a rock star. Now she really wished she had thought of something better to say.

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

Theresa spotted Airannia, Bass, and Francesca sitting together in a booth. She was slowly making her way through the crowd over to them when Richard suddenly appeared. She smiled; he looked unbelievably handsome as always. She watched him walk over to Francesca, wrap his arms around her and kiss her passionately.

Theresa stopped walking, and watched them. She knew she had no right to feel jealousy or anger from him kissing his girlfriend, one of her best friends but she did. She took a deep breath and walked over gracefully. After forming a fake smile on her lips, she stood in front of the booth and took a seat next to Airannia and Bass. "Sorry I'm late," Theresa said. She turned her head when, some new girl approached their booth.

Francesca Bella Octane

Caught between mid kiss Francesca glanced at Theresa. I hope she feels like st for doing this to me Francesca thought. Pulling away from Richard she hugged him again. "I've missed you so much." She gushed. Just as she was about to say something else an unknown girl walked into the booth. "Excuse me sweetie but this booth is reserved." Airannia stood up deciding she would take out the trash before she dealt with the big leagues mainly Theresa and Richard. Whatever they "had" was not going to go unnoticed. Glancing at Airannia who was looking at Nicholas who was looking at the new girl Francesca felt very out of the circle. "Ok just go now." Francesca snapped. She could feel the music vibrating through her black pumps steadily.

Richard Lockheart

Richard had not realized at that moment Theresa was there. He welcomed Francesca's hug with open arms and embraced her as well. "Yea, I've missed you too, baby. Looking sexy as always." he didn't lie here. He did miss her in a way; he just didn't want to see her right now. Rich turned his head to the new girl whom Francesca had kicked out. "I love it when you do that." Richard said to Francesca referring to the way she took care of the girl. "Such a turn on." Rich wrapped his arm around his girlfriend when she sat back down. Richard looked over to Theresa. He could tell there was a hint of jealousy in her eyes as he was with Francesca. "Theresa...Hey. You look..." Rich was speechless as he set his eyes on Theresa. She looked dazzling, sporting her red dress.

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington


Theresa sat there feeling very uncomfortable. She could sense some very negative feelings from Francesca towards her. Did she find out about the two of them? If she did, why would she be kissing Richard? Theresa sat quietly, playing it cool. She'd have to talk to Airannia later.

When Richard looked over at her, she stared back at him. She smiled politely. "Thanks, you don't look half bad yourself." She said. She then turned her attention to Francesca. "So how was your trip to Germany? Tell us all of the thrilling things you did."

Richard Lockheart

Rich grinned at the compliment and pulled on the tip of his collar with cocky smile. Rich looked at the two girls. Francesca and Theresa. It didn't feel odd to be between the two women he was dating. He had done it in the past. Rich listened to Theresa start a conversation with Francesca. He knew most of the details already due to text messages he never answered, but he tried to act like he didn't know of it. "Yea, and name me all the guys that tried to hit on you while I wasn't there." Rich added. "I'll kick all their asses." said Rich before he planted a kiss upon her neck. He paused right there, taking in the scent of her perfume. If it was one thing he always loved about Francesca, that would never change, it was the way she smelled. Rich pulled away and ordered the bartender to bring him four of the best in the house.

Gwen Delacroix

When Francesca pulled out the bh in her Gwen's mouth almost dropped to the floor. Weren't these people supposed to be nice? Of course, they probably weren't on Gossip Girl's blog because of their niceness.
"Reserved? Mmhmm I see. Kinda like how your a is reserved for them tonight." Gwen smiled a fake smile and walked over to the bar. She ordered a strawberry margarita and sat there, waiting. I can't believe what I just said. How am I gonna get anywhere if I act like a bh to them. Gwen sighed and lay her head on the bar, wanting a miracle. But miracles don't really happen, do they? When the bartender brought Gwen's drink over she didn't waste any time drinking it. She was at a club, so why wasn't she dancing and having fun? That's what was supposed to happen right? Wrong.

Francesca Bella Octane

"Oh I'm pretty sure I didn't do as much flirting as you." Behind the sweet lovable brown eyes Francesca's heart was breaking. "Germany was all right." She said simply throwing it aside. "But I want to know about here Rich." Scooting in closer like they weren't already close enough she looked at Theresa "What did you do?" Theresa was public enemy number one. Flashing her a fake smile Francesca completely ignored what Gwen had said. Charity work was out and having tag a longs was with it. "I mean what were you so busy doing that you couldn't answer my text, phone calls, emails, I mean just about everything." She asked smiling. Her completely aura was speaking in numbers. Queen Bee wasn't going down without answers. Her eyes danced as she read Rich's face in the neon lights. Sliding her cool manicured hands on his cheek she looked at him like she was an angel. "Well?"

Di Carvalo and Bass

Nicholas's eyes followed the unknown girl out of the booth. "Who is that?", He whispered to Airannia who was plainly typing something in her cell. "Gwen." She managed to reply. Airannia and Gwen weren't really friends but she and Gwen had met a few times and she thought she was alright but she didn't know the rule. You don't know the elite if they don't know you.

Airannia was sitting next to Nicholas who had his eyes on Gwen. "What are you looking at?" She already knew but she was hoping he wouldn't say it. "That Gwen girl...Is she knew", leaning over Airannia almost pushing her out of the seat Nick looked on in awe. "Don't" she said giving him an evil look. Was that jealousy?

For one she didn't want Gwen's life at constance to be a horrible one because Nicholas decided to get down and dirty. Not to mention it pissed her off that he was checking her out. "Airannia you know I wouldn't." Nick's hand was now on Airannia's leg. His breath menaced with alcohol. "Down boy." Airannia replied suggestively moving his hand away. Somehow after moving it she felt sad. But not as sad as someone was gonna be after what would happen next.

Theresa Elizabeth Hemmington

"Oh you're so sweet Francesca, but you know I haven't dated anyone this summer," She said forming another fake smile on her lips. She was truly, getting sick of sitting in the same booth as Francesca. She didn't regret or care one bit about hooking up with her boyfriend. It was true it shouldn't have happened, but she wasn't the one who started it. Richard kissed her first then one thing led to another.

Since Theresa was sitting next to Airannia and Bass, she decided that after Francesca's comment, she wanted to talk with Bass before she talked with Airannia. She leaned over, and whispered in his ear. "Will you please come to the bar with me, I need to talk to you," She said.