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❝𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

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❝𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮..❞

𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 iron out in preparation for today, I wanted to look presentable for the Ivy mixer. I needed to get the Yale rep on my side and follow the Waldorf legacy. Nathaniel would forget all about Serena when he saw me in this outfit he'd want to grab me and kiss me. My phone buzzed as I finished curling my luscious brown hair, the only things about myself I liked was my attitude and my hair, smile maybe. But the rest of me; I wanted to hide.

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚? 𝙎𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙄𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙨.

As I blinked applying my mascara my phone vibrated violently, I glanced down at my phone as it read Chuck. "He just doesn't give it a rest." I sighed before putting my mascara away and looking through my jewelry for my A.W silver ring, it's my signature. My phone continued to buzz as I sighed finally picking up the phone. "What do you want Chuck?" I asked her placing my ring on my pinky finger. "And a hearty hello to you too Waldorf." He smirked as I scoffed placing him on speaker as I got dressed.

𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙨- 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣?

"Hilarious, why are you calling? Did you miss me?" I smirked applying lip gloss and stepping into my navy pencil skirt, I liked the way Chuck would give into my harmless flirts. "Always my darling, how about we stare into each others eyes with our clothes off." He flirted down the phone as I took a sharp breathe in. "Blue or black?" I replied. "Excuse me?" He asked. "Headband, choose." I instructed. "I like a woman in charge, what are you wearing?" Chuck grinned. "I'm not having phone sex! I want your opinion." I scolded.

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