Welcome to the Upper East Side of Manhattan, New York. Here you can find some of the most privileged youth in all the nation. London Kohler has got it all. Money, power, and friends. But there's something missing in her life. Find out what it is. XO...
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The White Party was an annual Hamptons occasion.
All of the wealthiest hottest families attended to talk business and enjoy some good alcohol.
This summer would be no different except James would be accompanying me as my date.
As we walk into the venue he says "All of that is just saying what I wanted to talk to you about earlier is that my feelings for you have gotten stronger. And that-" I cut him off by laughing and saying "Oh you're so funny" spotting Chuck watching us from afar.
James was obviously confused by my change of mood and so he asks me "Did I say something funny?"
Chuck is still watching us so I ignore Jame's question and pull him in for a long kiss.
When we pull away he looks around hoping no one had seen our big display of PDA but scuffs when he notices Chuck across from us.
"You've been using me to make that guy jealous!" he exclaims.
"I have not." I try to say with an honest face but fail.
"You know it's no wonder you hate Charade. It hits too close to home." he says looking pretty angry with me.
"James, look you don't understand. Chuck is an awful person. He does terrible things. He uses people." I try to explain.
"And you think you're any different? I can't believe I've been so stupid. I bet you don't even like me at all." he replies.
"That's not true. I find you very.." I pause trying to come up with a word "interesting?" I say but it comes out more like a question.
"Unbelievable." he starts.
"You are too interested in yourself to get to know me and to give us a chance. You two deserve each other." James' finishes before storming away.
I watch him walk off running a hand through my hair in frustration when Chuck decides to grace me with his presence, "You really know how to hurt people. I admire you for it."
"This is all your fault. You were the one who left me. Grant it I would have never had to try to pursue a relationship with James if this had not happened." I tell him trying to push his hand off me.
"I didn't make you do anything, angel. You were just yourself. Don't you see? We're the same. Stop trying to fight it." Chuck claims.
"I will fight until my last dying breath, because any resemblance to you is something I would hate about myself." I explain before walking away from Chuck.
I spent an hour looking for James when I finally find him outside alone.
Sighing I state "You were right. I used you as a weapon against Chuck. I didn't need you to be interesting, so I never really listened when you talked. I just needed you to look good. Which you do. I also needed to feel something again after my relationship with Chuck ended. And I..I thought I could do that with you. I'm sorry."
James surprisingly looks up at me with a light smile once I finish my apology. "I'm afraid we have something in common. I um haven't been honest with you." he admits.
"Oh, well spill." I say.
"I don't go to Georgetown or Princeton, or any school, for that matter. I'm afraid I slipped up on that detail. My name is actually Marcus Campbell. I'm British and a lord." James' confesses.
"Wait what?" I ask, clearly confused.
"I didn't tell you because most women I meet only like me for my title. I vowed the next time to pretend to be a common American and see what happened. But after a couple days with you, I was afraid if I told you the truth you'd hate me for lying in the first place."
"Well I don't hate you for lying. The title is great and all, but what I'd like more than anything is a little honesty for a change. From both of us." I explain looking up at him with a smile.
"When you told me I was interesting, I could tell you wanted to say boring or uninteresting." Marucs starts with a little laugh.
"No one ever tells me things like that. I liked it. Now, tell me, what else do you thing about me?" he asks.
We both laugh as I began to tell him my true opinions on him as we walk back into the venue.
As the party coms to an end I stand outside the venue waiting for Marcus to bring his car out front so we could leave together.
I feel a presence behind me so I turn around only to come face to face with Chuck.
"Chuck, are you not done trying to destroy my night?" I question, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Look, I should have never abandoned you. I knew I made the wrong decision as soon as I left the hotel. Distracted myself all summer, hoping I wouldn't feel it, but I still do." he tells me truthfully, looking into my eyes.
"Chuck if you really had regretted that decision you would have immediately came back to me..to us. And distracting yourself with other women all summer really doesn't help your case at all." I voice.
"I was scared. Scared that if we spent the whole summer together, just us, then you'd see." Chuck starts.
"See what?" I question.
"Me. London, please don't leave with him." he pleads, picking up my hand in his.
"Why? Give me a reason, and I'm Chuck Bass doesn't count." I state.
All I needed was one good excuse and I would go back to him.
"Because you don't want to."
"Not good enough." I reply, shaking my head.
"I don't want you to." Chuck continues.
"It's not enough." I tell him.
"What else is there?" he asks.
"The true reason I should stay right where I am and not get in that car. Three words. Eight letters. Say it and I'm yours." I speak looking straight into his eyes.
"I...I" Chuck tries to complete his sentence but fails miserably.
"Thank you. That's all I needed to hear." I say removing myself from his arms.
Marcus finally pulls up with the car so I leave Chuck to go with Marcus.
I want Chuck more than anything but it's clear he's not ready for us.
To be in a real loving honest relationship.
I need, no, I deserve better and Marcus can be that person for me.
At least for now.
They say summer love is fleeting, but sometimes what starts as a fling can lead to the real thing.
A simple trip to the beach could be all it takes to clear our heads and open our hearts.
And write a new ending to an old story.
There are those who got burned by the heat.
They just want to forget and start over.
While there are others who want each moment to last forever.
But everyone can agree on one thing: tans, fade, highlights go dark and we all get sick of sand in our shoes.
But the end of summer is the beginning of a new season.
