Everyone's their own Gossip Girl *BOOK PREVIEW*

Gossip #22:

Olivia hadn’t really felt like anything for the past few minutes. Like everyone else, she was finally joining in the “dark side”, skipping classes and doing bad things. Bad things like vandalism, kicking the bottom of her locker in the middle of the girls’ halls.

She had thought telling Michelle about Monica would gain her some points, but it had only made her a lesser her, and now everyone was talking about her. She glanced at her phone that was buzzing with posts from Perrie’s blog. It seemed like no matter where she had went around the building, the walls were glaring at her. As she passed some unsupervised classrooms, there would be an occasional conversation about such sisterly love.

“Why would she do such a thing?” or, “why would Monica even tell her?” and even, “it’s stupid how she thinks she’s so amazing and everything, even I could have gotten that information without causing such a hassle.”.

Olivia snaked around the corner where the freshmen were and silently walked to her locker. She squealed when a few dozen fresh apples came rolling out. They were all so red and perfect-until they made contact with Olivia’s foot. They all bruised as they tumbled across the girls’ hall. Of course. Where was Michelle’s posse when you least needed them?

Right behind your back.

“You should try a bit harder if you’re trying to sabotage a superior.”

It was Madeline.

Olivia turned to look at her. Madeline was one of those girls who followed anyone who seemed more important than her. She had purple around her brown eyes and blonde hair extensions. Her brows were threaded with a high arch, giving her more of a fifty-year-old appearance than a seventeen-year-old. She had one the school’s broach along with the tie over a New York Barney’s cardigan and camisole with a mini skirt Olivia wished she could pull off as effortlessly as her.

“Hey look, it’s Monica’s sister,” Dakota squealed.

“I mean, we’ve got to say, you have skill and courage to be able to allow that kind of gossip to spill,” Madeline pressed, leaning against the locker next to Olivia. “And that scarf, it’s gorgeous.”

Olivia glanced down at the scarf she had received for her birthday last year. It was knit and made by her aunt who had currently been interested into yarn and stitches. “This old thing?”

Madeline nodded, a gentle hand on Olivia’s shoulder. “It’s gorgeous. Where’d you get it?”

Olivia blinked a couple times. “Um, it’s from Kat Von.”

“Really?” Dakota asked, tugging at the edge of the scarf, as if trying to check the brand label. “Because I find it slightly betraying to wear your sister’s worst enemy’s fashion line.”

“Her mother’s actually,” Olivia corrected. She didn’t want to be known for being some kind of loner who tried too hard to be something-which she always did. “And it’s from last year.”

“You wear last year?” Madeline asked, her voice kicking up the octave.

Olivia bit her lower lip. “Oh, did I say last year? I meant last month.” Her hands were sweaty next to her thighs. Her whole arms were shaking and she looked like she was a victim of hypothermia.

“It’s cute, sure.” Dakota inspected it with a sharp eye. “Anyways, it was really loyal what you did. We never liked Monica anyways.”

It was all fake, made up, but Olivia didn’t care. There was an invitation between Dakota’s slim fingers, and she would do anything to get her hands on it. Like everyone else Olivia would do absolutely anything to become at least Dakota-level.