Note: Hey, this is the second chapter! Please R & R!

It's All About Getting Rejected and Feeling the Pain

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When he looked at the girl with dark messy hair, he swore he could have dashed across time and space just to be close to her. Her deep blue eyes, her long dark hair with natural waves, her poise, her figure, everything. Honestly, he has never felt this way before his entire life. It all started when he was at the Upper East Siders' fund-raising gala a year ago when she walked in. Of course he remembered her. Daughter of Albert Sanford; step-sister of the other Upper East Side elite, Tiffany Sparks-Sanford. He has never talked to her, nope, but he knew of her existence, her parents' infamous divorce, her story.

Luke remained his cool all the while knowing that Mia Sanford isn't technically a big fan of himself, especially ever since the ketchup incident when they were 12. He was young and stupid, and she was almost a boy-hater. He used to think that she hated all boys in Manhattan except for Robert Humphrey, the boy he considers his challenge. Luke was jealous that he was always around her and she would laugh with him with her dimples immediately visible.

"Hey Luke, so what's your first class?", Tiffany Sparks-Sanford swung her hair to the back, with her chest slightly up, while waiting for his answer keenly. Luke grinned at the sight of it and shook his head slightly before replying in a monotone. "Calculus"

Tiffany's smile faded as she goes. "Oh. Well, see you after school then". There was no doubt an obvious dissapointment in the tone of her voice; Luke knows. Of all the girls he has been with in school, it was never Stella, from the day they first met at 8 till now, she's still vying for his attention. Luke simply knows. He threw his leather bag across his shoulder and headed to the direction of St. Jude's. He kept walking, and the boys of St. Jude's and the girls of Constance who know him gave him nods and admiration stares on the way. Fuck. He thought.

Before he knew it, his arms rammed into someone, dropping all the books that she was holding.

And before he knew it, it was her.

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Mia scrambled down to collect her books, she muttered a curse under her breath. He bent down, helping her with her books, with a smirk. "Morning", he greeted, not taking his eyes off her.

"Well, 'sorry' is a better word to be used in this situation, just so you know", Mia held her books tight in her arms, "Thanks".

He runs his fingers across his hair, "You don't greet someone with a sorry", before continuing,"Just so you know"

Mia rolled her eyes and heard the last bell of Constance, realizing that she was late for class. "Well then, just so you know, goodbye is what you say when you leave. So, goodbye". She walked off just like that, leaving him hanging there. But Luke wasn't angry, in fact, he had his million dollar smile on, thanking God for making his day so lucky.

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Blair Cornelia Waldorf has always led a charmed grew up with a silver spoon, under the wings of her famous designer mother, Eleanor Waldorf, whom by now is all around Europe along with some other great fashion names. She graduated Yale with First Class Honours, she married the man she lost her virginity to and who loved her dearly even when she was 50 pounds pregnant, she proudly birthed two children without any painkillers and now, with the name of Blair Waldorf Bass that she's grown accustomed to after all these years, Blair Waldorf was contented. Actually, hold that thought for a second. There was one thing Blair Waldorf was troubled with just like any other mother in the world today; her children.

Like what her father did, Blair made sure her children grew up in a "YALE" environment. She bought them Yale sweatshirts at the age of 3. She took them to Yale for visits since they were 5. And now, all she is asking for both children to wake up one day and tell her that they are going to Yale, just like their parents. That is the one thing that Blair prays for everyday and everynight.

"Miss Blair, Miss Serena is here", Dorota, Blair's longtime nanny, knocked on her door and announced. Right, Blair had a catchup date with Serena van der Woodsen, her one and only best friend who has stuck with her since they were in pigtails. Sure, things have gone sour back when they were young and wild, but they always go back to each other in the end.

Blair brushed her hair in a hurry and quickly walked, "Oh send her in Dorota"

Serena, looking as vibrant as she was in school, except that her hair is now knotted in a neat bun and her fashion taste matured, gleefully greeted, "Blair!" She dashed across the room and hugged her best friend who looked as happy as she was. "Oh, S, it's been three weeks since we last saw each other. I missed you.", Blair confessed. Three weeks ago Blair and Chuck took their kids to Italy, for a supposed one-week educational trip. Unfortunately, seven days turned into eighteen because Chuck decided to give the kids his visa card and they ran off for eight days on their very own Eurotrip.

Serena squeezed her tighter, "I missed you more". It was plainly dull when Blair wasn't around Serena, considering that Dan was also away.

"I am so glad to see you, it's like you're my Messiah", they pulled apart and Blair led Serena to the Victorian couch to settle down. Blair sighed,"The past three weeks were awful"

Serena smirked and teased, "What's the matter, is my step-brother asking for too much sex?". Chuck's father and Serena's mother had gotten married and are now residing in a brand new Bass Townhouse in Manhattan.

"Chuck on the other hand is the least of my problems" , Blair shook her head.

Of course Serena knew what Blair was going through. Her kids are on the Upper East Side as well, a place which she and Blair grew so familiar with that she wasn't surprised to see that her children are turning out this way. However, she never expected it to be so tough to mother the UES children. "Well my chidren aren't that easy either. Robbie is a handful, he upright refused to go to school today"

"Oh S, what has become of our children", Blair profoundly sighed. She took a sip of her tea and continued,"The other day I caught my children with their father's vodka in the laundry room". Henry and Eliza reportedly took their father's vodka from the cabinet in his study, and hid in the laundry room to finish half the bottle before being discovered by their mother. Blair of course, got the shock of her life. It wasn't how Yale graduates are supposed to behave, in her opinion.

Serena rolled her eyes. "Last week I saw Wes' playboy stash in his shoeboxes". It was an incidental discovery when Pastora, their Mexican homemaker, shrieked upon the sight of the PLayboy magazines and Serena taught she had an accident. She too was in awe at her son's complete collection, all the way from 1980s.

"Oh my", Blair was in awe and suddenly recalled something worse. "Reminds me of the time Henry left a used condom on his bedroom floor".

Serena paused to think before frowning at Blair. "Were we that bad when we were their age?"

Blair shrugged, "Well I lost my virginity to my boyfriend's best friend in a limo and ended up marrying the guy".

And Serena finished the sentence perfectly. "And I killed a guy, unintentionally"

She realised she forgot to mention one of the main reasons why she was here in the first place, "Speaking of which, Rufus got a news flash from Vanessa that she and Nate are probably moving back to Manhattan".

Blair raised her brows at the news. Nate once told them that he never planned on returning to Manhattan because he wanted to raise his children like Sinbad. Of course, that was a bad joke. "Well Chuck's going to be thrilled now that the love of his life is returning to town"

Serena chuckled at Blair's comment. True, Chuck and Nate, like Serena and Blair, had their ups and downs but are always back together eventually. "Their kids are quite grown up now arent they", Serena tried to recall Nate and Vanessa's children.

Blair sighed, "I guess we'll have to see for ourselves". She took another sip of her tea as she and Serena spent the rest of their day together.

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Spotted: BFFLs S and B are going old school arm in arm by swiping credit cards from Prada to Gucci and to Hermes. So many years on and still so glued together? Place your bets and see how long will it 50 years perhaps? We'll have to wait and watch for sure.

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Henry Bass loved pot.

No, wait. Henry Bass loved women and pot. Henry Bass is as smart as his mother and as screwed-up as his father once used to be. But at the end of the day, no one is allowed to take pot and women away from Henry Bass. No one, except his mother, whom he loved dearly but sometimes find annoying. What do you expect from a boy who started drinking from that sip of heavy champagne his father allowed when he was 10? That champagne, stimulated every BASS DNA, as his mother called, in him.

Henry Bass was brought up in a Yale household where he and his sister were pottytrained to love Yale but somehow, something went wrong somewhere and Yale is technically the last place he wanted to go to. Henry however, fell in love with Harvard. Of course, he never told anyone, besides his sister who also keeps a secret from their mother.

When you're in the Upper East Side, all you need is the cash, the status and the looks and Henry Bass has it all. He was tall for his age, around 6 "2' and well built with his father's seductive eyes and mother's brown hair. His sister was as hot as he was, inheriting all the right genes from their parents.

He lost his virginity when he was 14 years old to a 12 year old on a sneak out night. He had his first taste of pot a year later when Luke Montgomery, his best friend, took him to the dark alley to meet the "pot-man" and never looked back since.

"Who's that?", something moving caught Henry Bass' eye during lunch break on the first day of school. Henry, as usual, was around his super-elite friends where the boys will smoke and eat their lunch and the girls, practically only drinking plain water unhealthily.

Luke turned to his best friend, "Who?".

Henry nodded in the direction of a girl he has never seen before. "That one over there" Her hair was frizzy and her eyes were greyish and her uniform somehow stood out among others as it fitted her body perfectly well in all the right places. And of course, she looked lost with a paper in her hand.

"Freshman fresh", Luke took a puff of his smoke. He could tell easily if she was a freshman or not, he has been with more girls to know how to group them.

Henry fixed his tie and chucked his cigar away, "Excuse me, I have an important mission at hand". He ran his hand across his hair and walked towards her. He was used to these situations and was 100 percent sure that she would be attracted to him, like all the other girls in Constance.

He didn't need to take five minutes to muster up confidence. It was already in his blood, Henry always believed that he was born to be just like his father and there was nothing he could do about it. He cleared his throat as he was approaching, "I see you're lost".

She turned to him, surprised at his notice. Henry thought she looked even more beautiful up close. "I am as a matter of fact", she said, "And I don't think you can help me"

Henry had his Bass smirk on. "How sure are you?"

"Are you a girl?", she raised her brows at him and then held out the paper, "Because I was told that I'm going to an all girls' school"

He moved in closer, close enough to smell her lavender shampoo. "Well if you're curious, I'm sure we can go somewhere private to check if I'm a girl".

She took another step behind and sarcastically said,"Ha-ha, thanks for the volunteer but no thanks. I'm fine myself". She turned away and continued to look around.

"What, are you scared that I'll do something to you", Henry teased in the most inappropriate manner.

And now she was annoyed and insulted. "No, but I'm scared that I couldn't help but call the cops and sue you for sexual harrassment". Henry was taken aback by her rebuttal but still would not let it off, "Interesting, but I doubt that they'll care". He said it in the proudest tone,"Because I'm Henry Bass". The identity card always worked and it's true that he always got away with whatever shitty trouble he has ever gotten into, thanks to his fathers wealth and connection.

She smiled at him, "Nice meeting you Henry. Thanks for the heads up". And then she hurried off, and disappeared into the crowd of swarming girls in the same uniform as her. Henry lost her in the crowd, he sighed and headed back to his clique where Luke had a smirk plastered on his face.

Henry confessed, "And now I understand why you were feeling so dejected over Mia Sanford". He never understood why Luke was so hung up over his sister's best friend, Mia Sanford even after a year of rejection.

"Rejection doesn't come as easy as it seems huh?", Luke teased.

"Nope, certainly not", Henry lit a new cigar as he and Luke continued puffing their way through lunch.

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Spotted: A new girl walked away from H during lunch break and H was looking very disappointed. What's the matter H? Never handled rejection before? On the other hand, the new girl reminded me so much of our once famous spotlight with her very curly hair and grey eyes, could it be that she's the offspring of our former resident boywonder N and his wife V?