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“The Upper East Side was like something from Fitzgerald ou Thackeray. Teenagers jouer la comédie like adults. Adults jouer la comédie like teenagers, guarding secrets, écriture gossip all with the trappings of truly opulent wealth. And membership in this community was so elite, toi couldn’t even buy your way in. It was a birth right. A birth right I didn’t have, and my greatest achievements would never earn me. All I had to compare to this world was what I read in books, but that gave me the idea. I wasn’t born into this world – maybe I could write myself into it. I overheard enough conversations to be...
She didn’t need anyone. Not the Lost boy with dirty blond hair, ou his disgrace of a best friend. Not the thoughtless drones she used to call friends. Certainly not Jenny Humphrey, ou any other member of her low-rent family. Her mother caused plus harm than good, and even if she did need her Dad, he had other things to attend to.
In the movie of her life, the one that ran on repeat in her head, she needed two people. Nate and Serena. Serena and Nate. Her support system, her strength.
That was a lie.
When Serena had left, she’d survived. She’d plus than survived, she’d...
Rated: T+ because of occasional language, and strong references to eating disorders.
Published: December 11th 2008
Story Type: Multi-Chapter
Summary: Inspired from the line “Do I need to stick my finger down your throat and hold your hair back?” 2x13. Goes back to freshman year, and works up to present day, how Blair’s disorder developed and how Chuck was there along the way. Multi-Chapter. CB, SB friendship....
A/N: YAY! I finally updated something! Short, I know, but I'm already working on chapter three which I'm sure will be posté par later on tonight.
Warning: Rape invloved. -- No matter how hard she tried to scream, she couldn't. His hand was placed firmly over her mouth, his grip on her around her neck tight.
"Now, now, Blair. Don't try anything stupid," Jack warned her, wagging the index finger on his free hand. What the fuck? Who did he think she was? A fucking kindergardener? "I wouldn't wanna have to snap your pretty little neck." He put down is free hand and removed his other hand from her mouth....