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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Some say love is a river.
Some say love is a silly song.
Some say love is all around us, it lifts us up where we belong.
Some say love is hearing laughter in the rain.
But on the Upper East Side, we all know love is pain.
I am currently sitting with Chuck, Nate and Bree Buckley in a tea room.
"Blair said the blood-sucker is back. She said she saw her coffin and telltale Louis Vuitton broom on the floor." I speak.
"Vampires don't ride brooms." Nate laughs at me.
"Leave it to her to start a mutant strain." I say.
"My roommate and I didn't see eye-to-eye at first. I bought ice cream cone cupcakes from Treats Truck and we bonded. She taught me how to say hello in Swahili, Jambo." Bree explains.
"Aww. Do you know what the Swahili is for 'mind your own beeswax?' No reason of course. Just might be useful someday." I smirk up at her.
Chuck pulls me into him, placing his arm over my shoulder.
"So, Bree, you went home last week?" Chuck questions.
"Yeah, tried to mend the 'I'm dating a Vanderbilt' fence. Didn't work. We're southern so family loyalty's really big." Bree explains.
"How's Serena? Still dating Baizen, or has she come to her senses?" Nate asks.
"Carter Baizen? Is he in town? I heard he was away on business." Bree questions.
"He is. Traveling is so important. Bree, have you ever thought about traveling? Somewhere far away?" I ask smirking before reaching for my drink.
"I wasn't aware you knew Carter." Chuck states.
"Yeah. Our families used to vacation together. I've been trying to track him down." Bree reveals.
"You did more than vacation together." I say glaring at her.
Chuck gives my shoulder a squeeze to calm me down.
"Mind if I order for the table?" Bree asks us.
"She was in Shanghai last year." Nate tells us, smiling proudly.
"Nate doesn't like tofu and he hasn't eaten pork since he saw Babe.. with Blair." I emphasize the Blair part smiling at Bree.
I want to get under her skin.
"Well, okay, um, I'll let you guys fend for yourself. If you'll excuse me." She says leaving the table.
