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Vincent Mast

"It's not my fault that every girl's into me."

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a character in “Gossip Girl: Senior Year”, as played by M95

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"A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they’re entitled to know everything I do."




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{ Name }
Vincent Thomas Mast

{ Nicknames/Alias }
Vince, Mast

{ Age }
17

{ Gender }
Male

{ Sexuality }
Heterosexual

{ Date/Place of Birth }
March 12th | Sands Point, New York

{ Ethnicity }
Irish (25%), English (35%), Danish (20%), French (20%)

{ Label }
Prince Charming



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{ Childhood/Family Life }
Vincent grew up on Long Island in Sands Point with his parents, Phillip and Colette, and his two younger siblings, Connor and Mia. Phillip is the owner of one of the largest law firms in the tri-state area, and despite having to make the commute into Manhattan almost every day for work, he and Colette preferred raising their family in the suburbs of Long Island. They still were able to maintain a posh lifestyle, but it was quieter and more peaceful out there than it would have been living in a high rise. His parents made a good move, in his eyes, because Vincent has nothing negative to say about his upbringing. His parents have always seemed to have a healthy and happy marriage (and the fact that they were able to withstand an affair on Phillip's part, that Vincent never found out about, is a testament to that in itself). If he did have to list one grievance that he has with his family, it would only be with his brother. Charlie is the middle child of the family, and though he and Vincent were close as kids, when Charlie came out as being gay last year, Vincent was appalled. It was a reaction that was quite similar to his father's, so much so, that it's quite possible that Vincent only blacklisted his brother over his sexuality because his father did. Regardless of the reason though, Vincent finds Charlie to be an embarrassment and their relationship has been heavily strained ever since then.

For the majority of his childhood, Vincent was enrolled in a Catholic school a few towns away. It was only when ninth grade rolled around, that his parents enrolled him in Saint Jude's, in Manhattan. Attending Saint Jude's was part of the plan since the day Vincent was born. His father and uncles all attended the school, and eleven of his older cousins have already graduated from there. At first, his mother insisted that he commute to the school every day, since she couldn't bare the idea of her baby not living at home. "I only have so much time until you leave for college!" his dramatic mother nearly wailed whenever the subject was brought up, and though Vincent knew she meant well, he also knew that commuting every day like that would be a bitch. His father agreed with him, and after a bit of convincing, his mother agreed that it would make the most sense for him to remain in Manhattan while in school. The entire family wasn't going to uproot and move off of the island and into the city, so Phil purchased a one-bedroom apartment for him in the Upper East Side, only blocks away from Saint Jude's.

{ High School Career }
During the first few months of freshman year, Vincent was a lot less cocky than he is now. He was new to the Manhattan private school scene and hadn't grown up in NYC like most of the guys at Saint Jude's had, so he felt like a fish out of water. Lacrosse did help him make friends, especially given how talented he is at the sport, but his real break came when he started getting with a lot of the popular girls at Constance Billard. He gained respect from the other guys and earned the role of being a player; the type of guy who would charm his way into a girl's pants and then move onto a new girl the next weekend.

While this did help him socially, it cost him big with his girlfriend, a childhood friend who he had been dating for a little bit over a year. She was out of town one night when Vincent ended up at a big party. He ended up sneaking off with Sydney Persson, the most popular girl in school, and having sex with her, and although Vincent had originally decided not to tell his girlfriend and acting like everything was still normal, he ended up telling his mother about it. Maybe that makes him the definition of a Mama's Boy, but on the contrary, she wasn't coddling him when she demanded that he tell his girlfriend what he had done and make it right. He followed through with that, and as expected, she broke up with him/ Even though the two haven't gotten back together since then and it sparked Vincent's image of a womanizer, he still cares about his ex.




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{ Good personality traits }
Confident, charming, hardworking, sociable, poised, responsible

{ Bad personality traits }
Arrogant, indecisive, lustful, aggressive, proud, troublemaker

{ Personality }
Vincent has earned the title of a womanizer. He's good with words and knows how to charm a girl into thinking that "she's the only girl in the world for him" and that "he's never felt this way about anyone else". When he promises that he'll text the girl again after having sex with her, he's not always lying. He will definitely keep her number in his contacts for the next time he's feeling horny. Vincent knows that in order to capture the hearts of the girls he wants to sleep with, he has to be confident. He has to show them that he knows what he's doing, even when he doesn't. However, his confidence tends to cross over into being egotistical and he's known to boast about how many girls want him and how good looking he is. When it comes down to it, he's not usually lying, but obviously, flaunting how great you are doesn't make you the most liked person in that sense.

He may not be a girl, but Vincent tends to enjoy drama just as much as some of them seem to. He's known to stir the pot in hopes of getting to witness an entertaining, and possibly hot, cat fight. Although he is a troublemaker in that sense, most of what he says is true. There are a lot of scandalous things that go on in Manhattan and an abundance of rumors circulating all of the time, so he's usually just passing on something that someone else told him. He isn't the type to make up vicious rumors about people but won't hesitate to add fuel to the fire if he does hear something about someone. However, when someone says something about him or threatens him, Vincent's pride tends to get the best of him. Especially with a few drinks in his system, Vincent can become extremely aggressive and will try to start a fight with any guy that dismisses him, or bothers one of his friends. While he doesn't hesitate to hit on and use girls, he takes it personally when other guys do it to his close girl friends. It's probably a part of his charm, but he often likes to play the hero and rescue girls from other guys who are coming on too strong, usually in an attempt to make them trust him more.

Despite his flaws, Vincent isn't always a bad guy to be around. He's sociable and is always looking to hang out with his friends or go to parties, and he knows when to be respectful. Especially in front of parents or authoritative figures, Vincent can be well-mannered, poised and professional. He has learned a lot from his father, and he knows that you need those traits to advance in the world. He knows how to put on an attractive smile, give a firm handshake, and make conversation about the stock market or the latest football game. He's hard working and responsible and if you can forgive him for not calling you back after sleeping with you, you might end up seeing that better side of him.

{ Greatest joys in life }
Lacrosse, sex, food, family

{ Greatest fears }
Being rejected, having a child who happens to be gay, allergic reactions (he's allergic to shrimp), sharks




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❤Sex
❤Lacrosse
❤Surfing
❤Cooking
❤Action movies
❤Video games
❤His home on Long Island
❤Compliments
✘Being dismissed
✘Gay guys
✘Chick flicks unless he's going to get laid after it
✘Driving in NY
✘Dentist visits
✘Losing
✘Cinnamon
✘Cats




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{ Parents }
Father | Age 46 | Phil Mast
Phil owns an large law firm and is the sole breadwinner of the family. He has always had high expectations for Vincent, whether it be with sports, academics, or scoring girls. Phil was the one who encouraged Vincent to get into lacrosse and has been his biggest supporter. He has always wanted Vincent to have every opportunity in life to be successful, and hopes that his son will take over his business down the road.

Mother | Age 42 | Colette Mast
Vincent and his mother are extremely close. She has always been more of a friend to him than a mother and his friends compare her to Regina George's mom. She's the "cool mom" who always wants to know the latest gossip, doesn't mind hosting underage drinkers and is lenient with rules.

{ Siblings }
Brother | Age 13 | Charlie Mast
Vincent was never close with Charlie, but when his brother came out as being gay a year ago, their relationship became nonexistent. They haven't spoken in almost six months and Vincent is honestly embarrassed to have him as a brother.

Sister | Age 9 | Mia Mast
Because of their age gap and the fact that Vincent is rarely home, he doesn't have much of a relationship with his sister. When he is at home, she always wants to hang out with him and show him off to her friends, but Vincent has never been a fan of little kids and even though Mia is getting older, he still sees her as an annoying four-year-old sister.





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{ Build }
6'0 | Athletic build

{ Hair Colour }
Brown

{ Eye Colour }
Blue

{ Distinguishable Markings }
Vincent has light freckles scattered across his face which are more noticeable in the summer when he's tan. He has a scar on his right upper arm from stitches he had to get a few years ago after a lacrosse accident.

{ Personal Style }
Vincent likes dressing well. You would never see him in basketball shorts or Jordans and he isn't the type of guy who has an aversion to wearing designer clothes or suits. He prefers plain shirts, collared shirts or sweaters with slacks, jeans or khaki shorts. When he's dressing casually, you will frequently see him wearing a backwards baseball cap.
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So begins...

Vincent Mast's Story

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Thylane Blondeau Character Portrait: Audrey Delcourt Character Portrait: Lucas Bell Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Ricardo Slim-Helú Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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C L I F F . P A R K E R

Location: Saint Jude's library (conference room)
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The Saint Jude's school uniform never usually bothered Clifford. It was simple and classy enough, even if the options for each day's attire was limited to a few different styles of clothing that the school provided the students with. However, today Cliff felt oddly overheated and had to hang his navy blazer on the back of his chair. He wasn't overheating because of the room's temperature, as that was probably normal, and it also wasn't out of nerves. Today's weekly Student Government Association was being held in the Saint Jude's library conference room. Since classes had only gotten out minutes ago, Clifford wasn't surprised that he was the only one in the conference room, especially considering that the girls had to come from their campus across the street. He and Charlotte were the President of their school's student governments, but since the two schools worked so closely together, Clifford often felt like they were simply co-presidents of one club, rather than two separate ones working together. Sure, he hosted his own SGA meeting for St. Jude's separately once a week, but as he was sure on her end too, the biggest crowds usually came to the conjoined meetings. Events involving both schools tended to grab the attention of more students than the single-sex events, and Clifford didn't expect today to be much of an exception.

Today's meeting was a bit of an impromptu one, as earlier this week, it had been announced that the scheduled senior fall trip to Egypt had been cancelled due to proper accommodation issues. However plausible that that explanation was, he also wouldn't have been surprised if the abrupt, last minute cancellation had been because someone uppity helicopter parent had complained enough about irrational safety concerns about traveling to a country that didn't host one of the famous fashion weeks. That thought in itself bothered Clifford, considering that he had genuinely been looking forward to his first visit to Africa. In an attempt to not work himself up, he decided to just believe the public reason for the trip's cancellation, and focus on the three new options that administrators had given them until tomorrow to decide on. That was the point of this SGA meeting - to decide whether the senior class would spend a week next month in Paris, Berlin or New Zealand. The first two trips would be educationally based ones, focusing on learning about the history and cultures of the two European cities, while the third option would be more service based, getting students involved in learning about the country's ecosystem and helping to preserve it. Clifford had been to Paris years ago, but it wasn't a fresh enough experience where he wanted to rule it out, so he was walking into today's meeting with a pretty open mind. He would see what Charlotte and the other students who showed up were thinking, and go from there.

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Location: St. Jude's School for Boys - Library
Hex Code: #858585
Outfit: School Uniform
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Being a member of the Student Government Association was one extra thing to add to his college applications, and his good friend was the St. Jude's chapter president, so Vincent often found himself at the weekly meetings. He didn't exactly care much about what was discussed, and he never participated to an extent where he ever held a leadership position, but he figured that his presence alone was good enough support to count for something. Besides, going to the meetings had some perks, especially when the Constance Billard SGA joined them. In theory, the idea of sitting in a room with your ex, the girl you cheated on her with, and all of their friends probably didn't sound great to most people, but luckily, time had healed the wounds that he and Alexandra had. It hadn't completely healed them, that was for sure, but things weren't at a cringe-worthy level of awkwardness anymore. He doubted that he would ever have her back as his girl, but he thought that they were on okay enough terms to be labeled as friends... with more than friends being appropriate at least a handful of times since that bad, bad breakup.

He stopped at his locker after class, only for long enough to leave unnecessary books there and add the ones he needed for homework to his backpack, before heading upstairs to the library. The halls were still crowded with students trickling out of classrooms, with most heading towards the front door by now. Though he was sure that there would be a decent sized show for the meeting today, he hoped that ti wasn't too crowded. Even if he didn't really care about what was going on, it still, for some reason, bothered him when random students that no one cared about tried voicing their opinions at these meetings. He oftentimes found himself glaring in their direction, as he pondered why those losers thought that their words or suggestions meant anything to anyone. Luckily, most of the time he was able to allow those thoughts to remain only thoughts, and not spoken word, if only because he didn't want to cause Cliff any unnecessary strife. When he reached the back conference room that was tucked inside of the large Saint Jude's library, he found Cliff there already. He acknowledged the boy with a nod, not needing to say much greeting-wise since they had both just left the same class minutes earlier. Once he was settled into his seat, however, he did open his mouth. "I say we head over to the City of Love,"
Vincent said, confidently. "Me and you'll room together, and maybe we'll get Ricky on board if he's not being a dick, and then the two of you can cover for me when they do room checks at night, pretend I'm in the bathroom showering or some shit, when in reality I'm down the hall, making good to the city's name and adding Paris to the list of cities that I've banged a hot chick in." This whole meeting was supposed to be about explaining the new options for the fall trip to the seniors who came, before they voted on where to go, so Vincent didn't even know what the three new options he had heard about would entail yet, but with his priorities, Paris seemed like a good option. He couldn't bash New Zealand either, especially since he was sure that the weather around this time of the year made the country even more beautiful. He had never visited Berlin, but he wasn't particularly against going there as well, so while as of right now, his vote was on Paris, actually hearing about what each trip would entail would likely lead him to be okay with any option.

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Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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Her outfit || Location: En route to St. Judes
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"I'm telling you now Lottie...this is racist and you and I both know that I don't even use that term often," one Alexandra Boutros stated as she leaned against the lockers, arms folded over her chest. Though the bell to dismiss the students of Constance Billard had already rung, and most girls usually were out of the hallways and on their way to shopping excursions and spa days, they were a bit more crowded than usual today. Alex thought it had more to do with the joint SGA meeting that both St. Jude's boys and Constance's girls were allowed to attend. Granted, Alex also thought that more people were going to the meeting just to complain or flirt, which was a complete waste of her time since she didn't need extra bodies to complain today. She could do that on her own just fine, thank you. But, like with all meetings, everyone was welcomed. Which meant Alexandra had to bite her tongue on the matter...even though they all knew she didn't do so for long. "Seriously," she continued towards the blonde in question. "The one time we have a scheduled trip to a country whose history comprises of a mass of non-white bodies and that is the location we choose to abstain from for safety precautions? Living in New York is a safety hazard. You don't see people lining up to tell everyone to not let their kids grow up here." Alexandra huffed out a frustrated breath. Lottie looked through her locker for the books she needed and her notebook with all of her student council notes. She listened to Alex as she ranted only chuckling through the whole monolog of her best friend. She turned towards her girl with her finger pointed and a smug smirk on her face. "Wrong. My mama and daddy didn't want me growin' up here. That's why they waited. But, do go on. I'm listening." She knew that Alex would be pissed once finding out about the senior trip being moved to another location and frankly, so was Lottie. New Zealand, Berlin, she been to both, and her mother's from France for Christ's sake. She was looking forward to a more unique trip. One with culture, history, art, everything she was interested in learning about. Not to mention, it would look fantastic on international law resumes later in life.

The second that she and Lottie had received the notification that the location for their senior trip had been shot down, Alexandra had been livid enough that she had been relatively silent. She could easily get her grandfather to send her to Egypt on his dime and for her own leisure. Hell, she could pay for it on her own, if she so chose to. But the point was that the option to go with her class had been astounding and the general feedback on the Twitter polls she had set up with their senior classes on the SGA page had been relatively positive. A few people had voiced safety concerns, but also interest. Captivation. Excitement. And Alexandra had shared all of that. And now their options were New Zealand, Paris, and Berlin? "And who the fuck needs to go to Berlin to know its history of practically killing an entire group of people because of anti-Semitic and pro-Aryan predilections?"

"Language, Miss Boutros," a passing professor, Sister Atkins, reprimanded at Alexandra's much louder exclamation of anger. Alex gave the sharpest of eye rolls to Charlotte before turning back to smile sweetly at the older women. "My apologies, Sister Atkins." Considering Constance's longstanding ties with the Catholic church - and their founding under the religion - it wasn't uncommon for Sister Atkins to be on campus and teach one of the many religious courses Constance had to offer as electives. "Yes, Alexandra. Watch your mouth." Once the older woman was done staring her down with iciness, Alex whirled back on the class president, hissing, "I would've understood Athens or even Rome. Could've sucked it up for London, if they really wanted to be boring. But Berlin, really? I'm more interested in the catacombs of Paris than Berlin!" She closed her locker door and zipped up her bag holding her books and notes before turning her glance to her best friend. "The catacombs are pretty fantastic like with most things from and in France. But, Berlin is a lot more interesting than you think. It has a history while covered in tragedy, sure, but, it also is the home of art, the Berlin Wall, not to mention crafts German beers. I get where you are comin' from, mon amie,
(my friend)" She wasn't trying to sway Alex's opinion of Berlin, frankly Lottie wouldn't want to go there either if she had her heart set on going to Eygpt. She was just trying to get her friend to look at the bright side of the situation. "And as bummed as we are. Parents are the ones that pay the big bucks to both schools. 'Sides either way, it'll be a fun trip no matter where we go because at the end of the day. I, the best Southern Belle this darn city has ever seen, is goin' with ya." She exclaimed with an exaggerated Southern accent.

Alexandra rolled her eyes, for show, at Charlotte's play on her own accent, but also didn't fight the small smile that formed on her face. "You're just lucky I love you, Lottie bear," she grumbled playfully and linked arms with the blonde. Lottie puckered her lips for a second as she linked arms with Alex and the pair started walking towards the exit. Under most circumstances, and especially since the semester began, Alex could be found with Sydney and Katherine. Since she and Sydney had begun the task of rebuilding their relationship, and make no mistake - Kat played a huge part in it - Alex found herself spending a lot more time than usual with the duo. But regardless of that growing relationship, and being known as a trio, she couldn't help but feel more relieved that Charlotte was going on the trip with her than she would let on. All of the seniors were usually supposed to go, but the comfort of having her best friend - the person who had been there for her through all of the mess the Upper East Side had brought into Alex's life - was more than enough reason for her to want to go on the trip. "I guess, we should start heading over. I'd hate to leave my people bereft of my magnanimous presence for much longer," Alex exclaimed dramatically and pulled Charlotte along. Lottie scoffed. "Wow, magnanimous. Someone's been lookin' at a dictionary lately."

Alex cast the blonde a sidelong glance before smirking wickedly, adding in jest, "And I mean, I guess you're pretty important too." Lottie turned her glare to the girl before rolling her eyes and snickering. "Yea, as class president, I would say I'm kind of important. Not as important as you, of course, but important." The pair made their way to the exit with their shoes clicking against the floor. Before they were able to walk out the doors of their school, Natalie, for the school newspaper lightly pulled Lottie’s free arm. She knew what she was going to be asked sooner or later but she didn’t know it would be this quickly. Natalie wasn’t even a senior and she already knew. "So, Buchanan, what are we going to do about the senior trip since Egypt was canceled? Care to make a comment?" Lottie didn’t even hesitate with her answer, knowing that she would have to answer this a lot more than this one time. "We’re having a meeting right now about a new location. It’s between three; Paris, Berlin, and New Zealand. We should know for sure within the next few hours.” She smiled towards the small brunette that Charlotte seemed to tower over before looking back to Alex and then back at the reporter. "Now, we really should get going. I’ll make sure to get one of the senior reporters to fill you in as soon as I can. Sound good?” Natalie finished writing down what the class president said before nodding. “Sounds good.”

"Great. Fantastic.” Without another word, Lottie pushed one of the doors open. She sighed. "Not even a week and all I’m getting asked is; “Why’d the change it?”, “Where are we going now?”, “We better be having a senior trip, Buchanan.” Not to mention, now my sister won’t leave me alone about it like it was my choice or somethin’. And all I can say is ‘We’re havin’ a meeting.” When I really wanna say, “Calm down, leave me alone, why don’t ya’ll ask your parents who’s idea it was.”

"I'd say it," Alex admitted, unrepentant, and pushed the other door open while following Charlotte's lead. All she had done in lieu of Natalie's questioning was eye the girl with a raised eyebrow, but allowed Charlotte to handle the situation. It was probably for the best that Natalia had approached Lottie only about it, in the first place. Alex had less of a filter and less patience. She grinned and added, "Besides, you know how much I love sassy Lottie. Makes me feel better that I'm not the only one capable of being a hothead in this relationship."

The pair continued down the front steps leading away from Constance Billard, and Alexandra waved to a few classmates who were standing around still conversing lightly among themselves or waiting for rides home. "On another and funner note, did you figure out what you're gonna dress up as for my birthday?" Alex after a few moments, whipping her phone out of her bag, which hung on the arm currently not connected with Charlotte's. Most of the time, Alex made it a priority to base her birthday, since it fell on Halloween, on varying themes. She had done a Mafia themed party two years ago which a few classmates had hailed as one of the best parties ever, and last year she had done a Naughty Sixteen for her sweet sixteen. It was definitely a salacious take on the traditional celebrations that followed that specific year. Regardless, every year, everyone had to dress up with costumes that fit her theme and for the most part, she could say that she hadn't yet been disappointed by the people she expected to show out. She made sure that no one could actually trump her, since that would be a huge insult, but it was always a really fun turnout. This year, she had decided on simply holding true to the grandeur of Halloween. Which was why it was important for her to hold the event at her Long Island estate as opposed to in the city. It was a larger layout and more opportunities to, well, scare people.

Lottie took a deep breath before shaking her head. "I was thinking about an angel or somethin'. I don't know. We both know I'm not that great at costume ideas. Not to mention I don't have the body, size, or the height to be a 'sexy nurse' or a 'sexy... anything', in all honesty. So, I was hoping that you, my best friend and the creative one of the two of us could help me. And when I say help I do not mean just throw some lingerie at me saying 'Lottie Bear, I think you'd look sexy in this.' Because, frankly I'm not dressin' like a prostitute or Regina from Mean Girls." She knew her friend always meant well but, while Charlotte was okay with posing for magazines in swimsuits and such, being surrounded by her classmates with what she felt like everyone staring at her, judging her for 'attempting' to dress sexy for a size 12. The pair were about to walk across the street but Lottie being the mom made Alex stop in order to make sure they weren't going to get ran over by a Bentley or something flying down the street. "With you helping me, I have guidelines and don't roll your eyes," She knew Alex was going to make a face at her list of 'guidelines'. "My three Bs have to be covered; butt, boobs, and belly, No leather, and no devils." She was religious so nuns, devils, or Eve were always dealbreakers for her. Charlotte pushed the door to the boys' school open. She smiled at a few of the guys she knew and waved before turning to Alex. "What are you thinkin' for your costume since I obviously can't look better than the birthday girl, not that I ever could."

"As if you don't walk around giving these St. Jude boys hard-ons because you've tapped into their secret sexy librarian kink," Alexandra joked, though she was far more serious than her best friend seemed willing to believe her to be. Lottie covered her mouth so the laugh that was coming out wouldn't be too loud. She shook her head. "I do not! And it's hilarious how wrong you are." Sure, Lottie knew she wasn't completely unattractive but, she didn't feel like she this walking boner magnet or anything.

As much as Alex was comfortable with showing off her body (and Alex honestly thought she had the right to considering the fact that for all of her deep love for anything bread-like and sweet, her abdomen remained relatively tight from a very active childhood), Alex didn't necessarily think that sexy meant less clothing. It certainly helped emphasize one's sex appeal, that much she was sure of. At the same time, she didn't think Charlotte knew how hot she actually was beneath the Constance uniform or the jeans she typically wore. "And I'm not saying to show up to my party like you're a Victoria's Secret angel on the catwalk, but I will definitely feel some type of way if you come in there dressed in what everyone is gonna expect you to show up as. Like, we actually might have to fight if you try me." Lottie rolled her eyes with a shake of her head. This is where Alex and Charlotte began to differentiate from one another. And if Lottie thought for a second that her telling Alex to not make a face was going to make her not make a face, she obviously didn't know her well enough and Alex made a point in giving the much taller blonde the most unimpressed look she could muster. Lottie looked down at the face Alex made towards her and stopped walking in the middle of the hall leading towards the library. "What? What's that look for?"

"Okay, one, I reject these stipulations only because when have I ever actually asked for your boobs and your ass to be out? And don't say cleavage because cleavage and wearing your ta-tas out like you're at Mardi Gras are two very different things. And I would like to think that I have a bit more class than that." Alex ignored the people around them, distractedly giving Charlotte a very pointed look. Lottie cleared her throat. She tried really hard not to let the looks bug her but, she wasn't one for being the center of attention unless it was when she had to be 'Madam President'. "Alex, I have 38Ds, I have cleavage and someone's endin' up with a black eye." The Southern girl kept her voice down as she interjected. The last thing she wanted was some group of guys knowing exactly what size bra she was. They wanted to know that bad, they could go online but she wasn't going to just shout it from the rooftops. Alex sighed before continuing, "I just want you to break out of your comfort zone this year. This is literally your last year to do so before you absolutely abandon me to wolves of the Upper East Side to go off with the other geniuses of the world. I want you to have fun and live, I mean really live. And the first rule of truly living is to do the thing you're most terrified of, or something like that." Lottie snorted as she was about to slide in a smart comment but, Alex beat her to the punch when she pointed a finger at the blonde and added, "And don't judge me on quoting The Vampire Diaries cuz you know that was during my weaker days." Alex frowned at the memory, putting on the show of shuddering. Considering where the show went after that particular moment, particularly when the one couple she didn't want to happen actually happened, she had stopped watching it. It didn't hurt, though, that every now and then, the show had a quote that she thought was applicable to her life. And it definitely fit with Lottie and trying to get the girl to really let loose and enjoy their final year in high school.

"But if you must know, I've been working on two different costumes. The second one's still not really ready, which is fine since I'm leaning towards the first, which is Queen Akasha from Queen of the Damned. It's the last time I probably get to have this much fun with this lot. Might as well show out." She said the last part on a wink as they neared the conference room. Lottie nudged her friend. "Unbelievable, here you come up with somethin' from a movie most people have never seen and I'm over her just thinking a costume that would look good on me." Charlotte ended their conversation there as the pair made their way to the back of the library. The blonde released Alex as she walked in to see Cliff, Vincent, and to her surprise, Brent Barclay, the single biggest pain in her ass. She smiled and waved towards the guys she could actually stand before making a sly remark towards the 'felon in waiting' as she called him. She knew he was going to start with her and if there was something she would never admit, it was she just loved beating him to the punch. "Wow, Barclay. You're at something for the school where you can't make money? I'm impressed." She didn't even make contact with him, she kept her eyes forward as she walked to take one of the seats in the front of the room, facing everyone else. She grabbed her Mac out of her PINK backpack along with her notebook for meetings, and her glasses.

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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C A S S I D Y ~ K N O X

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Since he was sure it would be a couple of minutes until the room filled and the meeting started, Brent had opted to rest his head on his arms, which were positioned on the desk in front of him as a makeshift pillow. It was probably his most common position in school. His head somehow always found its way to his desk for a nice mid-class nap, and it wasn't uncommon to hear teachers have to say, "Head off of the desk, Mr. Barclay", or "Sit up during my class," multiple times throughout a class period. If only his head had been up when Charlotte Buchanan walked in, and he could have thought up a quick little comment to start off the meeting on the right note. Or at least the right note in his book. His head was down, though, and eyes shut, until he heard her voice which was hard to mistake for anyone else's, given that little accent she had. Quickly, he sat back up, but after processing her words,m he shook his head in pretend disappointment at her. "See, you all just witnessed her starting that one," he said, pointing in her direction as he looked around the room, before looking towards the females in the room. "You ladies elected someone with outstanding moral character, clearly." This was one of the few times that Charlotte actually tried to antagonize him, before he had a chance to do it to her, so it only seemed fitting to play the victim while he could, especially since it was in front of others.

"I know, she sucks. Word on the street was that the election was rigged," Cassidy responded with, knowing that no one aside her would agree with Brent, so her voice on the matter seemed necessary. She definitely didn't hate Charlotte, but like Brent, Cassidy liked giving her a hard time. Charlotte had a reputation of being Little Miss Perfect, and it was fun to ruffle her feathers sometimes. It kept things interesting, especially because Cassidy didn't think that Charlotte ever had it in her to defend herself. Her twin usually would be the one to step in to rebut any comments like this, or as Cassidy expected in this case, Alexandra would do it. The two of them had the big mouths that Charlotte lacked, and since comments from Alexandra and Charlotte's sister didn't bother Cassidy, she usually felt like her job was done even if they did have something to say. "Plus, I heard it was her idea to cancel the Egypt trip. Something about her blonde hair and that hillbilly accent making her stand out more than any of the rest of us." That was a completely fabricated statement, of course, but again, someone had to make this meeting interesting, and Cassidy knew that it wasn't about to be the southern belle and Mr. Model who were standing at the head of the room.

She had followed Brent into the conference room, and was glad that he had chosen a seat on the far side of the room, so that they had a good view of the door. She didn't need to see who was coming in for any particular reason, but she just preferred it that way. It had something to do with how much she valued control. Being able to see who she was dealing with offered her an advantage, in her mind. In addition to watching Charlotte and Alexandra come in, she was also able to see Sydney Persson and Katherine come in, a minute later. "And look, her comes Regina George and Gretchen Wieners. Boy, this meeting is about to be a whole lot of fun," she said sarcastically, though with a smirk, as she nudged Brent's arm.

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"I'm not knocking that dream of yours, dude, but I don't know if sophisticated French girls are going to go for an American idiot like you. Maybe if you learn to play the harp, or how to paint or something cultural like that, they'll have a reason to give you the time of day. Not sure if boasting about lacrosse is really gonna cut it over there," Cliff reasoned playfully. It didn't surprise him at all that Vincent was taking sex into account when thinking about the place he wanted to visit the most. It wasn't like Cliff was celibate himself, but it seemed like Vincent fit the stereotypical teenage boy in literally only being able to think about sex, food and sports.

As people began to file in, he was somewhat surprised to see Brent Barclay and Cassidy Knox show up. He didn't know Cassidy very well, outside of being Katherine's step-sister, and though he did know Brent, it was only because he was his plug when it came to marijuana. Since Cliff's smoking habit had grown stronger over the summer, he would consider Brent more than an acquaintance at this point, but still not exactly a friend. They socialized when Cliff needed drugs and Brent needed money. Take that out of the occasion, and they would probably never look in the other's direction. Cliff was content with just nodding in Brent's direction, but he couldn't help but to smirk when Charlotte arrived and said what he, too, had been thinking. Charlotte's comment seemed to awaken the snarky beast in Brent, because he sent a remark flying back in her direction, and Cassidy was quick to jump on board. Especially as Cassidy began to attack Charlotte's character, Clifford felt the need to jump in to her defense, but he didn't know how. He didn't want to seem like Lottie needed a hero to come and fight her battles, especially when he knew that with people like Brent and Cassidy, responding to them fit the "feeding the trolls" saying perfectly. It would only agitate them further into being obnoxious, and that was the last thing that they needed at this meeting. "As you can see, we've already got a great crowd," Clifford said, turning to Charlotte with a sympathetic expression. "This shouldn't be too bad, though. I mean, with them it might be, but we just have to get a quick vote from the kids who show up, and then send the results to Dean Brooks, right? Easy as that, and it's already three now, so I don't think we have to wait for too many more people to show up. We can probably just start." He hoped it would be as easy as that. After this, he was planning on finally figuring out what to be for Halloween, so he didn't want to spend too much time at school after hours.

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"I don't mind if she sucks, as long as she swallows too," Brent said, his smirk evident of how proud he was of the comment, though he didn't bother to look in Charlotte's direction as he answered Cassidy. He had seen Charlotte's cute, angry and flustered expression far too many times for it not to be an image that was ingrained in his mind. He looked towards the door when Cassidy made a reference to Mean Girls, but before he even did, he knew who she was talking about. He had never even seen the movie, but Cassidy referenced the characters enough when referring to the popular clan to know who she was talking about by now. He wasn't really concerned about Sydney. Like most people, for one reason or another, he had respect for her. She was the most popular girl in the teenage world of the Upper East Side, and so it was kind of just natural to see her as being high up. He respected her position of authority because that was just how things worked around here.

Katherine was still higher than him socially, but he felt closer to her in a sense where he didn't mind fucking with her then and now. Especially since he had dirt on her, ever since she started buying prescription weight loss pills off of him about a year ago. He liked having leverage over people, especially when those people were the kind who thought that they were better than him, simply because of their parents' money. "And Katherine's not Gretchen. She's the blonde one who's dumb as fuck. She has a nicer rack than Kitty Kat does, but she's still the closest version of her. What's that one's name?" This was why SGA meetings were fun. The unnecessary tangents and amusingly inappropriate remarks.

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Katherine had no plans of embarrassing Alexandra or making a scene, and though she felt compelled to inform Sydney of that, she only rolled her eyes when she knew that the blonde wasn't looking. She and Sydney were very close, and after practically growing up together, that was to be expected, but even so, there were certain things that Katherine still knew not to do to her blonde counterpart. Unlike Lexi, Kat often found that it was easier to keep her mouth shut around the blonde to avoid conflict, even if she did not agree with what Sydney was saying or doing. What she found harder to be passive about, though, was the comment that Cassidy made as she and Sydney entered the conference room, followed by Brent's followup retort. This wasn't the first time that people tried to use the Mean Girls comparison, and Kat didn't find it any more amusing over time than she did the first time she heard it. In a way, she almost understood how Sydney could be compared to Regina George. It was pretty obvious that she was the head of the social hierarchy at Constance, but when it came down to it, Sydney was a lot smarter, and more compassionate, and more manipulative, and deeper than Regina George was. If Sydney and Regina George existed in the same universe, Katherine thought that Regina George would aspire to be Sydney. However, she couldn't find any bit of logic to reason that she could be compared to either of Regina's friends in the movie, because their sole purpose was basically to act as the brainless followers of the Queen Bee. And for good reason, Katherine was offended by any comparison that showed her in that light. Sydney had warned against making a scene, and besides that, Katherine wasn't able to get into an argument with trash like Brent Barclay and her step-sister, so she offered Cassidy her middle finger, and Brent not even a glance, as she followed Sydney to seats by Alexandra.

She smiled at Charlotte, who looked even more studious than she normally did. Maybe it was the glasses, or just the library setting, Kat didn't know. Regardless, she took the seat right beside Alex and being beside her friend in itself had Katherine beaming with excitement. "Look at your BFFs, here to support you at your meeting thing!" she exclaimed, as if that were the sole reason for why they were here. "Did we miss anything? Did Charlotte announce that you guys are going to New Zealand yet?"

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Alexandra didn't initially comment nor acknowledge the shots Cassidy and Brent made towards Charlotte. The majority of the reasoning behind the inaction was because...well, as crass as Barclay could be, she kinda selfishly enjoyed his bantering with Charlotte. The blonde could tell her as many times as she wanted to that she felt absolutely nothing for the self-proclaimed bad boy, that he annoyed her to no end, and that she was disgusted with half of the things he said. At the end of the day, however, whenever Lottie decided to fill her head with that nonsense, all Alex ever heard was "blah blah suppression blah blah crush blah blah my best friend is in denial." Which she was. Lottie had a crush, no matter how much she wanted to say otherwise, and Alex...supported it, to an extent. Alex supported all of her friends having a little fun and to this day, she's vowed to get Lottie to hook up with someone, even if the hooking up only warranted making out and possibly groping. Alex wasn't exactly picky and if she was, she wasn't exactly saying it aloud. She definitely wasn't tying wedding bells around the blonde's neck, but it was the main reason why she only gave a knowing smirk to a distracted Charlotte and chuckled to herself as she made her way to a seat near the blonde.

She did speak up when Cassidy made the comment about Sydney and Katherine, though. "I guess I can see the Regina George and Mean Girls comparison. There's always that one hating ass chick borrowing The Grudge's makeup collection and harboring non-hetero-normative tastes," she noted, almost in a bored tone, as she finally rose her gaze to Cassidy. "No judgments, of course. I'm all for LGBTQIA rights. I am here for you, Knox, if you have a confession to make, of course." If she knew Cassidy's past with her sexuality, Alexandra wouldn't have made the comment, though her sentiments were actually genuine. She did support LGBTQIA rights, even got into a heated argument with her grandfather over the matter and called him on being a problematic traditionalist. Her slight insensitivity, had she known the other girl's past, would've upset even Alex for the other girl. But she wasn't all-knowing. Smiling, she turned to Katherine and Sydney when they came to sit beside her. "Hi, my darlings. We actually just got here, so nothing's been decided yet," she greeted cheerily and, after a second thought, leaned over the table to see Cliff and Vincent. "Hey, fellas." Finally, Alex made to actually take a seat, pulling out her planner and her own notebook while exclaiming, "And now if Danny Zuko and Betty Rizzo are done playing I-declare-a-who-can-get-the-biggest-rise-out-of-someone-in-the-room-war, we can actually come to a decision because if one more person tags us in a post on Twitter blaming us for this mess, I'm snapping."

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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Hex Code: #858585
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"The admiration of strong men is a universal thing, man. French girls have gotta love athletes, too. Besides, it's not like I don't have a way with my words, and at least according to American girls, this tongue of mine has got some rare skills of its own." He leaned back in his seat proudly, but it was only because he and Clifford were alone then, that he was engaging in such locker room talk. Vincent could be egotistical in front of anyone, but he had his boundaries, and one of the nicer things about him was that he knew how to make a good impression on people. He valued his image, so he knew that it was inappropriate to be that crass around people who he wasn't very close with, and so he allowed that conversation to quell once Cassidy and Brent entered, following by Alexandra and Charlotte. Cassidy and Brent's presence brought a liveliness of its own into the room. He wasn't good friends with either of them, but even he had he laugh at some of the things that came out of their mouths. They were weird, there was absolutely no doubt about that in his mind, but he could appreciate witty banter when he saw it. Plus, he couldn't blame Brent for wanting to engage in that kind of banter with Charlotte. He liked to think of himself at the master of sex, so he knew sexual tension when he saw it, and even if Charlotte seemed insistent on denying the presence of it, it most definitely existed between those two. If Brent managed to tap that, Vincent would give him credit for actually being worth more than being just a pretty good plug. Charlotte was as prude as they came, Vincent thought, so if Brent could manage to break through that, even though Charlotte was about ten levels too good for him, he deserved some props.

Cassidy, Brent and Charlotte were an entertaining distraction, and one that proved to be useful, because if it hadn't been for them, and Sydney and Kat's arrival, Vincent's eyes would have roved over Lexi for far longer than would be deemed appropriate by people who were just supposed to be friends now. Of course, to most who knew them, it was hard to say that they could ever go back to being "just friends" with the extensive history they had, but... he tried. Or at least he wanted to say he tried, because even though he knew that he should have been trying to see her as just a friend, he never told his brain to shut up as it listed all of the things that he was missing in his life, every time they crossed paths, or her name came up in conversation. Sometimes he reassured himself that he was just sentimental, and that was why it was so hard to fully let go of her after so long... that that was why she was always the first person on his mind when he was drunk and couldn't think coherently about anything other than her. At the same time, he knew that in reality, it was more likely that he wasn't as over her as he claimed to be. Getting over her seemed like an impossible task, and once she acknowledged him and Cliff with a hello, which he responded back to with a similar, Hey,", he found himself pulling out his phone just to text her.

To: Lexi
I'll follow your no-more-interruptions request, but before I forget, my mom wants you to pick a night next week and a restaurant so we can take you out to dinner for your birthday. You know I want to take you out separately too, but I'll take just a family oriented one if that's all you'll give me ;)

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As more people came in, Clifford made sure to say hello to them all, but he was ready to start as soon as Charlotte said that she was ready. And of course, Charlotte wouldn't be Charlotte if she wasn't prepared for everything, and Clifford had to smile as she handed him the notes she had made about each trip. It should have been a no-brainer for him to at least bring the itineraries that the Dean had sent him and Charlotte, but he hadn't thought to do that. Charlotte's notes were concise and to the point, which was an even better option, so he definitely lucked out there. He probably would have been fine just winging it, and going off of what he remembered, like he normally did, but actually being prepared was cool too. Since he didn't care either way, whether he spoke or she did, he figured that he would just do it. That way, at least there was a smaller chance of Cassidy or Brent interrupting to make a comment about how they couldn't understand Charlotte because of her accent, or something obnoxious like that. "Sounds good. I'll explain it all, and then you can take the reins for the vote, so that if the vote doesn't go the way someone wants it to, you can take the blame for the 'rigged system'," he said, teasingly.

He cleared his throat before starting, and once the room was quiet enough where his voice could be heard, he began. "Hey guys. So, thanks for coming. We know the last minute cancellation of the Egypt trip sucks, but there's not really anything we can do about it now, other than push for it to be our spring trip. Right now, we want to focus on the fall though, so I'm going to give you all a brief outline of what the three options we have are, and after I explain all three, Charlotte will tally up a vote. It shouldn't take long, since we know you all have places to be, so, yeah." It wasn't the most formal of introductions, but it would do. "The first option is South Island, New Zealand. Administration thought it would be interesting to include a bit of an outdoorsy, adventure-ish themed option to test out for future years, so that's kind of what this one focuses on. The main academic aspect of the trip would be spending a few hours for one or two of the days at the Mount John University Observatory, which is an astronomical research observatory there. Aside from that, we would visit Queenstown where we can participate in adreline-pumping activities like a bungy jump, canyon swing and jet boat ride; kayak in Franz Josef past ancient rainforests, 900 year-old Kahikatea tree's and the Okarito Kiwi Sanctuary; skydive over Lake Wanaka; do a heli-hike on a glacier in Franz Josef; and take the Tranz Alpine Express train, among other things."

"The second option is Paris, France. Here, we would visit Château de Versailles, the Notre Dame cathedral, the Eiffel tower, the Louvre, Musée d'Orsay, Sainte Chapelle, Conciergerie, Napoleon's tomb, and a bunch of other museum/history based things. I do feel the need to point out that most of the days' itineraries here offer 'free time', for those of you who might want to include other things in the trip." He was sure that all three options would offer some dose of freedom, since their schools were pretty good about acknowledging that by senior year, the students were nearly adults, if you weren't legally already, and it was time to give them some freedom. However, the fact that the Paris trip explicitly offered a few hours of free time each evening seemed noteworthy, since it offered an opportunity for people to try out restaurants, or go shopping, or, as Vincent was already fantasizing about, do less innocent things.

Two down, one to go, and as Clifford took a quick glance around the room, trying to survey expressions, he couldn't tell what people were thinking. Since he felt pretty impartial about it himself, deciding that he could make the most out of any trip, he didn't particularly care which way the crowd's vote swayed, but he was still curious. "And last, but not least, is Berlin, Germany. Key points in the itinerary for this one would be visiting the dome of the Reichstag, the Holocaust memorial, Potsdamer Platz, Checkpoint Charlie, Neues Museum Pergamonmuseum, shopping in Friedrichstadtpassagen, taking a river cruise... and a bunch of other things that I don't think I really need to list, since I doubt that most of us understand what these German words even mean." He doubted that anyone would understand what he was talking about, yeah, but also, he wanted to quit sounding like a fool trying to sound out these words that he, for the life of him, had no idea if he was saying correctly or not. He had taken Spanish classes throughout his academic career, so if they were heading to Barcelona or Madrid, he would have been a bit more comfortable with trying to pronounce the words, but with Germany, he was content on just assuming that they were all museums and leaving it at that.

Once he finished, he looked to Charlotte with a smile, as if to hand the figurative microphone to her.

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Sydney didn't have to worry about Katherine making a scene, because she didn't think that the brunette, even on her worst day, could compare to how utterly disruptive Cassidy Knox and Brent Barclay were behaving now. Sydney understood that their role and position on the social ladder was essentially to be troublesome. They were those weird freaks, the outcasts, of sorts, who simply could not blend into normal society. They couldn't just sit down and accept that they were lackluster and sorry excuses of people, so they had to make big scenes and be disorderly, to distract people from just how bland and irrelevant they really were. Although she would consider herself to be familiar with how boys like Brent worked, she was more fluent in Cassidy's mechanisms. Although she and Katherine had only resided together for a few months, Sydney spent enough time with Katherine to understand why her friend rejected this girl as a family member. She was very difficult, and though, often, the same could be said of Katherine, Cassidy was different. She didn't have the same charm and innocence that Katherine had, so there was nothing cute, or endearing, or sympathy-provoking when Cassidy made scenes like this. In fact, all it did was add unnecessary stress to Sydney's life, and as her mother liked to tell her every time she had one too many glasses of Dom Perignon, developing wrinkles prematurely would ruin her life. She didn't need Cassidy to be the source of that; not when she should be far too irrelevant to hold even a sliver of importance in Sydney's life.

For a moment, Sydney opted to say nothing, and not acknowledge the girl or her druggie of a best friend. She didn't want to egg them on, and again, Sydney felt like her attention was a priceless gift that she couldn't just give to anyone who begged for it. She said nothing as the duo made fun of Katherine's intelligence, even as Alexandra stepped in to quiet them down. It was probably a good example, there, of how she and Alex were different. Lexi could be very direct, and very cut-throat, and though Sydney could be very harsh in her own right, a lot of the time, that only showed when she felt like she was being personally attacked. It didn't mean that she loved Katherine any less than Alexandra did. It was just that with Sydney, she showed things differently, and sometimes, not at all. Emotions weren't her strong point, and though she wasn't emotionally equivalent to a brick wall, she certainly was selfish, sometimes. It was harder for her to feel like other people's feelings were as important as hers, and that was something that tended to shine through a lot between her and Katherine. Katherine was sensitive and emotional, and because of that, Sydney had a tendency to dismiss her when she was upset or angry as simply being dramatic. It wasn't fair, of course. Just because Katherine felt things more deeply than she did, didn't mean that the other girl's feelings were any less valid, but sometimes, it was hard for Sydney to acknowledge that. Alexandra's presence usually did the trick though, because as bad as it was, it usually woke up that more competitive side of her. She loved Lexi like a sister, there was no mistaking that, but between Katherine and Alexandra, Alexandra was the one who was more similar to her in a lot of mental ways. Feeling like someone was close to her in anything always brought about a bit of a competitive air, so whenever Alex stepped in to be a good friend to Katherine when Sydney was lacking, it usually reminded her to be a better person too. Some would probably say that that meant that the goodness was unauthentic, and that it didn't count, and maybe that was true. It was more likely, though, that it just took a bit of reminding for her to remember that the world didn't revolve around her. She did care, and she was a good friend, when her mind wasn't focusing on its own self-preservation.

Though Sydney thought that Cassidy would quiet herself after Alexandra's well-worded interjection, she was mistaken. The brunette did not directly respond to Lexi, but spoke to Brent in a way that was loud enough that it was easy to tell that she intended for the words to reach Alexandra's ears. Maybe if Sydney's name hadn't been thrown into the mix, she could have continued to ignore them, and reject her friendship duties twice in a matter of minutes, but she didn't like the path that Cassidy was going down. Lately, things between her and Lexi had been really good, and even if Cassidy didn't know what her comments would automatically force Sydney to think about; that betrayal, and the aftermath of that, Sydney was still brought back to that, and she didn't want Alex to be, too. "Simmer down, Janice. Bitter isn't a color that looks good on even the most depressingly pathetic people," Sydney piped up, her eyes fixating on the brunette, though her gaze remained rather bored and uninterested appearing, over harsh. Again, Cassidy just wasn't worth that much emotion right now. Not when she wasn't directly insulting Sydney.

Even once Cliff took over and started talking, though, Sydney didn't remove her gaze from Cassidy. She allowed her eyes to linger on the girl's face for a solid minute before she pulled them away and focused on Clifford. Skydiving and bungee jumping actually sounding cool to Sydney, but she didn't know if she wanted to go all the way to New Zealand to do that. She knew the trip would be more than that, but still... nearly a day's worth of travel time, each way, for what Clifford had listed didn't seem worth it. Mostly because Berlin just seemed like the more boring of the two options left, she decided that Paris might be the more enjoyable trip. It was a destination that was overdone in her life, but she knew that with her girls, she could spin it into being a good time regardless.

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Katherine did her best to ignore both Cassidy and Brent, as they continued to antagonize her. They were both pains in her ass, but she knew that she couldn't outwit them without putting real thought into it, and she didn't want to embarrass herself by trying and failing. She would get back at Cassidy later on, when she spent the evening complaining to her father about how she was being bullied by his new stepdaughter. Thankfully, Alexandra stepped up to shut Cassidy up, but all it did was egg Cassidy on to antagonize Alex now. Katherine knew that if she wasn't confident in defending herself, she wasn't going to do a good job at defending Alex, but she would surely add that to the list of her complaints to read off to her father that night. Sydney spoke up then, and though it wasn't as stinging of a comment as Katherine knew Sydney could come up with, combined with Clifford's voice, it seemed to silence Cassidy and Brent for the moment, and Katherine focused her attention on the boy at the head of the table, too.

All it took was Clifford mentioning "outdoorsy" for Katherine to decide that New Zealand was no longer the best option on the list. She didn't think that kayaking, and bungee jumping, and going for a hike sounded very enjoyable. Katherine could get on board for some outdoor activities, depending on the circumstance, but being forced to do them, especially in a situation where they sounded like they would be extreme and force her to exert effort, didn't sound very fun. Paris was the next choice, and overall, sounded better than the first one. A lot of the more touristy things that he listed were places that she had already been to, and the ones that she had not visited were ones that were more history related, so it made sense that she had never had any interest in visiting them to begin with. Even with those sounding boring, the prospect of having free time was hopeful sounding. Katherine was very well versed in the best places to shop, and get dinner, and party in Paris, so she knew that she could find something fun to do. Berlin sounded more bearable than New Zealand, but it definitely sounded like the most boring option.

Once it was time to vote, she was going to vote for Paris, but at the same time, she still doubted that she would even attend the trip. For one, she was sure that the money for the trip had already been collected, and as far as she knew, her father hadn't paid a dime towards it. This, of course, was not the case, as her father had secretly filled out the forms to send her to Egypt. Although her interest in visiting Paris with the school definitely surpassed her interest in seeing Egypt, the issue that she didn't want to travel with the school remained. Traveling on her own, with friends or family, was one thing, because she could dictate her own schedule. If she wasn't having a good time, she could literally fly back home with only a few hours notice. She knew that the same wouldn't apply on a school trip, and for her, there were so many things that could go wrong to make her want to return home. If the weather wasn't good, or she was forced to do too many boring things, or everyone decided to eat at a restaurant that she didn't like, she was going to be miserable. It was dramatic, but that was how Katherine worked, and especially now, after recently leaving treatment, she was nearly obsessed with the routine she had established in her life. Upsetting that, and having no control over it, could prove to be devastating to her, and she didn't want to break out of that comfort zone just yet. "Now that we're avoiding you two getting kidnapped in Egypt, we definitely don't need your parachutes to fail in New Zealand when you're skydiving, so that's definitely off the list. You guys would probably be safe in Paris though, unless more of that terrorist stuff happens... but I could even just take off from school and go to Paris too, and we can just meet up at night and do fun stuff," she whispered to Alex and Sydney, once Clifford finished.

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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"Promises, promises," Alexandra sing-songed cheerily, smile ever present despite Cassidy's comeback resulting in a slight sting to Alexandra's pride. While Alex could tell herself that she was capable of seeming unaffected and unbothered by another person's opinions of her person, specifically when their aim was to undermine her social relevance or even successes, it did not mean that she didn't feel it. Alexandra wouldn't exactly classify herself within the same tier as Katherine, in that she would react on almost insane levels like getting close to a fit of tears and claiming that she was being bullied, but she could never lie about being a sensitive creature. She was. And considering the fact that she knew there were others who also felt like she hadn't accepted the fact that she was forever second place to Sydney Persson despite Alex's own following and tolerable reputation, she couldn't hide the way her eyes narrowed into slits even when Sydney dismissively acknowledged Cassidy and Cliff began to talk. Luckily for everyone, since Alex had half the mind to say something else as she hated not having the last word, her phone vibrated in her bag and she pulled it out, still listening to what Cliff had to say.

Alexandra was great at putting on a show. She could appreciate the dramatics and convincing people that she felt an entirely different way from her actual sentiments. It was one of the reasons why she couldn't wait for her birthday bash as the performer - the diva, as her grandfather consistently and endearingly joked - in her reveled in the idea of portraying, at least physically, a character played by a superstar she had admired despite Aaliyah's untimely passing. So, when it came down to having to tell everyone that she was over Vincent and was just appreciative of being able to want to at least revive their friendship - especially considering she had known him longer than she had known anyone else in their circle - Alexandra had become extremely skilled in playing her part. She acted unfazed when she saw him flirting with another girl (though there was no mistaking that being the reason behind why she decided to make out with someone else or drink a few more shots of tequila), didn't hesitate to show him the same amount of affection she traditionally showed to all of her male friends, and it wasn't uncommon for her to invite him to come hang out at her penthouse or visit him at his apartment for video games or a movie marathon. It didn't mean it was easy, didn't mean that she had forgotten what it felt like to sit comfortably under his arm in a way that was too intimate to be considered friendly. None of it meant that she had forgotten what he tasted like or even that she didn't compare some of the guys she had been with to Vincent. But she was determined to continue to play this part - this very safe role in which Vincent couldn't hurt her again like before. Even if he managed to phrase simple things like taking her out for her birthday alone like it was supposed to mean something...because it wasn't.

Right?

To: Vince
I'll txt Collie tonite. But u kno I'd hang w/ u any time. Especially if Im gettin treated lol.

Glancing at the male in question fleetingly from beneath her lashes, Alex closed the conversation on her phone just as Katherine whispered to both herself and Sydney. She didn't necessarily hide her relationship with Vincent from the girls, and she was definitely more comfortable with being in the same place as Sydney and Vincent without throwing a mental bitch fit because she had decided to interpret looks as something she needed to be worried about. But it was no secret that Kat disliked him and despite their very positive relationship with Sydney as of lately, them seeing her texting him and being able to discern any hint of something more than platonic meant a conversation Alexandra didn't want to have. Especially when she was supposed to be over Vincent by now. Smirking, she turned to her brunette friend for a moment to whine very quietly, "But I like endangering my life, mom. Maybe I can get super rebellious and get a tattoo during our down time and FaceTime you through it."

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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"Sounds good. I'll explain it all, and then you can take the reins for the vote so that if the vote doesn't go the way someone wants it to, you can take the blame for the 'rigged system'," She rolled her eyes before nudging him. "Yea, let's hurry before you become this school's next Nixon, or Clinton, or somethin'." The blonde turned her attention to Alex who started talking to Cassidy who was making comments towards Kat and Sydney. She wasn't really listening see that she had her own business to take care including not letting Barclay get to her. She had a smirk on her face as she put two of her freshly done nails to her temple, staring towards her best friend. "I guess I can see the Regina George and Mean Girls comparison. There's always that one hating ass chick borrowing The Grudge's makeup collection and harboring non-hetero-normative tastes," That caught Charlotte so off guard that she caught herself letting out a cough before covering her mouth to hide her smile. Here's another way Lottie and Alex differed. Charlotte could make snarky comments but, they came nowhere near Alex's who's always caught the blonde off guard. "No judgments, of course. I'm all for LGBTQIA rights. I am here for you, Knox, if you have a confession to make, of course." When Charlotte was sure her smirk was gone she uncovered her mouth but turned her glance from the wooden table to her best friend yet again. "Alex, c'mon now." That was her way of trying to call her friend off. She didn't know if Cassidy was a part of the LGBTQIA or whatever it was called nowadays and frankly, she didn't really care to know right now. Her and Cliff wanted to get this done so people would stop breathing down their necks. "And now if Danny Zuko and Betty Rizzo are done playing I-declare-a-who-can-get-the-biggest-rise-out-of-someone-in-the-room-war, we can actually come to a decision because if one more person tags us in a post on Twitter blaming us for this mess, I'm snapping."

"Maybe I should make my confession now, then. Tell her how I've had a crush on her for the longest time, because, you know, girls that live in Sydney Persson's shadow and spend their entire high school career trying oh-so-hard to break out of it, instead of just accepting it like Kitty Kat, turn me on sooooo much. Maybe after she finishes kissing Sydney's ass tonight, she can bring that ass into my bed. It's worth a shot to ask, don't you think?" Charlotte took a deep breath "Simmer down, Janice. Bitter isn't a color that looks good on even the most depressingly pathetic people," Sydney interjected. Charlotte was confused on what made everyone start bringing up Mean Girls references. Lottie rolled her blue eyes towards the situation, okay she had known she probably didn't help the situation at first with starting with Brent but that was different. He was a pain, a neverending, obnoxious pain in her ass. She stood up, looking like an amazon compared to everyone sitting down, and fix her long form-fitting skirt to get rid of the wrinkles that had settled in since she had sat down. She knew everyone wasn't really paying attention so she let out a small whistle to get the attention of those in the room who were too enticed by the conversation between Alex and Cassidy to be paying attention. "Okay, everyone I think that's enough. If you all don't mind I think Cliff and I are ready to get started." She smiled towards Cliff before sitting down, crossing her legs and looking up at the male president. She listened to him as he explained everything and smiled with a wave towards the seniors when he started she would be keeping track of votes.

She wasn't listening as well as she should have about the places but in her opinion, she knew these things, she and Cliff had known what they would be doing on the trips not to mention Charlotte already made up her mind. Anyone could assume she wanted Paris. It was cultured, lively, romantic, and she had family in Paris that she had been dying to see since her last show in Paris over four months prior. But she was paying attention enough to hear Cliff try to pronounce all of the German names. She smiled before Cliff motioned towards her. She returned his smile before sitting up in her chair. "Alright guys, so in order to keep it anonymous and fair, and so no one is influenced by anyone else. I decided in favor of keeping things simple and so Cliff and I don't need to count all of them by hand that we would do it online. So get out your phones and go on the link that I'm sending to all of the seniors here about," She stopped talking for a second as she typed in the last name of the seniors in the room and mass emailed them the link which led to a SurveyMonkey, a website that Lottie used whenever she needed a mass opinion from the school within a short amount of time. It was easier, it made the votes all go in three separate columns so all she had to do was make sure they were all accounted for. "Now. Alright, ya'll go ahead and get voting." She also sent in her vote and then just waited.

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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Location: Saint Jude's library (conference room)
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Clifford inched closer to Charlotte's computer screen once the links were sent out, and people started voting. He watched as the tally increased, and increased, and increased, until the twenty three votes of the students in the room had been accounted for. There were twelve votes for Paris, eight for New Zealand, and three for Berlin. Though there were many other students attending the chosen trip, the votes of the ones who had made the effort to attend the meeting today were the only ones that counted. While Clifford wasn't bothered by the idea of going to Paris, it reminded him that he needed to make a bigger effort in getting more of the Saint Jude's guys involved in student government. He was sure that if more of the action and adventure loving guys were here, they would have outweighed the vote in New Zealand's favor, but that was only something he could work on for the future. For now, Paris was the outcome, and he was content with that too. There was a lot to see and do in Paris, and even though Clifford had been there before, it wasn't like he had even seen half of the things there that he had read off a minute before. Given his easygoing nature, it wasn't difficult for him to have a good time anywhere, anyway. Besides, watching Vincent get rejected in a language besides English was always entertaining.

"All right, so it looks like the winner here is Paris, guys. Paris got eleven votes, New Zealand got eight, and Berlin got three. Even if Paris wasn't your top choice, I'm sure we'll all have a good time. Don't quote me on this, but I'm pretty sure they were talking about booking rooms at the Four Seasons there, if Paris was chosen, so it should be cool. But, yeah, unless Charlotte has anything else to add, or anyone has any questions, I think we're good to go. Thanks for coming." Like his introduction, his conclusion was pretty informal, but Clifford saw nothing wrong with that. There were some people who thrived on being prepared and having things planned to the T, and other people, like him, who liked to roll with the punches and make things up as they went along. No longer addressing the crowd, and instead, speaking in a more hushed tone, he elbowed Vincent with a grin. "Looks like you got your wish, Mast. As long as you don't come back as a father-to-be, I guess being your wingman across the pond could be fun."

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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Although Vincent didn't show it, opting to play calm, cool and collected when Alexandra answered his text, inside, he was beaming. While she was playing it casual and referencing how she was always down to hang out with him, which wasn't far from true, he hoped that she knew that this was a request to do something different. He wasn't even looking to get in bed with her. All he wanted was a formal dinner... a date. He didn't think that that meant she was going to give him another chance, per se, but at the very least, it would be a start. Potentially a start to something, and potentially not, but either way, he was glad that she seemed on board with it. Now, he just had to figure out where to take her to make the night special and perfect. There were countless amazing restaurants in Manhattan, so the selection wasn't going to be a problem, but it was going to take a bit of planning on his part to get everything just right.

To: Lexi
Perfect. Text me when you know your schedule for next week, and let me know when you're free so I can make reservations.

Vincent was glad that when the votes were counted, his choice, Paris, came out on top. As he looked around at the reactions, it seemed like most of his friends were satisfied as well, which was nice, and luckily, Clifford seemed to have warmed up to the idea by the time that he addressed him playfully. "See, I knew you'd come around," he smirked at his friend, before continuing to say, "But don't worry, I'll save some time to be your wingman too. I'll get the hot chick, and you can bang her semi-decent looking, very insecure and easy best friend. It'll be a win-win for all four of us." Brent came over then, asking to speak with Clifford in private. Vincent could only assume that it was either drug related, or possibly had something to do with Brent not being able to afford the trip, and trying to discuss some SGA payment plan or something with the class president. In case that was the reality of it, Vincent decided against making things more awkward and sticking around, and instead, said goodbye to Clifford, tossed his backpack over his shoulder, and headed towrds the door. As he made it towards the door, he neared Sydney and Alexandra, who had been sitting at the other side of the table. Katherine was a few steps ahead, already heading out the door, so he knew he wouldn't be glared at for saying hi to the girls. "You two ready to teach Paris how us New Yorkers do things? Don't tell me you were two of the three bores who voted for Berlin, now. I'd expect better from you two."

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Ricardo Slim-Helú Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker

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Alex grinned at Kat's response, but it was Sydney's insistence that the brunette was going that made Alexandra giggle softly. Katherine would probably fight tooth and nail to not go on a trip, for whatever reasons that she decided to come up with (and being sick always seemed to be her go-to, even when she wasn't particularly good at acting like she was), but she had no doubt that Sydney could force the girl out. They both could, really. But Alex could accept that she indulged Kat's brattier antics a lot more than Sydney, a surprising feat considering it was Katherine who was the oldest of them. There was no real reason for Kat not to go. They were all going to be there and hopefully were roommates, if not only a door or two down from one another. She was honestly resisting the trip for nothing. So, giggling, Alexandra beamed in approval at the location selection, nodding to Charlotte afterwards while chirping, "I'll have the announcement up on all of our accounts by midnight." She even wiggled her fingers upon Casssidy's exclamation and exit, not at all bothered by the brunette's attitude. To be quite honest, if Cassidy didn't even come on the trip because of how absolutely angry she was over them not picking her location, Alex would be nothing short of pleased. Now, on some days, Alexandra really did leave to go with Charlotte, whether it was the two of them and the blonde's sister doing homework at the girls' place or Lottie just coming over (and spending the night) to do the same and hang out. However, today wasn't going to be that day, especially once Sydney asked about their evening plans. Jotting down a few notes in both her planner and notebook as reminders for the posts she needed to make, Alex put her things away, slid out of the chair, and was on her feet while grinning. "Weeeelllll, I do have a few last minute things I need to do for my very extraordinary birthday party, but nothing I can't really do until tomorrow. Just a cake tasting and a few tidbits for my costume...which reminds me..." Alex turned her attention to Charlotte, who was putting her stuff away. She pointed at the blonde as she stated, "And I'm sooooooo serious, angel face. I love you to the moon and back, but you have until tomorrow to change your mind about that costume because you're coming home with me tomorrow and I promise you, I will have something ready for your ass on Saturday if you try me." After school tomorrow, and whatever plans they might have in the city, Alexandra was going back to her childhood home to oversee the finishing touches of the decorations, catering, and whatnot of her birthday bash. It wouldn't be the first time she had dragged Charlotte to the estate; the blonde had a bedroom of her home at both homes, though they occasionally wound up knocked out together in Alexandra's bedroom.

Alexandra checked back into the conversation with her girls when Sydney turned the question specifically to her and her eyes widened, darting between the sullen expression forming on Katherine's face and the pointed one on Sydney's. Alex flipped her hair over her shoulder as Katherine practically stomped away and she chuckled at Sydney after a beat. "Did ya have to shut her down that hard, babe?" She asked lightly, though she wasn't really feeling as passionate about what she caught on to as the basis of the conversation. The her must have been Thylane and Alex liked the girl, a lot more than she did a few of their classmates. She respected her, even. But Katherine knew for a fact that the other brunette didn't mesh well with Sydney and while Alex definitely thought Sydney could chill sometimes, it was naive for Kat to even remotely put in her own head the idea of all of them hanging out together. Even if Alex served as a buffer. "But in all honesty, I've been greedy this week and tennis sounds great. My trainer won't have to give me a look on Monday when I actually tell him that I worked out without him." They were headed towards the door when Alex recalled that it had buzzed back at the table, so she pulled it out in time for the very person who texted her to approach them. Smiling softly at the message, Alex glanced up at him, smile still soft, to giggle and reply, "Puh-lease! You know me, Berlin was my last choice."



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"We should probably start heading out now," Ricky stated, fixing his tie loosely back around his neck. Tongue shooting out to dart over his lower lip slowly, he grinned as he continued, "With our luck, I missed that meeting and you have suicides to run for being late for practice. I do not think Coach Graham is going to be happy with this." Though, if they were both being quite honest, Ricky didn't really care. To be fair, he had been on his way, like the good little student who cared about things like school trips and the like, to the conference room. He was going to have politely allowed his classmates to argue their points across and even not cut people off; he was a chilled person, after all. He didn't necessarily like to show his more...abrasive qualities, at least not without them having been incited. He was then going to give his opinion and then afterwards, he and his guys were going to do some much needed guy time, perhaps at his place, or see if there was somewhere in Manhattan they wanted to go. He had every intention of being good. He wouldn't exactly say that it was his fault that one of his favorite little cheer bunnies, Siobhan, dragged him into one of the very empty classrooms on the third floor to have her wicked way with him. He had been seduced and Siobhan was a wickedly cute face with a nice body. Who was he but Ricardo Slim-Helú! He wasn't of the mind to deny himself the simple pleasures in life. Especially when the thrilling fear of possibly getting caught was an option, especially since he himself couldn't remember locking the door.

Giggling, Siobhan pulled her skirt down from where it had rucked up recklessly over her waist when he had had her bent over one of the desks in the back of the room. "But totally worth it," she purred, kissed him lightly on the mouth again, and then sauntering towards the door first. Ricky would have just walked out together, but apparently she wanted to pretend like she had a smidgen of good girl sensibilities inside of her, so she had said she would leave first. It didn't really matter, at this point. His shirt was a bit too wrinkled and his tie too loose for anyone to think he hadn't been up to something, and he didn't even feel like putting on the navy blazer just to put on the illusion of being put together. While he waited for a few minutes, Ricky whipped out his cell and decided to text his friends to see where they were. And to mess with one of his favorite blondes. Once those were sent, he was heading out of the classroom, grinning at the look of disapproval he caught from a freshman professor since he was pretty sure it meant that they weren't as slick as Siobhan wanted to be, and headed towards the entrance of his school to wait for replies.

To: Madam President
So srry u had to miss mi presence, bby grl. U come 2 a decision on the trip yet?

To: Vince, Cliff
Starving. I'll wait outside, but if we're hangin out, food is the next stop.

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Hey, Upper East Siders; Gossip Girl here.

Since the class presidents didn't do a great job at luring most of you in for that very important meeting, let me break the news to you that all of you lovely seniors will be heading to The City of Love in a few weeks. With a moniker like that, Gossip Girl can only hope that some of you will leave your mundane selves in The Big Apple, and embrace a more scandalous side once you reach France. For those of you too young, too old, or too poor to make the trip with us, don't worry. As long as Gossip Girl is on the case, what happens in Paris certainly won't stay there.

If the atmosphere of this meeting says anything, Gossip Girl would be willing to bet on a few fun, little scenarios panning out. This trip is either going to reconnect or ruin our old lovebirds, Prince Charming and The Overachiever, and with our adored Queen Bee and The Drama Queen that we love to hate tagging along for the ride too, Gossip Girl places her money on the trip ruining their chances for good. What might be even more fun than that, though, would be seeing the Class President herself finally do something that would allow us to stop snoring at her mere presence. Innocent and pretty is only endearing for so long, dear. It's hard to surmise that Gossip Girl would be the only person who wouldn't mind seeing The Bad Boy have his way with her, and something tells me that The Class President's true self would agree with me on that too, if it ever showed itself.

My inbox is more thirsty for info on who's showing up with who to The Overachiever's party Saturday than The Bay Boy is for The Class President, though, so you know the drill. Let me know what you hear buzzing around, while I tend to those oh-so-important last minute costume details.

XOXO
Gossip Girl

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With all that had went down between herself, Vincent, and Lexi years ago, Sydney still didn't feel completely comfortable in the presence of both of them at the same time. It wasn't a noticeable change in her personality, really, but unless she was in a very relaxed mood, she just disliked the energy between the three of them as a trio. She recognized that it wasn't even blatantly awkward. Alex didn't do anything to make her feel horrible, and Vincent was usually on decent enough behavior that he wouldn't make provocative comments to her, in the same way that he still sometimes did when they were alone. Rather, it had something to do with Sydney's conscience. Whether she would admit it or not, she still felt immensely guilty and bad for what she had done to Alexandra, and then even more so, for how sometimes she could convince herself that she didn't regret doing it. It was a weird back and forth, between her mind reminding her to be a good person, and then the colder side of her kicking in, where her emotional self-preservation told her that she needed to "stand her ground", in a sense, and not feel guilty, because that side of her refused to admit that she was at fault for anything.

In addition to all of that, though, as had been demonstrated a few minutes before with Katherine, Sydney was also simply in one of her moods today, where she didn't really have patience for any interruptions. That was why, while Alex maintained a friendly demeanor (and was Sydney just being paranoid too, in wanting to say almost flirty, too?!) with Vincent, Sydney shot him an unimpressed glance, as if he were wasting valuable minutes of her time with his foolishness. "And I'd expect better from you, too, Mast. You should know by now that if Alexandra and, or, myself wanted Berlin to be the chosen destination, it would have ended up as the chosen destination, no matter what any of you had to say about it." Looking to Alex now, as if that were the definite end of their conversation with Vincent, she ran a hand through her hair and said, "I'm in the mood to play in the park today. Good with you?" She had to go home and change first, which was fairly inconvenient given that their school was located right on the edge of the east side of the park, so it would take only ten or fifteen minutes to walk to the tennis courts on the west side, rather than having to drive fifteen minutes home, and then another fifteen minutes to the court. It was a necessary stop, though, and given that she and Alex lived literally a minute away from each other, it wasn't like they had to make an extra stop for Alex to change, too.

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"Damn, someone's feisty today," Vincent remarked, taken back a bit, although he probably shouldn't have been. He was well aware that Sydney had a bit of bite in her. Alex had it, too, though luckily, she didn't seem to be eager to show it today. When it came down to it, it was that attitude and independence that the two girls shared that made Vincent attracted them to begin with, so he couldn't say that he was turned off by Sydney shutting him down so quickly, even when he had only come over with platonic, friendly intentions. Though it may have been evident that he was caught off guard initially, it didn't take long for a smile to fall comfortably back on his face, as he addressed Alexandra now. "You better take her to get something to eat, Lex. You women always seem to get cranky when you're hungry, so I'll leave to two of you be until then," he said, as his smile turned into more of a smirk. He offered the two of them a two-finger salute to signal his departure, and looked back at Clifford briefly, but continued out the door when he saw that he was still with Brent. He had read Ricardo's text message by then, but since Cliff was in the group chat too, he didn't feel the need to wait for him to pass along the message. If he wanted to hang with Rick, he could join in later. If not, then oh well. Clifford had a tendency to do his own thing a lot of the time, so Vincent wouldn't have been shocked if they didn't hear from him again until the school day started tomorrow.

To: Rick
Pizza Bench? Craving their vodka pizza

Vincent sent Ricardo a text in response, confirming his interest, and sharing in the other boy's expressed hunger. Though he would be fine with anything, not being too much of a picky eater, he had been craving a specific pizza from a local pizzeria all day, so that was his first suggestion. Once he was outside, it wasn't hard to spot Ricardo, and he grinned at him upon arrival. "Too busy getting ass to come to that meeting, huh, Slim?" he inquired, though it was done in a manner that almost seemed proud, rather than judgmental. "You didn't miss much, though. We pulled through on Paris."

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When Cliff announced that they were going to Paris. Charlotte couldn't hide her grin. She would have been fine with New Zealand but the thing was, Charlotte wasn't one for 'risk-taking' and thrill seeking types of adventures. She was one who liked to get lost in a city filled with culture, history, art, and, of course, it was the city of romance and she was a full fledge romantic. Even if she has never had a romance in her life. Knowing Alex, she would try to make something happen on the trip; a kiss, a date, hell maybe a single night with Charlotte and some guy if she was feeling really optimistic and idealistic. It wouldn't happen but, she'd let her best friend dream. She quickly sent the results and location to Headmistress Queller as several of the students shuffled out of the room either pleased or annoyed with the results like Cassidy. The blonde didn't give the girl much attention. "I'll have the announcement up on all of our accounts by midnight." She smiled with a nod. "Sounds great. She put her slim computer back in her backpack which was set on the side near Cliff. She didn't mean to eavesdrop into the guys' conversation but, she is nosey. "...I'll get the hot chick, and you can bang her semi-decent looking, very insecure and easy best friend. It'll be a win-win for all four of us." She rolled her eyes with a chuckle and a disapproving shake of her head towards the other president. "Both of you are a mess." Before she could make another smart comment Brent came up to Cliff and asked to speak to him. When Vince excused himself, Charlotte nodded. "I'll probably see you later. If he doesn't get you arrested." 'Him' pertaining to Brent. She didn't know what he wanted to talk to Cliff about and frankly, she didn't want to know. The less she knew the better. She turned to Alex and saw that she was talking to Sydney and Kat before Kat walked off. So, being too nice for her own good decided to leave on her own. She stood up and turned to Alex, who got her attention once more. "And I'm sooooooo serious, angel face. I love you to the moon and back, but you have until tomorrow to change your mind about that costume because you're coming home with me tomorrow and I promise you, I will have something ready for your ass on Saturday if you try me." She groaned. "Fine. I'll look up new ideas tonight and send you them tonight for the Queen's approval." She winked towards her best friend before walking out. She had to meet her sister outside before the car left without her, again.

From: Rosie

Be outside in 5 or im leaving w/o you

Lottie rolled her eyes, not even responding. She walked through the halls with her eyes glued to her phone to answer texts and to also be able to not feel insecure that guys were looking at her. Every time Alex or Savanah made a comment about the guys at Saint Jude getting a hard on around her or imagining her naked (Savannah's personal favorite comment) it just made Lottie feel awkward and weird for lack of a better word. Besides she had several messages from classmates asking about the trip and about homework in classes they skipped, knowing good well Charlotte went. She saw the message from Ricky and rolled her eyes. She was actually wondering where the 'King Bee' was during the meeting.

To: King Ricky

Aw, you know a part of me felt missing. And maybe if you came you'd know we chose Paris.

She sent the message before sending another with a smirk. There was nothing go on with Ricky and Charlotte, she just loved messing with him because of how different the two were. One has never even kissed someone, let alone sleep with them while the other... well, the other was Ricky and Lottie had heard enough rumors and stories about him and 'how amazing he is in bed' to last a lifetime. With how much girls, including her own sister, have gone into detail about him to her she's felt like she's been in bed with him. But, Charlotte has to admit, the man has skills. She won't fall for them but, she could see how it worked on her twin.

To: King Ricky

btw don't call me bby girl.

She put her phone her purse while pushing open the front door to see the twins' Range Rover and driver waiting for them while Savannah scurried from across the street from the Starbucks not far from their school. Charlotte snorted a bit before covering her mouth, watching her sister run across the road while trying not to get hit with three costume store bags on one arm and drink carrier in the other hand. Charlotte laughed as she walked down the steps of the school. "Go ahead and laugh, I'll just drop your coffee right here." Lottie covered her giggles and reached for the carrier as Savvy gave her bag to their driver, Hugh. "So, what did you guys decide on?

"Paris. Which you would have known if you came." Lottie replied as she used her hands to sign the words as well as say them. Savannah held her hands up in defense. "I know, I know. I just lost track of time. I needed to get the stuff for my costume." The president rolled her eyes as the two slipped into the car with the door closing behind them. Lottie was annoyed "What you get?" The troublemaker chuckled and shook her head, smacking Lottie's hand away as she tried to look in one of the bags located on the floor of the car. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise."

"C'mon, we're twins. There are no surprises. Just let me see." Savannah shook her head as she held the bags close to her before moving them to one of the seats in the row behind where the twins were sitting. Charlotte huffed before giving in. "Fine. I just won't tell you what I going as." Savvy scoffed. "Please. You couldn't tell if you wanted to because you don't have a costume yet. Do you?" The president didn't say a word as she went through her phone getting several texts telling her to look at Gossip Girl's latest post. Charlotte rarely hurried to look at the blogger's posts. They were nothing but mindless gossip and tearing people down to make her, or whoever they are, feel better about themselves. It was pathetic, still, she did like to know whenever her name popped up in a post. "That's exactly what I thought." Lottie didn't say a word as she scanned over the post before finally hitting her own name, it wasn't hard to guess who 'The Class President' was. "Is she serious?!" She was a lot louder than she needed to be, she ever made Hugh look back at her to make sure she was okay. She smiled towards the driver before turning back to her phone, sitting up as she continued to read. "What?" She tossed her phone to her twin. "Read that." Savannah rolled her eyes at her sister's dramatics before reading the phone. She covered her mouth to try and stop her giggles. "You're laughing? Really?" Savannah shrugged. "It's funny." Lottie's eyebrows shot up as she reached for her phone only to be stopped. "...Class President herself finally do something that would allow us to stop snoring at her mere presence. Innocent and pretty is only endearing for so long, dear.--... At least she called you pretty and endearing." Savvy read out loud. "Keep reading."

It's hard to surmise that Gossip Girl would be the only person who wouldn't mind seeing The Bad Boy have his way with her, and something tells me that The Class President's true self would agree with me on that too." The younger twin burst out laughing. She knew how much her sister hated when people said she and Brent had something going on there or that there was sexual tension because there wasn't. Charlotte will be the first to say that she had a stupid, diminutive freshmen year crush on him for like a week before she realized what an asshat he was which only got worst when she became president and he started selling at her events, or at least when she finally caught him. After that point, he's infuriated her to no end with his smartass comments and no basic consideration for the hard work she and Cliff have put into their events over the years. Charlotte snatched her phone with Savannah trying to stop laughing. "Sorry. I'm so sorry. It's just--... that's really funny. And kind of true." Charlotte scoffed. "Please! Brent will never be 'having his way with me' unless it's in his dreams."

"I feel like it wouldn't be the first time he'd have that dream. Or any other guy." Charlotte groaned in disgust. "Just gag me, why don't ya. And it's as if she's saying I want him." Savannah held up a finger as she grabbed back the phone and unlocked it. "Actually that last sentence says he's 'thirsty' for you." Lottie rolled her eyes, holding her hand our for her sister to give her phone back. "Now, I need to vomit." She was staring at her phone but heard her sister chuckle as she started texting Alex about the post.

To: Lex

Have you seen GG's post? If not u should apparently our love lives are the topic of the day.

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Character Portrait: Ricardo Slim-Helú Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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Clifford didn't think that he really needed Vincent's wing-man game to get him a "semi-decent" looking girl. He could probably use the help getting a really attractive girl, but average looking girls weren't out of his league to begin with. Unlike Vincent, in all of this, though, Clifford wasn't the type who really honed in on someone's looks, when trying to start a relationship with them. In his seventeen years of life, he had slept with three different girls. It wasn't anything to brag about by Vincent or Ricardo's standards, but at the same time, it wasn't like Clifford couldn't get any action if he wanted some. It just wasn't what life was all about for him. He was a teenage boy, so sure, he had his desires and needs that were more impure than his mother would ever imagine, but he wasn't a player by any means. He genuinely was someone who liked figuring people's personalities out, first. If they happened to have a pretty face to boot, then that was just icing on the cake. That was why he could only smirk and shake his head at Vincent's remark, but he also didn't have much time to add anything else in, because Brent then approached them. Vincent headed out, Charlotte said that she would confirm the results with the administration, and it seemed like within a matter of seconds, the rest of the crowd of students had filed out of the library too. "Yeah, what's up?" Clifford responded, moving to pack the few books he had taken out of his backpack back inside of it, before tossing it over his shoulder and slowly heading towards the door with Brent.

"I've got your stuff," Brent said, his tone hushed, but not to a whisper, as he knew that no one in the scarcely populated library was really paying attention to them anyway. "I know I usually hook you up on Mondays, but I had to unload some of it early. Figured a few days in advance wouldn't be a problem." He wanted to get in sales a bit early this week for more than one reason. He wasn't lying when he said that he had to unload some of his stuff early. A bunch of his brother's friends were crashing at their place this weekend, which meant that whatever drugs he didn't sell were probably going to be consumed, AKA stolen, by them. Brent already knew that that was how it was going to play out - he would leave the apartment for a day to go to Alexandra's party, and by the time he came back, his entire inventory would be gone, his brother and his friends would be passed out, and the next day, once his brother sobered up, he would become enraged and threaten to kill Brent over how much money they lost, claiming that Brent must have stolen the drugs himself. It was a scenario he knew he couldn't avoid entirely, but making some of his sales in advance would lessen the stress of it all then. Additionally, he needed an advance on his sales money because he was running low on funds in general, but he also felt the need to do something for Saturday's party. Cassidy was insisting that they go together as Gomez and Morticia Addams, which meant that he had to rent a pinstripe suit. He had a friend who was willing to loan him his for fifty bucks, and given that he was already last minute, he knew that that was going to end up being the option he selected. On top of that, even though Brent didn't know Alexandra too well, and even though he normally didn't give a shit about what people had to say about him, he decided that he had to show up with some sort of gift for her. Even if that ended up being a $25 American Express gift card that everyone knew she did not need. You wouldn't know on a first encounter, but Brent was raised with manners, and he knew he would feel weird showing up to her home with nothing.

Clifford suspected that Brent wanted to talk to him about something related to the weed he always bought off of him, but he wasn't expecting Brent to want to sell to him today. He had developed a weekly habit of buying a week's worth of a stash from Brent every Monday. Some weeks he ran through it quicker than others, and would come to him for a little extra for the weekend, but normally, $50's worth was all he needed for the week. In fact, lately he had been hoping that he could find it in him to actually start cutting back, but he wasn't so motivated that he saw that happening in the near future. Regardless, he still had enough at home to last him until Monday, but even so, he wasn't against just getting next week's supply early. "Oh, okay. Uh, I wasn't expecting it today, so I don't have any cash on me. I can pick it up later tonight if that's cool."

"Yeah, that works. I didn't bring it with me anyway. It's back at my place. I'll be in your neighborhood in an hour or so. Got a few other people to meet up with. I'll hit you up when I'm heading back this way, and you can let me know where you're at."

"Sounds good," Clifford agreed, only seeing then that Vincent and Ricardo were talking about getting pizza. Luckily, by the time he got outside, the two of them were still within sight, so Clifford jogged towards them after leaving Brent. "Sorry, had to tie up a few loose ends," he said, explaining his lateness. "I'm down for food, though. Where're we heading?"

"All right, cool. See ya, man." With that, Brent parted ways with Clifford, heading out of the school and towards the nearest downtown subway entrance.

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To say Alexandra was unaware of the tension that seemed to be always present whenever she found herself alone with both Sydney and Vincent is an unfair assessment. She was very much aware of it. Despite not many of their classmates, and the most important ones in the know being of their very close inner circle, knowing that there was even a love triangle of some sort in the past, they knew. Even though Vincent (and his mother) tried convincing her that it was only sex back then, and Sydney herself had added that it was drunk sex at that, Alex and the insecurities she tried not letting have a voice concluded that there had to be something there prior to drinking for them to fall into bed together, especially because Vincent wasn't a lightweight. And Sydney usually had more control than that. So did the blonde need the alcohol to assuage herself from any guilt in acting on her attraction to Vincent from when she was sober? Had Vincent always secretly wanted Sydney, since Alex had introduced them? Had Alex always not been good enough for one more person in her life? With all of those kinds of thoughts in her head all this time after the situation had been handled, she couldn't not be aware. Each and every time. But it seemed today that she was in far a better mood than Sydney, and a traitorously smug part of her contributed it to the fact that she was in a good or at least semi-good place with Vincent and perhaps Sydney wasn't, because Alex wasn't the snappy one today.

Alex's eyes widened upon Sydney's retort to Vincent and though she gave an amused smirk to his acknowledgment of Sydney's fire, it pales in comparison to the much more genuine smile she had had on her face for him when he first appeared. She did nod when Sydney mentioned the park, belatedly acknowledging Vincent's parting words as Alex's eyes darted between the blonde's unreadable expression and Vincent's departing (and still very attractive, as her mind supplied) form. "Yeah, I'm good with the park. After being stuck in classrooms all day, I can use all the fresh air I can get," she replied with a small grin, purposefully linking arms with her friend as they headed out of the library. Alex fixed Sydney with an assessing gaze, eyes roving over the girl's striking face, before she continued, playfully, "And as much as BAMF Sydney is my favorite queenie aesthetic of yours cuz obviously it's straight fire, you okay today, babe? Do massages need to be apart of this game plan? Cuz you know I'm always down for that."

Sydney was only forced to really evaluate her mindset when Lexi made a verbal note of her behavior, in the nicest way possible. Sydney could get like this for no reason at all, because she did have it in her personality to be sharp and unrelenting. However, there usually was a reason behind it. Some days she had just had a stressful round of classes, or maybe her mother had said something to her that had rubbed her the wrong way, or it could have been as simple as her having a headache. While she could be harsher than necessary, normally, Sydney did a good job at remaining uncaring towards the public. She acted like things didn't bother her, and that people were not even important enough to garner a reaction from her, because to her, emotions equated weakness. When people saw her snap, like now, she felt like it automatically signified that she was being pushed too far, and that her patience and tolerance for something was dwindling, or like she was going to break soon. It wasn't a look that she liked wearing, but since it had only been one comment to Vincent, who was an ass enough of the time to deserve it (and she wasn't going to consider her comments to Kat as being of her fault at all), she wasn't going to get worked up over it. Tennis would cure the stress that she was feeling, since luckily, the stress that she had within her wasn't major, and wasn't over anything specific, really.

"I'm fine," she said, nodding confidently in confirmation. "You know I don't like people wasting my time. I just didn't have it in me to let him talk away precious minutes of our time, when we have a lot on the agenda for the afternoon." Even if the girls went separate ways after tennis, and didn't check off any of Alex's pre-party errands off of the list, Sydney had other things she could get done. She had to finalize her own costume details, work on two papers, and later that evening, engage in a conference call with her father and her agent. There were other reasons for why she didn't want to spend too much time with Vincent, yes, but Sydney was most comfortable with using time as the excuse for why she had been curt with him. It wasn't like that was a lie, anyway.

Alex's left eyebrow twitched upwards, a brief sign of skepticism before she allowed Sydney's confirmation of her mood to assuage her. She wasn't going to push it, she reasoned. She herself was having a pretty good week, aside from that argument she had had with her mother on Tuesday about production rates and sales. Her birthday party was going to be great and totally fun. She was going to have a rather chilled birthday dinner possibly with family friends (and her ex-boyfriend and first love, but that was beside the point), and probably another with her grandfather. There was no need to stress herself out. She didn't have to believe the blonde, but if Sydney said she was good, Alex was going to go with the flow and be good too. So, she beamed at Sydney's response and followed her friend into the town car with no hesitation.

After she and Alex slid into the back of the black town car that was waiting out front, Sydney put on a more comfortable and fitting smile, as if entering the more intimate space of the car allowed her to suddenly drop a front she had maintained all day. "You know, Kat's actually been putting in effort lately when she plays me, so my competitive nature is even stronger than when I last played you. I hope you're bringing your game today, Lexi. I don't need you wasting my time, either," she teased.

Alex was situating herself in the seat, checking her Louis Vuitton for her phone charger since she had a habit of leaving it plugged in an outlet during school hours, when Sydney spoke again. The brown-skinned girl perked up, smirking as she exclaimed dramatically, "Pfft! Since when have I ever not brought my A-game? Never, that's when!" She insisted. Turning back to her bag briefly, Alex spotted the chord for her charger and closed her bag in satisfaction, pulling her phone up to see both the notification from Gossip Girl and Lottie's text about it. Frowning, Alex glanced at Sydney and declared on a sour note, "And once again, our favorite gossiping bitch is back at it again." Of course, this was stated before Alex actually read Gossip Girl's post. Gossip Girl was Alex's secret guilty pleasure. While she could sound disinterested, unimpressed or just plain bothered by the blog's existence, she could not read it every time something was posted, even when she knew certain secrets. She didn't know all and it wasn't like she wasn't displeased when she saw posts of herself, but who really could hate something when it was always so juicy? Then again, she wasn't necessarily enthralled with this post considering it included herself and Vincent, particularly when she thought she had been friendly. There wasn't anything to read from their interactions, right? Unless someone was privy to their text messages - especially some of his drunk ones - there shouldn't have been much of anything to speculate about. Not to mention how briefly uncomfortable if made her, considering she was reading the post in the car with the very person who helped ruin her and Vincent in the first place. So, Alex tried brushing it off, opting to not respond to Lottie yet, as she joked, "You'd think that for a bitch who spends all of her time writing about things that have nothing to do with her, she'd at least spell-check at this point in the game."

"I wouldn't call what you always bring to the court 'A-game', but then again, I guess you and I have different tennis standards," Sydney responded, including a very dramatic and playful innocent shrug of her shoulders with the comment that had made Alex shoot her a playful glare in retatliation. Though her trash talk was only playful, tennis was Sydney's sport, so she did get competitive when it came to it. Like polo, horseback riding, lacrosse, golf, and sailing, tennis fell into that same "rich man's sport" category, where if you had money, you had probably taken lessons or played on a team in one of those areas. Sydney's parents had always pushed her towards tennis, with two stand-out reasons being that her mother was great at the sport, and that their summer home in the Hamptons had its own private set of courts. Sydney became accustomed to practicing there daily, with a private instructor or her mother, throughout the summer, and as a child, she spent at least two or three afternoons at their private tennis club in Manhattan, practicing. She liked the sport because she simply enjoyed it, but more-so, because she was good at it. Better than good, even - she excelled at it. That was why she made it to the competitive varsity team as a freshman, was a co-captain of the team as a junior, and solo captain this year. Fittingly so, she preferred playing as a single than a double, since she wasn't much of a believer in the whole "there's no I in team" motto, but regardless of how the sport was being played, her goal was always to win. Luckily for her, she rarely missed that goal.

When the Gossip Girl blog was brought up, Sydney only cracked a smile at Alexandra's scathing remark about the writer's spelling. She was definitely more interested in reading what was up now than she seemed, as she only relaxed further back in her seat as her driver continued through the busy streets of New York. She didn't reach for her phone, that had been tossed into her bag a minute before, and she didn't even ask Alex to read the post aloud for her. She cared about the words that had been written, because for one, most of the time, her name was included somewhere within them, and secondly, because Sydney liked to fact check her own gossip there. She heard tons and tons of gossip from her many sources, but even if she wanted to deny it, it was hard to say that Gossip Girl didn't seem to know a lot. Sometimes, more than even Sydney herself did, and though that was never okay with her, and often left her feeling unsettled, she also appreciated having one extra informant in her circle. Even if it was a very public informant. She would read the post, but not until she was home and didn't have anyone (even one of her closest friends) there to construe her reading the post as her caring too much (because yeah, Sydney was that against seeming vulnerable).

"Okay, she's a bad speller, and her post coincidentally goes up at the same time as our newly-discovered secretive best friend leaves the room. I'm not claiming to be Sherlock Holmes, but maybe our Kitty Kat was hiding more than just her summer time secret all along. I'm not saying that there's a lot of obvious evidence that Katherine is Gossip Girl, but there wasn't a lot of evidence that she was as sick as she was either. Maybe she's this good at being secretive, and she's been playing all of us all along," Sydney suggested, only partly teasing. It definitely was a stretch to say that Katherine was Gossip Girl, but then again, when it came to this blog, it seemed like no one was safe from the accusation. Plus, Katherine had thrown both of her best friends for a loop this summer, when she disappeared without notice, and eventually, Sydney and Alex found out that she was away getting help for an eating disorder. While Sydney knew that she should have focused on feeling bad for Katherine following it, she couldn't help but to think more about herself, and how ignorant she must have been to have missed something so major, in her best friend's behavior and life. Rather than blame herself for not paying enough attention, it made her feel better to believe that Katherine was simply extraordinarily good at keeping secrets - at least when they revolved around her own identity.

Alex's mouth dropped open at that and she had half the mind to text Katherine and say that they needed a mandatory triad meeting because as much as her brain automatically came to Katherine's defense, and adamantly refused to believe that Kat being Gossip Girl was a possibility, she couldn't help but consider it. Of course, that would be giving the brunette far more acting chops than even Charlotte and that would be saying something considering who between the two of them was actually involved in theater. "Don't do that to me. You know how paranoid I can be and I pretty much deserve brownie points for even admitting that," she insisted, pointing a finger at Sydney, not even able to hide the surprised smile on her face for actually semi-considering Sydney's playful accusation. "Besides, if Kat really was Gossip Girl, she'd deserve a fucking Oscar because baby girl would have had us both fooled. Remember when she literally cried for two hours because Gossip Bitch talked about her being white girl wasted?" Alex decided then and there that she was going to cut the idea of Katherine being Gossip Girl out of her head. It was too stressful, she didn't want a headache, and Katherine wouldn't do that to them. Especially without telling them first. She did lie about this summer, was the traitorous thought she had to shake away just as they pulled up outside of Sydney's building. Opening the door, Alex glanced over at Sydney while saying, "Change and meet in 10? Prepare yourself, Persson. I don't want you getting too sad when I whoop you out on those courts." Grinning, Alex grabbed her things, winked at the blonde, and headed out of the town car. Luckily, their buildings were only one minute walking distance, giving them both ample amount of time to comfortably enter their apartment buildings in lieu of changing and meeting again to play tennis at the park.

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Character Portrait: Ricardo Slim-Helú Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Cliff Parker

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In all honesty, Ricky's answering grin to Vincent's approaching comment was enough to signify the shit-eating satisfaction he felt after how his school day concluded. But, in typical Ricardo Slim-Helú fashion, he couldn't very well not have something to say, even if it was cheesy. "Don't hate the player, hate the game, man," he replied. He had just been in the middle of texting the other guy after blowing off a group message to hang out with some of the guys on the soccer team. Chuckling when he saw that Charlotte had responded, Ricky brought up her messages as Vincent told him what they all wound up voting for. "Hmmm, maybe you'll actually get some ass in the City of Love, Casanova," he teased, giving his friend a sidelong glance. "Maybe even the one you want, if you play your cards right." Ricky might tease and act as if he didn't know that Vincent had game, but in reality, he was quite aware of the tail his friend had been able to catch since coming to St. Jude's. Obviously, not all of them were the one Ricky knew for a fact that he wanted, which is why his grin stayed planted on his face. Regardless of how much Vincent might joke that he was going to get with such and such, at the end of the day, if Alexandra gave the dumb ass the actual time of day and stopped skirting around what was obviously happening between them again, his friend might actually straighten up. And, in a way, Ricky wanted him to as well.

Or, at least, try and fail just so he could put on a nice show for Ricky's enjoyment.

"Hey, man," Ricky greeted once Cliff appeared. He nodded to Vincent as he spoke. "Pizza Beach. He wants vodka pizza and they have tacos." The guys started walking in that direction, partly because Ricky genuinely was eager to get some food. Especially if they were tacos. As ridiculous as it was and as much as he could honestly say that lobster thermidor was his favorite dish, tacos were usually his next favorite food. And give him the time of day and Ricky could eat at least twenty of them, no questions asked. Of course, he had a bit more class than that and would probably chow down on that kind of number at home where he didn't exactly have to worry about performing. But there were was no doubt about it - he could eat. Still somewhat thinking of their upcoming trip, Rick glanced at Cliff and inquired, "So, man, we all know Mast over there isn't going to be able to keep it in his pants for this City of Love trip, but what about you?" Ricky grinned. "Any girl's hotel room that you're going to be sneaking into that we should know about?"

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As they left campus and started en route to the restaurant, Vincent nodded at Rick's inquiry. He was glad that the boy was on the same page as him, in wanting to pressure Clifford into actually having fun during this trip to France. Vincent knew that Clifford deserved some credit for being able to get girls, but in Vincent's opinion, it didn't count when the only thing that that was based on was your appearance. Cliff wasn't a bad looking guy, so simply because of that, girls would gravitate towards him. What set Vincent and Ricardo apart from him, though, was that the two of them had game. Their game was good enough to get any girl into bed, Vincent thought, while Clifford's fell short, because not every girl was into that deep, let-me-into-your-mind bullshit that Cliff spewed. He was too philosophical, too disinterested, and not romantic or sexual enough. He needed to set his eyes on the prize for once, and realize that that prize wasn't finding a soulmate or someone who understood him, but simply getting laid. He was seventeen years old, and Vincent thought that that meant that he needed to save that deep, meaningful shit for when he was old and gray, and his dick no longer worked without popping a pill. "I already told him that we'd play wingman, but now that we're back on that subject, what kind of girls are you even into, man?" he said, adding a question onto Rick's, as he realized that if he was really going to help Cliff get laid, it might help to know where he should be looking. He tried setting Cliff up in the past with girls, mostly friends of the girls that he was trying to sleep with, but he had never set out to specifically find someone compatible for Clifford, based on his actual tastes. "And be realistic. Don't start up with that shit about how you only want girls who are enlightened, and all that."

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