【 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ━━ 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 】

𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲, slutty defence squad
𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 - 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵.
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❝ I HAVE DECIDED I want to go into the business direction. Business ethics to be specific." I inform Blair. Looking around the crowd I try to find the eldest Bass, "So... I'm going to ask Bart if I can shadow him." I trail off.

"That's great, V." B smiles, "You really think so?" I ask her, "Yes." she nods. Spotting the man, I suddenly feel nervous. What is easily caught on by my best friend, "No, no, no."

Setting my posture straight, I bite my lip, "You're going over there, and you are going to take that position." Blair tells me. Letting my lip go I swallow thickly as she hands me a champagne glass, "That position is yours. You just have to go over there and take it." she whispers.

Nodding I take a deep breath as B nudges me forward. Walking up to the man we start the conversation with some small talk. Before I break it, "I want to- I need to be depended and who better than the future man of the year."

"You really think I will get it?" he asks me. Taking a sip I nod, "Of course. Who else?" I question, continuing on, he hums, "This Saturday, my office. The first floor, you know how to find it?" Bart asks holding his hand out.

Placing my hand in his, I nod, "Thank you." smile at the man, and opportunity, "Firm handshake." he notes. Making me pull my hand back, "Thanks, again." I breathe out.

As he walks away, I puff out a breath of air I didn't know I was holding in. Squeaking I make my way to our table. Taking the empty seat in between Thomas and Isabel. A smile of disbelief on my face. Catching B's attention yet before she could ask something her attention was stolen away by a sight behind me, "You got to be kidding?"

"This should be fun." Chuck hums. Following their gaze, I see Serena with buzz-cut boy, who's name I'm not aware of. Watching them Tom's soft rubbing on my thigh almost goes unnoticed. That's until he softly squeezes. Causing me to choke on my drink, making them look at me, "Are you okay?" Katie asks.

Nodding I stand up. Placing my napkin on the table, "Yeah," I nod, "I... I need to use the ladies' room. Blair?"

Making the brunette nod, "Right." she confirms. Leaving with me to the closest restroom. As soon as we enter I start to hyperventilate, "I kissed him." I blurt out, "What?" she asks confused, "Last night, he kissed me. And I kissed him." I confess.

While in the dining halls said boy has a talk with his family and a whole other confession was made, but this time by the father, "This party is for you. So you can meet people, become a part of something." Bart Bass informs his eldest son.

"Much like your little brother." he continues squeezing Tom his shoulders, "He went from Tommy to Tom. It's admirable." the father of two hums. Making the youngest nod as he puts his hands in his pockets, "Thank you, father." he nods, "Also, Valerie seems lovely." his father adds with a raised brow.

Immediately clicking what he meant Tom shakes his head, "Oh, we're not together." he denies. Nodding he lets go of his son, "Of course you're not." he hums. Turning to the older boy, he glances at the cup in his hand, "Do me a favour. Lose the scotch, it's barely noon." their father grumbles before leaving.

Leaving a frown on both boys their faces and a sour taste in ones mouth, "The perfect son and the bastard." Chuck scuffs taking a sip, "You are not a bastard."

"We both know he only wanted you. Maybe even two of you. But definitely not me." the older of the two says.

"Just- just go. Go to Nate, and talk. Or not talk, whatever." I tell Blair for the millionth time, "You sure?" she asks for the millionth time, "Yes." I nod, "I'll just talk to Kat and Is. Get distracted by them." I suggest, waving off her worry.

Kissing my cheek she hugs me to her, "Now go." I chuckle as she continues to procrastinate. When she eventually left, I took this opportunity to mingle with some of the businessmen here. Needing some air I leave the main hall only to be quickly passed by Blair, "B—"

As she continues to walk I catch up with her. Taking my hand, she drags me with her, "I need to find Serena her boy-toy." she informs me. Looking around the room I try to find the buzz cutted boy who walked in with her, "Dan!" B calls, "Hey, I'm Blair Waldorf, Serena's friend." she introduces herself.

"Valerie Tesfaye." I glare. Still pissed he punched Tom, "Oh, hey. Yeah, uh, do you know where she is?" he asks, "As a matter of fact, I do."

"Blair!" a third party calls.

Glancing over Nate and Serena walk over fast and a little out of breath, "Serena, there you are. Where were you?" Dan asks her. Yet before Serena could even think of an answer B raises her hand, "She was waiting in a hotel room for my boyfriend." she says dropping a bomb.

"To talk." S defends, "About why we weren't talking." Nate adds.

"What?" I ask confused, "That doesn't sound any smarter the second time." Blair retorts.

"Why weren't you talking?" S new boy-toy questions. Which is a good question as I'm sure he doesn't know all the facts, "Does this have anything to do why you were waiting for Serena this morning?" Dan asks looking at Nate, "You were what?" Blair asks her boyfriend.

"Here I thought you were waiting for me." Charles says as he and Tom walk up, "Exactly what the situation needs; Chuck." Dan sasses, "Okay, back off." Tom says defending his brother.

Looking around the group I make sure none of the adults notice the tension in the air, "Now what's going on here?" buzz cut boy asks, "We were just getting to that." Blair says, "Blair, please, don't do this." S tries.

"Sorry, do you want to tell him?" she questions, "I'll tell him." Chuck hums.

"You know?" Nate, Blair and I ask in unison, "I know everything." he retorts, "And apparently I know nothing." Dan says.

"Count me in on that." Tom hums, "Look, Dan, it- it was a long time ago, and I regret it." Serena starts, "Look, Serena, stop trying to pretend you're a good girl." C denies, "That role is already filled." he continues, looking at me, "What is that supposed to mean?" I ask.

Making a smirk tuck up his lips, "Nothing." he says shaking his head. Rolling my eyes I look away from him, "So... you slept with your best friend's boyfriend. I kind of admire you for it." Chuck tells Serena.

"That's not admirable. You shouldn't support infidelity." I deny, "See, good girl." he points out.

"Is that true?" Dan asks ignoring both Chucks and my words. You can see how heartbroken he is. The girl he has pined over for probably the majority of his teen years turned out to be something completely different than he thought.

"Well, then she ran away. And lied about it." B says adding fuel to the fire.

"I just thought you should know." she continues, "Before you fall head over heels for your perfect girl. And then get left all alone. With no one but your Cabbage Patch Kid." Blair pouts.

"Cabbage Patch Kid?" Tom and I ask in unison, "Did you- did you talk to my sister?" Dan question, "Ah, yeah, little Jenny. I do believe she and I have some unfinished business." Chuck hums making Dan's head snap to him, "You stay away for her." he warns.

"Poor you. So, little time, so many sluts to defend." Chuck says. Those words make Dan push Chuck, as my jaw drops. At both his words and Dan's action the room fell silent, "It's fine- it's fine. Everyone can stop looking." Dan calls out as everyone still looks at us.

"He's a jerk... But it's my fault and I'm leaving." he continues, "I- I will go with you." S announces, "Actually, I'd prefer if you didn't." he denies leaving the room, "Hope you happy?" Nate scuffs, "Not even close." B denies leaving.

Turning to Nate my blood is officially boiling, "Hope you happy?" I ask him, "You cheated. You were an asshole. And now you make her the bad guy?" I continue as my glare gets more prominent, "That's rich." I scuff, moving closer to the boy I make sure his eyes are focused on me. And only me, "You better make it right, and if I see her shed one more tear for you."

"I will make you regret it." I whisper softly. As I do the young Archibald boy notice how dark the girls' eyes got. Swallowing he nods, making me turn around. Leaving the room, "See, good girl." Chuck grins, "What? She looked scary."

"Good girls are always freaks." Charles informs his best friend. Making Tom's jaw clench, "Don't talk about her like that." he warns his brother, "I'm just saying—" Chuck starts, "Don't talk about her like that." he repeats in a lower voice.

Raising his hands he chuckles, "Calm down." he tells his brother. As Serena looks around the group and the mess she made she realizes she maybe shouldn't have come back.

Some might call this a fustercluck. But on the Upper East Side, we call it Sunday afternoon.