【 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ━━ 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 】

𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝘀𝗶𝘅, risk it all
𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 - 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀.
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THERE'S A WEAK LINK in every chain and it's just a matter of time before this one snaps.

My peers that attended the unauthorised party were being interviewed. Excluding me. Leaving me desperate for any type of information as to what is happening, "You're taking that paper seriously." Charles Bass hums seeing his best friend write.

"It's not a paper. It's a heartfelt letter to Blair." Nate informs the boy, not wavering his eyes from the paper, "A heartfelt letter?" Thomas asks surprised, actually paying attention instead of being attached to his phone.

While Chuck's confused and frankly annoyed - at this point - by the feeling in his stomach, "Who spayed you, man? Blair doesn't even want you. She has been crystal about that since we got back." the scarved man reminds the Archibald.

"Didn't seem that way when she kissed me at the pool." he retorts, "She kissed you?"

"Well, I kissed her, but... Yeah." he nods. Shifting his gaze between his two best friends, "Was she like, into it? Or what she more like-?" Charles asks.

"Of course she was into it, man. What do you think?"

"I think that this letter is bullshit." Tom voices.

Where the remaining two raise their brows at, "You have been glued to your phone ever since we got back." Nate retorts, "Or more to someone." Chuck scuffs, "Staring with a V, ending in alerie." he smirks.

"Val?" Thomas scuffs, "What? No." he denies weakly, "We know, man. It's fine." Nate reassures, "You know nothing." he denies, "Besides we were talking about Blair, and we all know her."

"Yes, I do." Nathaniel grins. Making the Bass man cringe their nose, "I think she wants me to suffer a little more. You know, even the playing field." he adds.

"You slept with her best friend." Tom reminds him, "It's worth it. Believe me." Nate says, a grin coming to his face, "I will because I don't want to know." he shakes his head.

Laying on my bed, B was having a party to write the paper. Which I don't have to write. Sighing I continue to stare at the ceiling, silently building up the courage to go downstairs. A knock on my door cause my eyes to shift. Thereby connecting with a set of beautiful orbs, "I come in peace."

Smiling at him, I stand up. Pulling said boy into a hug, "I missed you." I confess. Not the confession I thought I would make. But I did. Making the boy chuckle as he pulls me closer, "Did you now?" he asks, pulling away I nod. His eyes boring into mine, "B, won't tell me anything that happened after I left. And your texts saved me from prison." I quickly say.

Stepping back, falling on my bed, "You were working." Tom reminds me, "It was the middle of the day on a Monday. No one goes to the hardware store at that time. Only serial killers and divorces." I retort.

Two - in denial - teens were filling each other in on everything they couldn't fit into emoticons and texts. Lonely boy learned that when the punishment fits the crime, there's no reason you can't serve your sentence in style.

"You... you have to write your paper." I remind him. Not sure how we got so close, "I know." he nods. Swallowing, my eyes shift to his lips. Watching them carefully I bite down mine, quickly realising what I was doing.

Yet before I could start an explanation, those soft lips were on mine. And this time it was different.

There was no reason they should be, no mood was being set, no weddings. Just us, in a room. Placing my hands on his shoulders, he places his on my waist. Both pulling closer, and closer, as close as humanly possible.

While his brother gets confronted with his crimes by the blond's boyfriend. Only to be informed that if either he or his brother gets expelled. A wing is donated in the Bass name. It earns them security of a good future, no matter what they do.

Seated on top of him, his buttons open. His hands gliding over my ass. Pulling away slowly, I admire the boy under me. As he glides his finger between my breast immediately gaining my full attention. Leaning up, he presses soft kisses to my neck. Gawning my lip, I try not to make any noises. But a small moan slips out.

A loud knock snaps my eyes open. Sitting up, he places a soft kiss on my lips.

"Val!" the obnoxious sound of her voice calls.

Groaning he lays back as the knocking continues. Sighing, I run a hand through my hair. Standing up from my seat on him, I close my dress. Opening the door to Penelope, Kati and Is, "Why was the door locked?" Kati asks, "Need anything?" I ask, ignoring her question.

As the boy in my bed moves, they all look, "Oh, were you two..." Is trails off. Looking between all of them I don't know what to say, "We will leave you to it." Penelope winks.

Making a heat rush to my cheeks. As they pull the door close. My hand still on the nob, I turn around, "Let's go downstairs." I suggest, "That's a good idea." he agrees. Buttoning his shirt, kissing my lips as he stands up. Rubbing my jaw, he kisses them again, "We should go." I whisper.

Descending down the stairs, Chuck grabs Vanessa's arm. My brows raising at the action, "Hey! Last time I checked I still owe you a black eye. So unless this is you coming to claim it. Stay away from her." Dan snaps angrily. Leaving the writing session, "Everything okay?" Tom asks, breaking the silence.

As B takes my arm, pulling me into the kitchen, "That bitch has a tape." she curses, "She makes videos, that's normal."

"Not her stupid documentary. She has a tape that Chuck says that we..." she trails off, "Had sex." I fill in. Where she sighs at, "Then we will take it back." I reassure, "How?"

"I don't know but we will." I tell her, pulling her into my arms.

The next day at school. The documentary director thinks the Waldorf woman is going to grovel. But she didn't. As where Chuck knows what people want. That everyone wants something else. Offering ten thousand dollars for the tape. Not forgetting to mention how Blair's an amateur.

Who knew B and C. Where such patrons of the arts? Call it philanthropy or bribery. It looks like everyone has their price.

At the end of the school day, I went to work. While our new headmistress informed them that she does not oblige to dishonest. Encouraging the young Archibald to leave, "This just in. Nate Archibald, dead man walking. We hear St. Jude's has a new policy. An eye for a lie." I read out loud.

Rolling my eyes at the blast, "She won't stop." I mumble. My manager looking up, "Who won't stop?" he questions, "My new headmistress. She's out for blood." I explain to the Italian man, "Do you know anything?" my manager, Mateo Russo, asks.

Where I shake my head too, "No, no one does. That's the problem." I groan.

"He told the headmistress it was his because he thought it was mine." B says, walking into my room. As I place my stuff down, "And I couldn't say it." she sighs. Laying on my bed, "Why not?"

Taking out my binder, "When I do, Chuck will tell him what we did."

"It will hurt both of you. He's not going to tell his best friend, that he slept with his girlfriend." I remind her, "He's Chuck." she retorts, "And he might be a psycho. But he won't go for self-destruction." I reassure.

Looking at my clock, "It's twelve, B. Go to bed." I pull her off my bed, "I promise, tomorrow things will be better." leading her to our shared bathroom.

The next morning, I run through the halls. With my name being called, I look back, "Can't, need to run." I say back. My heels clicking against the floor, "Miss Queller, can I have a moment of your time?" I ask out of breath.

The woman shifting her eyes over the young woman, "My office." she nods. Sighing relieved, we walk in. Talking about my options, "I... I'm trying to get detached from my dad. Financially, I wanted to know if I still can go." I continue to explain.

"Are you saying that you are in no state of paying this year?"

"No." I deny quickly, "Highschool is being paid for. But I just want to know if I can be detached by the time I go to college." I sigh.

"Maybe have fewer hours, more for work. Extra credits, anything." I offer. Where she sighs, intertwining her own fingers. Resting her chin on them, "Miss Tesfaye, you're second in classes. The highest GPA. No record of wrong so. Enough volunteering." Queller lists.

"I can safely say that if you keep this up. Any school would be lucky to have you. Even if you miss hours and make extra credit." she reassures. Exiting the office with a newfound feeling of relief. Leaving it able for me to text the boy as much as I want.

"Thomas." Bart Bass says softly.

Gaining his son's attention, "I'm putting my phone away." he nods, pocketing said device.

Celebrating the addition to their family, "How glad are you to see our families merge, sis?" Chuck asks amused. Making his nose cringe, "So, glad that if you ever call me that again. It's the last thing you say, Chuck." Serena retorts disgusted.

"I love it, out first brother/sister squabble. I hope you're going to make yourself available for more missed childhood memories." he smirks, "Bathing together, for example."

"Keep it out of the family, please. It's creepy." Tom tells his brother.

Doing my homework, my phone buzzes. Continuing to write down, it buzzes again. Not being able to let it go, I pick up my phone.

"Chuck is being creepy." Tom starts, resuming our conversation. Making me chuckle softly, "Isn't he always?" I ask amused, "My family is a lot." he sighs, a door closing from his side of the line.

"You are not that bad." I reassure.

"I wasn't talking about me." he replies. Humming I stand up. Playing with my sleeves, "Of course you weren't." I smile.

Falling on my bed, "So.. what are you wearing?" he asks slowly. Looking down to his shirt, "Your shirt." I inform him, "Ooh, tell me more." he smirks.

Making a blush rise to my cheeks. As he continues to whisper, biting down his lip, the same as me, "Hey-" he starts, his phone being taken away. His eyes connecting with those of his dad, "Father."

Said man's blue orbs shifting to the screen, "Thomas will call you back. Later." the deep voice starts. Where I nod to, "Yeah, of course." the call ending, "Stop talking to your girlfriend and participate." he tells his son.

"She's not my girlfriend." he replies, catching his phone. Both not wavering their eyes for each other, "Then stop calling your..." Bart trails off, trying to get the right word filled in.

"Friend." Tom fills, "Stop calling your friend."