Everyone's their own Gossip Girl *BOOK PREVIEW*

Gossip #17:

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Andrea had her legs crossed as she leaned into the very edge of the couch, observing the two bombshells and the fine gentleman who she had only glanced at in the same room six years ago. It seemed weird to see her father looking so business-like, since he had always been this slightly kooky, weird kind of kid. Like one of those loser in the corner of the classrooms you would find picking their nose or planning future cosplaying events to attend.

A loser.

That how Andrea exactly felt.

“Now I see the kids are all grown up and so big,” her father pointed out, glancing over Andrea from her sunken-in cheekbones to her darker eyes and large chest. To her father’s eyes, she looked like the kind of girl who did everything to become perfect, but never was. The girl who cut her meals, the girl who dressed to impress, and the girl who would murder to get what she wanted.

A girl full of trouble.

But to the gorgeous step-sister sitting oh-so perfect with her posture and luminously shaved legs in that familiar Gucci fragrance from Monica’s closet thought differently. To her eyes, Andrea seemed like the type of girl who didn’t care about society, who was artsy, something who was kind of a klutz. Someone she definitely didn’t want to get influence from.

“Where will you be staying?”

The Vegas were hasty ignorant people who always cut to the chase. Mr. Vega, especially.

“We found a lovely place. It has a huge field, six acres of land, actually, and we even found some private carpenters for the house. It will look absolutely homey and stunning, just like you’ve always wanted it.”

Andrea’s head perked up and when she thought he was talking about her mother. Instead, he had his hand intertwined with blonde Kim Kardashian, facing her with this glow to his face. Andrea had never seen him look so happy, there was this knife that had went through her heart and pulled out.

“It sounds stunning,” Ms. Vega mused, her eyes bright.

Why did her mother seem so happy all of a sudden? It had been her mother’s dream to finally find the rat with his new “family” and get her foot over them. Except, she was rising them above her head like they were the new leaders of the free world. It was absolutely ridiculous.

“You have to come and visit it,” the blonde mused. Great, even her voice was feminine, soft, and very un-Vega-like. Vegas had a heavier push to every consonant, but this girl had the voice of a blooming Japanese Cherry Blossom. It was pathetic, and Andrea wanted to scream, ripping her earlobes out. “We visited it last week and it was absolutely renovated from that old plain design.”

“Last week?” Ms. Vega’s voice cracked.

So they were planning to live close by months ago? Knowing her father it wasn’t much of a surprise and she shrugged in disgust, imagining herself as a snail, shivering into a thin piece of skin.

Andrea twitched and she rolled her eyes at her twelve year old brother who was staring at him, his eyes wide and his hands rubbing his boney knees. He looked like he was on crack, but by the sweat rolling down Andrea’s face, it was hard to deny she was on some as well.

“That’s lovely,” Mr. Vega continued, clapping her hands too loudly. “Andrea goes to Skylights and it an amazing artist. She knows everything and everyone about all the infamous artists.”

“Well, what’s the point in knowing everybody? You’re going to have to be something if you want to get successful in this heavy world,” Mr. Vega joked, his eyes bright and his smile standing gleefully. Andrea wanted to punch it off, but she resisted, her hands tight around her wrists.