i want it all - gg

𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧

Hadley was early for school, in a desperate attempt to avoid walking the few blocks to Constance from her Fifth Avenue appartment with Delilah. Since Friday, her cousin would not shut up about Salinger Van der Woodsen, who was apparently her new boyfriend and the love of her life, and she was driving Hadley up the wall even more than usual.

Nothing like young, drug-fuelled love.

It was eight in the morning, and Hadley was the only one sat alone in the Constance and St Judes computer room, scouring the internet for the mesmerising vintage Jimmy Choo shoes she'd seen in W, but was yet to find in her particularly small size. They were hand-sewn with green silk, and tiny mother-of-pearl hearts down the heels.

There was a sharp knock at the glass that surrounded the computer room, and Hadley turned to see Gabriel Archibald's idiotic, gorgeous, hateful face pressed up against the glass like a kid at an aquarium. Hadley rolled her eyes and turned back to her screen. The door swung open, and Hadley attempted to ignore Gabriel as he pulled up a spinny chair beside her.

"What do you want, Archibald?" she asked coldly, crossing one leg over the other in the way she always did when she wanted to appear bitchy and icy.

Apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Gabriel put his black-leather-Prada-ankle-boot-clad feet up on the desk next to her and leaned back in his chair. "I know we're not technically talking, but ─" he began.

"We're not talking at all, actually," she snapped, eyes still fixed on her screen as she scrolled through a Chinese website she'd found deep in the internet, hoping to find her dream shoes. She scrolled down through endless shoes until her eyes finally landed on the Jimmy Choo's, only for them to be sold out in her size.

Aw, rats!

"Okay, well, I need you to do me a favour," Gabriel said, ignoring her coldness. He was determined that he was going to win her back, at least as a friend.

Hadley noticed something distinctly different about his attitude that day. Gabriel seemed to have abandoned the moody, silent act that he'd had since he'd got back from France, and was somewhat resembling the old him.

If only Hadley had pride as small as her feet, she might have a man to soften the blow of missing out on her dream shoes. Although, who needs men when there's Jimmy Choo.

"What makes you think I owe you a favour?" She asked, glaring at him.

"If you do this one thing, I'll leave you alone," Gabriel said, knowing full well he definetly wouldn't. It was all part of the plan. "You can go straight back to hating me, or better yet, don't stop hating me at all but do this one thing."

Hadley tore her eyes away from the computer screen ─ which was now on a Mexican designer outlet site ─ and turned to look at Gabriel. There was a sort of sincertity mixed with playfulness that twinkled in his glittering green-blue eyes. "What is it then?" she asked, tapping a freshly french-manicured finger against her computer mouse.

A smile crept across Gabriel's lips. "I need you to help me stalk my dad's new girlfriend."

Ah, scheming. It brings the best couples together.

Hadley raised an eyebrow, allowing herself a small smile. "Why, may I ask?"

"Because my dad's pissed me off," Gabriel said. "I don't like the look of her, or trust her, and..." He trailed off. Most of all, because he wanted an excuse to talk to Hadley.

Hadley smiled devillishly. "What's the bitch's name?"

Just like old times. And older times, dare I mention B and C.

xoxo

Salinger Van der Woodsen turned up his music to the max as he walked through the school gates among the flood of students. He scanned the courtyard for his two stoner friends, Jeremy Wilder and Hugo Tompkins, already wishing he'd pretended to be sick and just got high in Central Park. His friends were gathered at the concrete tables in the courtyard with a few girls in their year, looking spaced out as usual.

Are they ever not stoned? Like ever?

"Hey Sal," Hugo called over to him from the table, turning away from Therese Matthews and fist bumping his friend.

"What's up," Sal smiled goofily, nodding at Therese and her friends Monica and Whitney. They were a strange trio of girls in their year, like the ones that wanted to be popular like Hadley or Scarlett but weren't as hungry for popularity as Azaria Muniz and Agnes Swanson, so they didn't mind hanging around cute but useless stoners like Sal and his friends.

Monica Clermont was the ringleader, who was smart but a little wannabe rebellious, with long, dead-straight black hair and big green eyes. She was cute and a bit freckly, with dimples in her cheeks, an abundance of mascara on her eyelashes and a massive crush on Sal.

Whitney Fairfax was a little basic, but nice enough and willing to go along with whatever was happening. She had a shiny blonde bob and twinkly blue eyes that shined almost as much as the heavy coats of Chanel lipgloss she wore every day.

Therese Matthews was a bossy, rumoured sexual-savant and redhead, and the daughter of the famed lawyer Darwin Matthews. She was small, with a sizeable cleavage and a mischevious glint in her brown eyes. Rumoured to have hooked up with half the St. Judes Lacrosse team, Therese was somewhat infamous, and Hugo Tompkins had his sights set on her to be his next girlfriend.

Sounds like a fun bunch. Yawn.

"I was just thinking," Monica said flirtily, standing up and looking Sal deeply in the eye in an attempt to master her friend Therese's 'sex eyes'. "Why don't we cut first period and go to the park?" She opened up her DKNY hobo bag slightly to reveal a rather large bag of weed.

Sal didn't mind the idea of lazing about in Central Park, enjoying the last of the Autumn's sun getting high with three pretty girls, but something felt wrong.

Whatever could feel wrong about cutting Biology to smoke some of Satan's cabbage with your two best friends?

"Sally!" A shrill, adorable voice called from behind him, and suddenly Salinger knew what was missing. Delilah.

He turned, and there she was in all her glory, grinning up at him. She looked childish yet scruffy as usual, her dark brown hair tied in two low bunches and her crucifix hanging around her neck. She wore a frayed tweed Marc Jacobs jacket and her small, completely impractical for school, Judith Leiber clutch in the shape of a colourful gumball machine.

Monica pursed her lips. She didn't care if Delilah was Hadley Waldorf Bass' cousin, she wasnt sharing her weed with her.

I don't think you'll have to worry about that, sweetie, weed isn't really on Delilah's wavelength.

Delilah flung her arms around Sal's neck and kissed him on the cheek, slinging her arm through his cutely. All three girls practically grimaced.

"You know what I was thinkin'?" She smirked giddily. "Do you wanna cut first and go to the park?"

Sal grinned down at her, as if she'd read his mind.

Although, I'm pretty sure Monica did it first.

"Sounds like a plan, baby," he grinned, holding her tight as they skipped past the flood of students out of the gate.