ILLICIT AFFAIRS. Gossip Girl

Fashion and drama

When white tents blossom in Bryant Park it can only mean one thing. Fashion Week. The time of year when any Park Ave princess would trade her Prada pochette for front row seats to the best shows. We hear the seating chart for Eleanor Waldorf's show is being made by our very own B. And rumor has is our residential angel will not be walking for Waldorf's designs like usual, but she will be walking for Fendi, seems like B and V still haven't made up.

      Viola found herself being poked and prodded at by a Fendi designer with a very extravagant hairstyle. She was usually walking for Waldorf's Designs but when she hadn't heard a word from Eleanor for weeks, she decided Fendi would be the next best thing. In previous years, Viola would walk for Eleanor and when she got backstage Serena and Blair would be waiting with large smiles and wrap the girl in a group hug while giggling. This year however, Viola would walk the stage for Fendi and when she gets done with her walk no one would be there to congratulate her. Well that's not completely true. Viola's mother will be in the front row for her magazine that she's writing a column for. As head editor her mother usually never writes anything but once a year during fashion week her mother would write her own few pages of the festivities and designs. An article that every brand at fashion week dread to come out.

"You have to hold still" The designer who she learned was named Florence spoke to the girl an annoyed expression on her face. Viola only rolled her eyes and did her best to ignore the poking of Florence, dreading school the next day.

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      It was a weird scene to witness. Both of her parents were home when she came downstairs to leave for school. But that wasn't the weird part, the weird part was that they were talking and laughing, they stopped when they noticed their second born standing in the doorway confused.

"Viola dear why don't you come eat with us" Her mother spoke and Viola could only nod her head and join her parents at the table. As she reached for a blueberry muffin her mother stopped her.

"You are walking for Fendi in just a couple of days, no carbs. I'll have Sarah whip up a fruit bowl for you" Viola did her best to not roll her eyes but just nod her head. This was the exact reason she rarely models anymore.

"So, Viola, how are your studies coming?" Her father spoke to her as her mother left the table.

"Straight As as of now"

"Good, Columbia wouldn't allow anything else" Viola smiled at his response because unlike Nate she wanted to go to the college her parents picked out for her. Columbia is gorgeous with great journalism and business courses, it was also still in the city and Viola wouldn't have it any other way.

"You know father, since I already have my college picked out I was thinking of joining Blair while she looked around Yale" Her eyes pleaded at her father to say yes.

"That sounds fine to me Viola" She couldn't contain her smile, her plan to get Blair back might actually work. So, before her mother could come back she rose from her chair, gave her father a quick peck on the cheek and darted out the door.

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      Like most recent days Viola spent her free time at Constance with Collin, Chuck, and occasionally Nate. Seeing as she was practically banned from going anywhere near the met steps. And unlike any other day she didn't go home or to the area Fendi was renting out she took the car to Maddison Square Garden and sat in the owners box (as the practice rink was currently under construction). Ever since Viola was a freshman she found herself watching practices after a rough day, it was usually the days when Serena and Blair were fighting, but now it was because her and Blair were fighting. 

As she watched the men skate around her mind began racing with thoughts of her and Blair's fight. And she couldn't help but wonder why Serena has been ignoring her just as much. Viola was always there for both girls whenever they got into fights but when Viola needed her blonde friend most she simply ignored her. 

Viola isn't quite sure how long she's been there for before she was snapped out of her daze by someone clearing their throat from behind her. Turning her head to face the man behind her she got herself a quick glance at the sweaty player, he was tall with broad shoulders and beautiful dirty blonde hair. After her quick glance she turned back facing the now empty ice.

"I was told it was my turn to get you out of the box" Definitely Swedish.

"If you insist" Viola began to stand grabbing her purse as she did so.

"Huh"

"What?"

"I was told you would put up a bigger fight" Viola began to walk closer to the stranger aiming for the door but stopped at his comment.

"Well rookie I have places to be this time"

"Like where"

"Why would I tell you? So you can murder me with a hockey stick?" her sarcasm was obvious but the poor European didn't pick up on it.

"I don't think that would work"

"Have you tried?" With that Viola left the box leaving a very confused Rookie behind her.

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      Viola was rushed to backstage to put on her dress by a Fendi worker. With all the commotion and the fact she hasn't ate since four pm yesterday she was only feeling slightly lightheaded. But after she put on the gorgeous dress and was sitting in her chair getting her hair and makeup done she remembered why she used to love modeling. Felling dolled up and the anticipation of walking onto the runaway was such a great feeling and for a few moments nothing felt wrong. Until she looked around at her fellow models who each had a friend or two with them and giving encouraging words to each other, and suddenly nothing ever felt so wrong. But Viola knew better. So she pushed those feelings away and focused on the task in front of her.

"Viola you're on in ten" She was ushered to stand behind a beautiful blonde with only one other girl in front of them. Finally she was given the signal to go out and the claps and flashes made her want to die. But finally she was backstage and taking off her dress as fast as possible, holding her tears back until she got into the car that awaited her.

It wasn't until much later when she made an appearance at the after party in a vintage Fendi dress. She continued to smile at the cameras until a familiar blonde grabbed her arm to pull her into a photo with Poppy and Serena. Instead of telling off the blonde and causing a scene she stayed quiet and kept her fake smile going.

If there's one thing I learned. It's that there would be no gossip without secrets. You might be brave enough to reveal your secret only to have it used against you. Or someone else's secret might affected you in unexpected ways. There are some secrets you're only too happy to keep. Others surface might be buried away deeper than they were before. But the most powerful secrets are the truth that you thought you could never reveal that once spoken, change everything. But don't worry B, the brightest stars burn out the fastest, or at least thats what I heard. Waiting for a star to fall.

XOXO, Gossip Girl

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Im sorry for the short chapter but Im so excited to write the next one where they go to Yale HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE