Manhattan's Elite

Chapter 9

Talk about making a splash. Chuck and Princess M were spotted taking a swim at the White Party. Lucky for M, her Golden Boy was there to save her. Could this mean beef between Golden Boy and Mr.Bass? Keeping you posted.
-Gossip Girl

Madison's Pov:

I smiled, standing on the front porch of the house as Nate pecked my cheek. "I'm going to get the car," he whispered before quickly jogging over to it. I smiled, leaning against the pillar as I waited. I felt a hand on my waist as I turned, frowning. "Chuck don't you know when to quit," I spat coldly. He sighed.

"Don't get upset, M. We were having a good time, don't spoil it," he muttered. I scoffed.

"You spoiled it by first just stating that we weren't exclusive. Leveling me to just another girl you could find. And then. Then you start fucking my sister," I scoffed, shaking my head. "Admit it Chuck, I was nothing to you. Nothing but a quickie for you here and then. To come and itch your scratch," I said tears brimming my eyes. "You were starting to mean something to me, you know that. I started to care about what you did and who you were with. I was stupid," I croaked. "I was falling in love with you Chuck," I said, seeing his face expression change.

He weakly grabbed my hand, "I-I don't know what to say..." he trailed off. I scoffed harshly pulling my hand away.

"Of course you don't. You're not made to love Chuck. You're not made to commit. The only thing you commit to is your playboy persona," I said shaking my head. "Just- just don't come looking for me anymore," I said coldly, seeing Nate pull up as I quickly went to the car, drying my tears as I got in.

The rest of the summer I spent with Nate. Although we had an amazing time together, we decided it would be best to stay friends. For the sake of his friendship with Chuck and my sisterhood with Blair's. Blair was off to college by the time I came back so we haven't done our fair share of bonding but we both agreed it was best to leave this summer behind us. As for Chuck, I haven't spoken to him and I would never plan to. This was my senior year and I needed to figure my life out.

Over the summer I was experimenting with lyrics and music. I was just trying out things. I walked downstairs, seeing an empty dining room in front of me. I pursed my lips, quietly going to sit down. Dorota smiled as she walked in from the kitchen, handing me a plate of pancakes.

"Your mother should be back from Paris. Soon," she hummed as I laughed weakly, grabbing the syrup.

"Don't worry. I'm used to an empty house the first day of school. Just hoping it would be different for my last year," I said as she smiled. I furrowed my brows. "Gee Dorota, you can try and show some sympathy," I laughed weakly before turning to the elevator. I squealed, seeing my dad and Roman. I happily ran over.

"Happy first day of senior year darling!" he said happily as I hugged both of them tightly. As my father pulled away, Roman handed me a bouquet of daisies. I smiled, happily taking them.

"We crossed paths with your mother before we came. She wished you the very best of luck," he said as I smiled weakly.

"And," my father added. "She also said that we can stay here until she gets back. So you won't be lonely since Blair isn't staying here anymore." I smiled widely, happily embracing them once more.

The rest of the day consisted of syllabus week and watching the new Queen B take over Constance. I was walking home when I saw a familiar figure standing outside of my building. My eyes brightened, "Dan!" I said happily as I walked up towards him. "Hey. Brooklyn's the other way," I joked as I gave him a friendly embrace. He laughed.

"No um, actually I was looking for you, or any Waldorf for that manner," he laughed as I smiled, leading him in.

"How was BoraBora with Serena?" I smiled as I pressed on the elevator button. He huffed.

"We're um. Kinda broken up. She left her stuff here," he said as my eyes softened.

"Oh my god. I-I'm so sorry I had no idea," I said softly.

"Oh don't be, we ended on good terms," he reassured as we stepped inside. I frowned, seeing Chuck and my dad enjoying coffee in the living room. He turned, seeing the sight of Dan and I as his eyes harden, quickly looking back at my father. Dorota walked up with a box, handing it to Dan. I smiled weakly at him.

"Well hey, if I ever see you around again, we should hang out. I've always wanted to go to Brooklyn," I said as he smiled.

"Yeah that would be great. You're the only Waldorf I can see myself tolerating," he joked as I sent him off. I put on a fake smile before going into the living room.

"Chuck!" I said, happily walking over. "It's been TOO long," I said embracing him a bit too tightly. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?," I snapped as he chuckled, returning a rather gentle embrace.

"Stick around and you'll find out," he muttered before lightly pushing me away.  I sat besides Roman as I looked down at the coffee table. I frowned seeing my transcripts and home schooling pamphlets.

"As I was saying," Chuck continued. "I've been so worried about her. Although I'm closer to Blair, I see Madison as if she was my own little sister. But I don't see her finding a future career." I frowned as my father nodded slowly.

"That's very true. Have you even picked a major yet?" my dad spoke as my eyes softened.

"Well no. Not yet-" Chuck clapped his hands together.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about. That's why I came up with the idea of having her shadow me at Bass Industries for her senior year. I've already discussed it with Headmistress Queller and she said she is free to have sixth period off, so she can leave school early and come by the office right after school," he said as my jaw dropped.

"Isn't that great, Mady? Chuck is helping you get some experience under your belt," he said patting my back as my eyes softened.

"But I don't need-" he quickly cut me off, standing up to shake Chuck's hand.

"I just really want to thank you for giving Madison this opportunity Chuck. This will do her so much good." Was my life actually spiraling out of control? Was this a dream? Dear God am I going to be working for Chuck Basstard? Chuck smirked at me.

"No really, the pleasure is all mine," he spoke as my face fell. Senior year was going to be one hot mess.