I do not belong in the upper east side. I don't even know what Prada is... i still think its some kind of a dog. That means that i am oblivious to peoples last names and what they mean. Especially when i fall for a guy named Chuck Bass. I thought Whoopedy Do i now know your name, when he told me it that night when we first met. Little did i know, since i am an upper east side idiot, that i was about to fall in love with Chuck Bass the Heir to his fathers empire, while starting his own. As soon as i was entered into his world i knew that my secret wouldn't be safe... I knew that, after what i had heard from Jennys storys, i would be stabbed in the back at least once. I just never knew that it would be by the person i put my most trust in. -just a warning, things in this book may happen differently than in the show, but that's only time wise, and when everything happens, but duh, the relationships and stuff will change too- also grammar will be horrid.

"Hey Mackenzie?" Luke calls from the door. "Yeah?" "When you were on the phone with Michael, did you tell him to come in and find us?" "No, why?" Luke is silent for a moment, and when he speaks again, his voice is cold and full of fear. "Then um.." He stops, and I look up at him in confusion. He's staring down into the area we just came from, stance rigid. "Then who's that standing at the end of the hall?" 2014 @ psychxtichemmings