Chapter Seven - Pre School Drama

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Vanessa and I rode up in the lift. I felt bad, I had been feeling really bad since she decided to come anyway and I had this awful feeling that things were about to go to shit.

"V, there is something you should know but I don't know how to say it." I state vaguely

"Okay?" her eyebrows furrowed.

"Nate...." the doors opened and the party was in full swing. I had an internal groan as we stepped out. I looked around for Nate, I shouldn't have to tell her. He should, he also shouldn't be doing what he's doing. I saw him being taken away by the Duchess.

"Come with me." I pulled her along. I followed them, caught subtly in the act. I pointed to them.

"Nate?" they looked at us, mainly at Vanessa who had a hurt look on her face, then the light's went out.

"Everyone, stay calm. I'm sure the power will be back on in a second." I heard Blair and Vanessa walked away. I however walked up to the Duchess.

"We haven't been formally introduced. I'm Rosalie Bass." I held out my hand, she looked at it for a moment then took it i pulled her closer  and twisted her arms around

"If I ever catch wind of you hurting my friends. And I mean ever, I might just have to accidentally meet your husband and have a casual conversation about your extramarital activities." I threatened menacingly

"You wouldn't hurt Nate."

"Awn that's funny, you think I'm not above prioritising who has my support. I have a nasty revenge streak and I do owe Nate. Haven't you heard? The new Generation plays dirty." I shoved her against the wall and made my way over to Blair.

"Blair, let's find some torches and candles. Let's see what's going on." She nodded. We found out it was a city wide blackout. We then found candles and torches. The cater staff were given  what hey needed and we came back out.

"It's a city wide blackout, but we have candles. Everything's fine." Blair calmly told them as we handed them out and lit them up. I then sat down and waited.

"Rosie." Blair came over sounding desperate "I did something, stupid." She crouched down next to me

"Uh-oh. What did you do now?"

"I schemed with Duchess against Nate and Vanessa." I groaned "And your brother came on to me earlier."

"Chucks here?" was my first response "Of course, a chance to torture you. Why am I not surprised. Blair I love you, but I'm not digging you out of this one."

"Rosie."

"Blair, stop. I'm not in the mood okay. I'm just not." I ran off and upstairs into the spare room.  I looked out of the windward the darkened city. I don't know how long I stared out of the window but the lights came back on.

"Marcus!" I heard Blair yell. My eyebrows furrowed and I left the room to see what was going on. In Blairs room was the lady herself, Chuck and Marcus. Chuck was holding his face.

"What's going on? Chuck?" I walked over to him and pulled his hand away, it looked sore. Marcus stormed out, Blair followed

"What did you do now?" i sighed examining his face.

"I'm fine." he replied you've been crying though. he wiped away the tears I hadn't realised rolled down my face.

"It's nothing, we need to get you some ice." I mumbled trying to pull away from him but he retaining his grip

"No it's not, why are you upset?" he questioned. It was almost comforting how fast he could go from a selfish dick to a doting brother

"Chuck you just got punched."

"So what's new? Why are you upset? Tell me who hurt you and I will hurt them." he held my face in his hands. I took his hands away.

"I'm going to get you some ice." I walked out of the room.

"Rosie!" I stopped on the steps Chuck clashed behind me. Marcus and Blair were making out. I looked back at my brother who looked hurt but then looked back at me.

"I'm taking you home." He told me taking my hand and leaning me past the two and to the elevator.

"Chuck, about what happened."

"That is not my concern, right now." We stepped in and left. As we sat in the limo driving back home be began to talk.

"So what's the matter?" I didn't say anything "Come on sis, talk to me."

"Am I unlovable?" I questioned

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