"Sangre Azul"
By SnowyOwl17 and Tenshi noyo ryu taiga aka Peyton Leigh
Disclaimer: We do not own Roswell or Gossip Girl. The "Gossip Girl" we set up for this fic (the email) is in no way the real Gossip Girl.
Summary: When Liz Parker's parents get a divorce, she has to move all the way to NYC where she has to meet and blend in with Chuck Bass and the Upper East Side. Problem is, in New York, everyone loves a good scandal. And what bigger scandal is there than the Chuck Bass... taken? Seems like everyone's going to be watching Gossip Girl for this scoop.
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Chapter Three:
Thoughts of Chuck Bass and his 'inquiry' about a date wouldn't leave her mind as she walked farther and farther away from him. His arrogance was both amusing and annoying to her at the same time.
On one hand she really liked that a guy could where a sweater like his and still be one of the most confident and arrogant people she had ever met. On the other hand, she knew that the arrogance came from his last name…something that she was still not comfortable with, especially considering her own last name.
She had to admit though, he was gorgeous. And he was obviously very much the kind of guy she went for…tall...dark…gorgeous.
She smiled slightly to herself at the controlled, neat yet messy at the same time hair. And his chocolate brown eyes were far warmer than Max's had ever been, yet still held a steel glint.
She sighed as the smile fell from her face.
His arrogance was something she could have dealt with if it hadn't been something, she was sure was caused from the Bass name. She knew that her rejection had probably pissed him off, but if he was like some of the Upper East Side Elite…she wasn't sure if she wanted to start a relationship with someone who was like that. People more concerned with their last name and what it could get them than anything else.
Maybe she shouldn't judge him just yet. After all, she only spent a whopping ten minutes with the man.
Sighing, she realized that she had finally made her way back to her penthouse apartment that she shared with her mother. This was by far her least favorite place in all of Manhattan…at least it was when her mother was around. The apartment wasn't so bad when she had the place to herself. Then she could where sweats around the place and not have her mother look at her like she had just committed the worst fashion offence in history… which in Manhattan, it was.
Dejectedly she made her way into the building and passed the front desk.
"Good Afternoon, Miss. Van Leih," said the desk attendant.
She gave the elder man a smile. She was sure he had been working there for a long time, but since she and her mother had moved in, he had been nothing but pleasant to both her and her mother…even when her mother was a royal bitch to him. He was a sweet old man so she always said 'Hello' and gave him a pleasant smile.
The closer the elevator got to the penthouse the more she began to think that staying at the café and dealing with an arrogant and overly confident society boy might not have been so bad after all. At least it would have kept her from her mother's latest chatter about her latest functions or gossip that was going around.
Gossip was fine, after all she had listened to Maria gossip about everything under the sun back home, but the things her mother would come back to the penthouse with, were truly astounding. One time, her mother had told her about the wife that had found her husband sleeping with one of the maids so she had gone out and spent mass amounts of his money before having her own affair with the cook…seriously she had sat there for twenty minutes in shock.
The ding of the elevator reaching the penthouse brought her out of her thoughts of her mother's new and exciting world that she seemed to be getting dragged into no matter how much she dug her heals in. She groaned inwardly as she saw her mother on the phone in the living room with this voice that could make the majority of the population cringe. There was no need for a voice to go up that many octaves over a freaking gala.
Sighing, she made her way to her wing of the apartment to put her bags in her room. She tried not to dwell too much on the extravagancy of her room. It didn't seem fair to her that her bedroom here could be the size of her apartment back home, where her father was still sleeping in a bedroom the size of her new closet.
She placed her bags on her king sized bed. 'Only the best for a Van Leih!' her mother had exclaimed when she had insisted that she get a King rather than a full or a queen. Not that it mattered what Liz said. Her mother had told the maid her own specifications, regardless of Liz's wants.
She was setting her sunglasses on her bureau when her mother came in her room, literally gliding through the door. "Oh Liz, you are never going to believe what Vivian Coates just told me."
Liz had to bite her tongue to keep her sarcastic comment about some new society scandal to herself. It would not go over well with her mother and the last thing she really wanted to do with her mother at the moment was get into an unnecessary fight. "What, Mom?"
She watched as her mother got all giddy. She had a feeling that if it hadn't been an 'improper' action her mother would be doing some kind of happy dance at the moment.
"There is a gala in two weeks that is being held in the Honor of one of the New York Supreme Court Justices," she said happily.
Liz looked at her mother in confusion, "I thought Grandmother and Grandfather had already said we had to go to that one?"
Her mother nodded, "They did, but they said that it was just for the political families of New York. Vivian said that the Judges wife changed it so that anyone of Upper East Side Manhattan could and would be attending. This means you'll get to meet some of the peers you will be attending Constance Billards with and even some of the fine young men that will be attending the brother school to Constance, St. Jude's."
Liz really did groan at the look on her mother's face, "Mom, I am already going to the gala, please, for my sanity, don't start setting me up on any dates. Let me just meet my new peers and start making friends. I have only been in Manhattan for a month; I really don't want to have the matchmaking process start already."
Her mother seemed to deflate a bit at her statement. She could tell that her mother really wanted her to make friends and find a 'nice young man', which was all fine and good, except her mother had a habit of picking out 'suitors' that would appeal to her rather than her daughter.
Sighing, she closed her eyes and immediately regretted what she was about to let come out of her mouth, "Mom, I am going to go shopping for a dress for the gala tomorrow, are there any suggestions you have?"
She was happy that her mother seemed to be distracted from the topic of possible matches for her, but the topic of shopping was nearly just as bad.
"Oh, that's right you don't have a gown yet, do you?" her mother gasped as if scandalized.
"Mom, don't worry, I won't stop shopping tomorrow until I find a gown. Besides I'm sure I will be able to quire something. After our first shopping trip, every store, boutique, and jewelry store knows who I am," she hated that fact, but it was true and it was also something she didn't see herself being allowed to escape anytime soon. So she was taking the Michael 'Stonewall' Guerin approach…quietly sit on the sidelines and watch as the sales people made fools out of themselves and inwardly make fun of them.
Michael wasn't big on hearing about her shopping trips but she knew he found her tales of the sales people both amusing and disturbing at the same time.
She stood there as she took in her mother's 'advice'. "Get a gown that is both the latest trend but is also formal. The gala is formal and requires those attending to wear ball gowns and tuxedos. And be sure to find a color that will compliment your skin tone; maybe a lighter color to showcase your tan complexion. Or maybe a richer color to bring out your eyes and hair…"
Sighing, Liz blocked out the rest of her mother's 'advice' as she began moving around her room and putting away her new clothes; she injected the appropriate 'okay' and 'sounds good' every now and then. Besides she knew that once she got her mother talking about fashion she was never really listening to her responses anyway.
Well, well, well. Seems like New Girl isn't taking to the life of the rich and famous very well. Poor little New Girl, don't you know? Life in the Upper East Side's not about happiness… it's about getting what you want and decimating everything in your way. If New Girl continues her interest in C, she's going to end up with a close-up of that fact. Queen B may be done with her man, but that doesn't mean she'll let New Girl play. Better watch your back, new girl…
And who am I? Now, that's a secret I'll never tell. The only one.
XOXO
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