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Clara Chase

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a character in “The High Life”, as played by LawfulAnnon

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Clara Isabelle Chasex
The Queen Bee



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N A M E
Clara Isabelle Chase

N I C K N A M E (S)
Claire (Common, Used by Everyone)
Claire-Bear (Parents)
Queen Claire (Mostly Used Behind Her Back)
The New Blair Waldorf (Also behind her back)

B I R T H D A Y
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S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual

E T H N I C I T Y
100% American

H E X
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S T Y L E
The daughter of a model and designer, Clara was always dressed in designer fashions. She wore baby clothes worth more than a new Lamborghini! Her fashion sense is still only the latest styles and most popular brands. Clara's Constance uniform is always altered to appear more fashionable. She likes to add bright colors with her jewelry and accessories. Outside of school, Clara is always dressed to impress often in floral patterns. A quote Clara lives by is "The only girlfriends I need are Kendra, Kate, Tory, and Lilly," referencing the brands Lilly Pulitzer, Kate Spade, Kendra Scott, and Tory Burch. You will never find Clara in non designer brands or worse, sweatpants and a T-shirt.


H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5'7 | 105 lbs.


A P P E A R A N C E
The saying goes that attractive people make attractive children and for Clara, it was true. She's the perfect mixture of both of her parents and everyone loves to tell her how they don't know who she looks more like. Clara thanks her father for her face shape and hair color while she has her mom's dazzling blue eyes and skin coloring. Her slim frame is maintained by careful food choices and an occasional trip to her private gym at home, sweating in public is not an option. It was only natural for Clara to know how beautiful she is. While she makes sure her beauty is showcased, Clara doesn't try to draw too much outside of her makeup. Her clothing and makeup should speak for itself so talking about it is a waste of her breathe.



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L I K E S
❀ Designer Brands ❀ Mimosas ❀ Shopping ❀ Cousin Time ❀ Parties ❀ Playing Hostess ❀ Traveling ❀ Tropical Locations ❀ Makeup ❀ Success ❀ Courting ❀ Fashion Shows ❀ Philanthropy ❀ Baseball ❀ Romance Movies ❀ Coffee ❀ Caesar Dressing ❀ Mathematics ❀ Socializing ❀ Photoshoots ❀ Gossip ❀ Spring & Summer Fashion ❀ Warm Weather ❀ People Watching ❀ Networking ❀ Decorating ❀ Competition ❀ Face Masks ❀

D I S L I K E S
✘ Loud People ✘ Attention Seekers ✘ Betrayal ✘ Canceled Plans ✘ Getting Dirty ✘ Paparazzi ✘ Players ✘ Apologizing ✘ People Riding her Coattails ✘ Fakeness ✘ Knockoffs ✘ Not getting her way ✘ Failure ✘ Being Drunk ✘ Crying ✘ Losing her composure ✘ Fried Foods ✘ Cheesy Pickup Lines ✘ Rain ✘ Whiskey ✘ Bare Feet ✘ Coach Seating ✘ Fast Food ✘ Being Alone ✘ Stupidity ✘ Lack of Originality ✘ Loneliness ✘



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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Charismatic | Insecure | Romantic | Snobby |

(i.) Born to successful business people, Clara has the gift of gab. Her confident and attractive appearance draws most people in, but her ability to endear anyone with just a few words and a smile is a true talent. Her charm is her most valuable weapon and she knows how to use it. A positive word from Clara Chase can make anyone's social life or career. However, having her as an enemy is the equivalent of social suicide. Clara has many 'friends' since she inspires devotion and fear into her followers. Bottom line, Clara is not someone you want as an enemy. People who consider her a friend know that Clara will be loyal to them, but they fear upsetting her with how much power she has.

(ii.) When you look and come from a amazing family like Claire, you'd think she is naturally very confident. Sadly, Claire battles insecurity every day. All eyes have been on her since the day she was born and one wrong slip up could hurt her family's reputation. She has to be the perfect daughter, student, and rule an entire school. She lies behind a façade of confidence and entitlement, but she knows without those things, she'd be another loser in her high school. Her perfectionist nature keeps her from failing and she won't settle for not being or appearing as the best of the best. No one truly knows how insecure she is and she wants no one to know.

(iii.) Ever since she was little, Clara always dreamed of finding her one special someone. She believes that someone out there is meant for her and she looks for him every day. Her idea of love involves someone who only loves her, somebody she can give everything to and will be there for her. Her parents have a lesser version of that love. They did love each other, but it was the kind of love that didn't mind being away from one another. Clara believes if you love someone you want to be with constantly. While Clara never wants to be known as someone's girlfriend, she likes to the idea of belonging to someone and someone belonging to her.

(iv.) With Clara's life, it's only natural that she is entitled. Clara has never had to work a day in her life and doesn't respond well to the word 'no.' She doesn't understand the plight of common people and has never been on the other side of wealth. She does look down on people and anyone of lesser status is only acknowledged if they can be of use to her. Claire thinks the world revolves around her and, to her, it does.




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F A M I L Y
Dominic Aaron Chase | Father | 43 | CEO of Chase Airlines
Clara has always been a Daddy's girl. She has him wrapped around her finger since the day she was born. Her father was often working so it was difficult to spend time with him since he worked so hard to provide for his family and make the family business better. Clara would often go on business trips with him, enjoying their family's first class airplane. Clara's father tries to make plans together often, but work often causes him to cancel. She can't hate him, because she knows he's trying but it makes her miserable when she has an empty spot in her schedule where her father should be.

Caroline Eloise Chase (nee. Lovell) | Mother | 39 | Former Model, CEO & Head Designer of Chase Couture
Clara and her mother have a mostly positive relationship. Caroline was absent during her childhood so it was hard to build a relationship. Clara can remember the few moments she spent with her mother was visiting her at her fashion empire and being a child model for some of her designs. Clara just wishes she paid more attention to her and would spend time with her, not worrying about work or whatever event she was invited to or putting on. The two view each other positively, but Clara is secretly resentful of how absent she is.

Katherine Amelia (nee. Chase) Burns | Aunt | 33 | Prominent Model & Socialite
While Katherine's relationship with her brother, and Clara's father, is strained, Clara loves her Aunt. Their days are often spent shopping and having girl time. She was almost like a second mother to Clara when her real mother would flake on her. Aunt Kate is her biggest ally when she asks her parents for something. The two are very close.

Audrey Charlotte Burns | Cousin | 7 | Student at Constance Billiard Elementary School for Girls
Clara's favorite cousin out of all her extended family. When Audrey and her mother moved in with Clara's family, Clara viewed her as her little protΓ©gΓ©. Audrey was more down to earth than Clara so the two often spar over different ideologies. The two are shopping buddies and Clara loves to play dress up with Audrey and helps her dress up the Constance uniform. Clara views her as the sister she always wanted and the feeling is returned.



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H I S T O R Y
A born New Yorker, Clara was born into a life of privilege. Her father was the heir to Chase Airlines, a luxury airline reserved for the world's elite. He was a hard working man who's sole focus was work when he set eyes upon, the then, Caroline Lovell. Caroline was the daughter of successful political family. She decided to take up modeling where she was introduced to Dominic Chase. The two had a whirlwind romance which resulted in their marriage and the birth of their only daughter, Clara. While the parents were ecstatic to have a new addition to the family, Clara's business minded parents didn't know how to balance their career and their family lives.

Growing up, Clara was raised by a revolving door of nannies and the staff. Her parents were constantly busy with their businesses that family time was often reserved for only holidays or special occasions. It was a lonely childhood for Clara. The staff did their best to make the lonely girl feel comfortable, but it was difficult to comfort a spoiled child who wanted her parents instead of a replacement. Clara's time with her father was mostly spent on business trips and riding in the family's jet, playing with her dolls while her father was busy working. Her time with her mother consisted of being her dress up doll for new designs. Any time she asked for a bit of attention she'd hear the phrase 'I'm busy' or 'I'm working sweetheart.' Clara began to wonder what was wrong with her. Why did her parents not want to spend time with her? Was she not a good enough daughter?

While her home life was miserable, school was another world Clara sought to conquer. Her father taught her the value of connections and how to win people over with her words so Clara treated school almost like a business. Her family's name, her attractive appearance, and charismatic nature made it easy to climb to the top of the social chain. Clara's social empire has been built since elementary and she continues to rule her kingdom with an iron fist. If anyone dares to wrong her, she ruins them. She's earned quite a few enemies, because of this and she is aware of the target on her back. The people who claim to be her friends would attempt to overthrow her at any time if given the chance. While many think Clara enjoys this, she longs for people to accept her. Being popular is fun and all, but she'd trade the fear people have for her for adoration without hesitation. In middle school, she began to battle intense depression and struggled with suicidal thoughts.

Clara's depression was first noticed by her Aunt Katherine, or Aunt Kate. Her aunt, on her father's side, was estranged from the family after she married below her station. She fell in love with a Marine she met while doing charity work for the Wounded Warrior project. Clara's grandparents didn't approve and cut her off. Clara's father didn't approve either, but grew to regret this decision, especially after the birth of his niece. He allowed Clara to spend time with her and that's when Kate, noticed her depression. Her husband had the same thing. He died fighting overseas and Kate sought more time with her brother's family, learning how precious time with your loved ones is. Clara's family was in denial at first, since she didn't 'seem' like the depressed type. Demanding action from Clara's parents, Katherine forced her way into their household. While Clara's mother isn't fond of Catherine, Clara's father saw that Clara seemed to be happier when her aunt and cousin were around. He allowed them to move into their luxury penthouse and allowed Katherine to act as her 'anchor' when her depressed states became more apparent. Clara eventually sought counseling and has a Psychiatrist who comes to penthouse regularly to help. Clara has improved, but linger thoughts stay with her. She maintains her confident Queen Bee façade while she hides her insecure nature. Hopefully, no one will find her weakness.



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T A L E N T S
Persuasion: x Her most powerful gift, Clara can have anyone wrapped around her finger in a matter of seconds. A minute spent with Clara's attention and gifted tongue and you will anything to keep that attention.

Intellect: x Clara is not just good looks and a talented mouth. Her father wanted her to be more than a pretty face and always told her that a brilliant mind can get her a lot farther than her good looks. Both would make her superstar. Clara takes her studies very seriously and is always top of her class.

Hard-Working: x While also a Queen Bee, Clara is a worker bee as well. Any assignment or task that Clara is assigned, she will put her all into it. She will never do anything with half effort or be lazy about her work. It can make her unbearable since she will be focused only that task and not want to move on until it is completed to her satisfaction.

W E A K N E S S E S
Insecurity: x Clara battles her insecurity every day and constantly wonders how she can be better and why she isn't better. Her insecurities are hidden, but any one close to her can see the cracks in the Queen.

Men with Taste: x Clara loves the finer things and nothing is more attractive than a man who knows quality. It can blind her when a male shows good taste since it's one of the things she's most attracted too.

Revenge: x Someone who has wronged Clara will not be let of the hook. She will use every trick in her book to make that person regret the day she crossed her. It may make her look petty or bitchy, but she would rather be Queen Bitch than the school pushover.



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Clara Chase's Story

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Character Portrait: Willow GarcΓ­a Character Portrait: Moon Eo-jin Character Portrait: Liam Summers Character Portrait: Clara Chase Character Portrait: Dante Lawson Character Portrait: Lily Delaney-Scott Character Portrait: Penelope von Dietrichstein Character Portrait: Moriah Goldman Character Portrait: Primrose Reynolds Character Portrait: Tristan Dupond Character Portrait: Nishimura Akio Character Portrait: Nurys Johnson Character Portrait: Ivan Johnson

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S E P T E M B E Rx2 5 T H,x2 0 1 7

7:05 am. It is the morning of the first day back to school for both the Constance Billard girls and the St. Jude's boys. By now, many of them should be up and planning how they're going to take on the day. The extra eager students will be on their way to the school to help set up for the welcome back assembly which will take place at 8:30 am. However for one student, they don't care about rushing into school to help nor precisely planning the perfect back to school outfit - instead, they are sat behind a computer screen typing furiously. Finally happy, they quickly press post and throw on some clothes in the hopes they won't be late to school, not that anyone would notice anyway...

'Good morning Upper East Side, I hope you've all had a good rest because this year is gonna filled with more drama and chaos than any other. I'll make sure of that.

The first day back to school means those first impressions are going to be crucial. No matter how long you may have been at the school, you better bring your a game or risk being shot right down the social ladder. Let's see if Queen Bee Clara Chase can keep her crown or if one of her minions will finally be able to claw their way to the top. Speaking of, what's a Queen without her King? Oh wait, she doesn't have one. Seems like no one can stand Queen Bee-atch long enough, not even to get in her pants. Well, unless playboy Dante Lawson can finally find his way into the heart of the one girl at school he hasn't, hm, gotten friendly with.

And what about the minions, seems like pretty Primrose Reynolds has found herself a man in new money - Tristan Dupond - I guess we'll have to wait to find out if he'll ever love her as much as she loves herself. Oh, and how could I forget the resident 'bad bitch' Nurys Johnson, even she's managed to snag herself a desperate cool girl wannabe in Moriah Goldman. Seems like Clara really is the only one sleeping on her own these days, can you believe it? The Queen being outdone by her servants and enemies. How the mighty have fallen.

All this gossip and more has gotten me so excited for the start of this term, and the prospect of spilling all your dirty little secrets is exactly what keeps me going. The bitch is back.

You know you love me,
xoxo gossip girl.'

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Character Portrait: Willow GarcΓ­a Character Portrait: Clara Chase Character Portrait: Penelope von Dietrichstein Character Portrait: Primrose Reynolds

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"Are kidding me? When I find her, I will end her." Clara threatened as she read the latest post from Gossip Girl. The anonymous blog had been a both a blessing and a curse for Constance's resident Queen Bee. It was great if she wanted information related to her, but once she started posting about Clara, it was destructive. Her latest post mocking her relationship status was just that. She sighed, stewing in her thoughts. So she may not have a boyfriend, but that didn't mean she didn't have options. Any boy at St. Jude's would kill for Clara, but Queen don't settle for boys. Speaking of boys, the dig at Dante Lawson was enough to quell her rage. Clara was proud to say she hadn't fallen for the playboy's charms, but the battle is getting more and more difficult.

"-ara? Clara? Are you listening to me?" Clara shook herself out of her thoughts at the sound of her favorite, and only, cousin's voice. Audrey has been one of Clara's few sources of joy since she moved in with her mother. The two girls were more like sisters than cousins.

"Sorry, ducky. You have my full attention." Clara said fondly.
"Can we go to the bakery before school? I want a parfait."
"Not today. We have to be at school early. As the Queens of Constance High School and Elementary, we must be on time. We can't leave our fellow students waiting." Plus, Clara needed to be there to overlook the welcome back assembly. Nothing at school would succeed without her seal of approval. The chauffer of the Chase family's limo was taking his time getting the girls to school. Clara would've urged him to hurry if Audrey didn't speak up.
"But I want a parfait! I don't care about being Queen."
"I'll make you a deal. We'll get parfaits after school and we'll go shop at the Lilly Pulitzer shop this weekend if you stop asking."

It was a sweet deal for the younger girl since they normally jet off to a fashion show on the weekends, plus they haven't been to Lilly in a while. Clara loved it since she needed a new outfit. Clara's cousin stewed over it in thought, but Clara knew she had her convinced.

"Deal."

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After walking Audrey to her classroom, Audrey went straight for her side of the school. Students were already arriving and it wasn't long before Clara had two girls on either side of her. Madison Ulthbrooks and Tessa Andrews are Clara's most important followers. Madison's father is wealthy oil baron with close ties to the Rockefeller family. Her mother is trainer for Olympic swimmers, highly sought out all over the country. She's well connected and intelligent, but knows better than to try to take Clara's place at the top of the academic circle. Tessa comes from a family of secrets. Her father is head of the CIA while her mother handles publicity for high level politicians. Tessa is Clara's eyes and ears for rumors going around in Constance. Both girls have been Clara's 'friends' since middle school after Clara proved herself to be the top predator. While she does know Madison plans to overthrow her, she knows Tessa wouldn't dare join her cause. Clara saved what little reputation Tessa had left after her boyfriend publically dumped her, so she's loyal to Clara. Their friendship may not be true, but Clara reminds the girls the perks of being on her good side.

Before going to the gymnasium to check on the assembly, Clara pulled out her phone to text her friends, well more real friends than her two followers. She debated on texting Willow, but decided it was for the best. She could play off their 'friendship' better with her two followers with her.

To: Penelope
Please tell me you'll be here soon! I need my bestie

To: Primrose
Hey hey! Are you on your way?

To: Willow
The girls and I are helping with assembly. Want to join in?

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Character Portrait: Liam Summers Character Portrait: Clara Chase Character Portrait: Primrose Reynolds Character Portrait: Tristan Dupond Character Portrait: Nurys Johnson Character Portrait: Ivan Johnson

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"IT WAS ONE NIGHT! I'M SORRY I DIDN'T CALL YOU THIS ONE TIME!... HE SHOULDN'T HAVE TALKING SHIT ABOUT MY GRADES! SO I'M NOT SCHOLAR OF THE FUCKING YEAR!... Fine, whatever." Tristan angrily hung up his cellphone and then kicked the nearest wall. The onlookers on the street gave him an odd look, but he only gave them a glare. It didn't appease his anger, but it did help a bit. His mother and him got into another argument about how he didn't call her after storming out last night. It was the night before school started and his step-dad, Aaron, was telling him that this year his grades were going to be important. Tristan naturally got defensive about it since his grades were fine. He wasn't an all A student, but he made a fair number of A's and B's. The discussion escalated to a fight. It didn't turn physical, but Tristan wanted to wipe that unimpressed look off Aaron's face. He left the house, sleeping over at his Dad's apartment since he gave Tristan a key. Normally, he would've gone to Liam, Moon, or the Johnson's place, but he didn't feel like talking. He just wanted to sleep before going to the hell hole known as St. Jude's. Well, it wasn't complete hell since he met some of his best friends there, but it was bad enough that he would've skipped if it wouldn't piss off his mother more.

It didn't take long for him to get to school. He looked up at the building, secretly wishing it would explode in a blaze of fire. He didn't care about this place or this assembly the school was so excited for. He noticed the Queen Bitch and her coattails following behind her. The school was so stereotypical it was sickening. Luckily, she didn't notice him, but then again she didn't notice 'trash,' her affectionate nickname for Tristan, like him. He could feel the student's eyes on him as Tristan went to his locker. When he called out Clara for being who she is, everyone kept their distance, not wanting ton invoke her wrath. He understood, but that didn't mean it didn't suck. Luckily, he had the Johnson kids, Liam, and the love of his life to keep him from going to crazy. Primrose was the best thing he got out of his dumb school, but even with her on his arm, people still treated him like the plague. Not that, that was his reason for dating her. She was almost like a guardian angel in his life, keeping him grounded. Though he wouldn't admit, he missed her. Pulling out his phone, since the school couldn't take it away because school hadn't started, Tristan sent a message to Prim, as well as his other friends.

To: Angel of Music ❀ // Primrose
Good Morning, gorgeous. Have you made your way to school yet?

To: Wonder Twin #1 // Liam
Duuuuuuddeee... where you at?

To: Little Johnson // Ivan
Please save me from the hell that is this school ☠

To: Main Boo // Nury
Where's my babe? I need you to survive the Queen Bitch

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Willow rolled over onto her side, giggling into her phone. She had just finished reading Gossip Girl's opening piece for the year and while she'd never admit it, her snarky comments about Clara amused Willow to no end. While she knew that whoever Gossip Girl was, they were guaranteed to just be jealous of people like Clara, Willow still found pleasure in the fact that perhaps this could take the girl down a few notches. Which was odd really, seeing as the two were supposedly friends. At least that's what everyone else thought.

Sighing at the thought of getting up and ready for the day, Willow wished to stay in bed, tucked under a mountain of duvets, for the rest of her days. But alas, just as she was about to decidedly blow off school, Willow's alarm screeches her out of her sleepy morning fog and into reality. Kicking off her covers, Willow rolls out of bed with an annoyed grunt and trudges her way down the stairs of her and her father's apartment, into the kitchen.

Gabriel was already up and about to leave as Willow waltzed in, half her hair sticking up from the peculiar sleeping positions she always manages to get herself into. "Buenos dias angel," Her father smiles, walking over to kiss Willow's forehead. "Ugh." Is her only response, but she still leans into her father, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"You need to hurry if you don't want to be late for school." Gabriel warns her, as Willow lets him go and moves on to toasting some bread. "I have meetings all day so I'll be working late tonight - try and get someone to come over after school," He continues "I don't like you being all alone in this big apartment." Gabriel always was the one to worry about Willow. It wasn't like her mother was going to, so Gabriel took on the responsibilities of both parents, which often overwhelmed him.

Biting into some toast, Willow turns to her father and begins speaking, mouth still full. "I'm fine papΓ‘, you know I'm not a baby anymore." Gabriel nods, but his face still holds that worried look he gets all too often when he thinks about Willow being on her own. Rolling her eyes, Willow resigns, "But fine, I'll ask Lily if she's free, ok?"

Immediately perking up, Gabriel smiles at Willow as he heads for the door, "Good idea, I like that girl she's a good influence," there's a pause, as if Gabriel is debating whether to say the next sentence or not, "Not like that Clara, I still don't understand why you hang out with her." Will he ever leave is all Willow can think as she replies, "Nice to know papΓ‘ - bye now!" And with that, he's finally gone.

Willow takes a deep breath, releasing the air slowly as she relaxes into the sweet silence of the autumn morning. Her eyes flick over to the balcony, large glass windows bring in the warm light of the rising sun, washing over her face with a yellow light. For such a beautiful morning, Willow knew the rest of the day would only be grim.

It takes the girl all of thirty minutes to ready herself for the day ahead. After a quick shower, she threw on a semi-decent outfit, hoping the skirt would fit Constance's uniform rules well enough. As she grabs her pre-packed backpack, Willow's phone vibrates with an incoming message. It's Clara. Nibbling on her bottom lip, Willow shoots back a response.

To: Clara
I'm on my way to school now, see you soon.


Running her fingers through her wavy hair, Willow then slicks on a bit of lipbalm before she heads for the door, going down in the elevator and out the front entrance, smiling sweetly at the doorman as she passes and finally out into the cool air. The breeze slaps Willow in the face and immediately a shiver runs down her spine. Hurriedly heading for her car, Willow is relieved to be out of the cold once she pulls the door shut behind her. Surely it would warm up as the days progressed, but autumn mornings were always chilly.

As she sat, attempting to warm up her cheeks by rubbing them with her palms, Willow decided to send that text to Lily. She'd never lie to her father, and if Willow had said she'd invite Lily round, then she would.

To: Lily
Heya, are you free after school? I was thinking we could grab some hot chocolates or whatever :-)


Sending off her second text of the day, Willow puts her car keys into the ignition and sets off for school, curious as to what kind of 'help' Clara and her followers were providing for today's welcome back assembly.

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Character Portrait: Clara Chase Character Portrait: Dante Lawson Character Portrait: Tristan Dupond

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"This again?" Her usually pretty face wore a scowl, eyes scanning over the screen of her phone. Primrose certainly didn't appreciate that snarky comment about her from Gossip Girl, yet assumed it'd be something that'd eventually blow over. In fact, she was so absorbed in her phone, she didn't even hear Noah briskly make his way over to the dinner table where she was eating her breakfast. Salmon, egg, and spinach, nothing quite like it to start off the day. "Primrose, why aren't you ready yet? You're going to be late! Mama said if you aren't ready in ten minutes, she'll shove you out of the door herself." With a slight roll of her eyes, she ever so gracefully shoved the last fork full of egg into her mouth and stood up. "Tell her I just need to put my shoes on. You're making it out like I'm still in my pyjamas or something..." She muttered the last sentence under her breath, casting a glance over her outfit before turning back to her brother with a smile. "Go get dressed, super model of the world, I need you to drive me this morning." Watching as he rolled his eyes, Prim only blew her brother a kiss before hurrying up to the downstairs closet to find her shoes.

Now, she was aware that heels weren't allowed, but that's never stopped her before. Sliding them onto her feet to give herself that much needed height boost, Prim strutted over to the mirror, checking over herself until her brother came and told her to get into the car. The drive to school gave her the opportunity to go through her phone and check her messages and social medias.


From: Bad Boy Frenchy ❀ / Tristan
Good Morning, gorgeous. Have you made your way to school yet?


Usually, she would have called Tristan just to hear his voice. But because she was late and her brother was looking over at her goofy smile, she figured it'd be better not to. She didn't need another lecture on how careful a girl like her should be around boys like him. It's only put her in a bad mood and Primrose didn't want that for her first day back.


From: Clara
Hey hey! Are you on your way?


To: Bad Boy Frenchy ❀ / Tristan
I'm on my way now, babe. Fancy going for coffee or something after school? I missed you.


To: Clara
Yeah, I'm literally around the corner. See you soon.


To: ΠΈΠ΄ΠΈΠΎΡ‚ (idiot) / Dante
You coming in today? Or are you too busy recovering from a hangover?


The car pulled up outside of school, and Primrose looked out of it with a small groan. Noah offered his encouraging world, babbling on about creativity, or something like that. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'll walk home or get a cab tonight, okay?" After sliding out of the car, she hurriedly walked into the school and towards her locker to dump her emergency makeup bag that was stashed away in her backpack. Her mind went back to the Gossip Girl post, but she quickly shook it off. I'm in for one hell of a day... She thought to herself.

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Character Portrait: Clara Chase Character Portrait: Penelope von Dietrichstein

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Penelope sat at the dining table, one leg folded over the other. Her foot tapped in time to a hidden beat as she sipped her lemon tea. Behind her, Johnathon was searching through his schoolbag and Lizzie was practicing pirouettes in front of the TV. Her father was reading the morning newspaper. Her mother was organising the staff. In short, it was a perfectly normal morning in the Dietrichstein household.

She heard the paper crinkle and her father's still-accented voice. "Lizzie, darling, time to get your shoes on." Max folded his paper and placed it across his place at the table before he rose from his seat. Lizzie skipped over to the table and handed Penelope her shoes. "Do you want some help?"

Lizzie nodded and pulled a chair around to sit in front of Penelope. She propped her feet up on her big sister's lap. "Ah yes, because a little Countess never puts her own shoes on, does she? No, she gets her older, and wiser sister to do it for her." Penelope tied the second lace and patted Lizzie's feet. Lizzie slid from her seat and hugged Penelope.

"Thank you.

Penelope kissed her sister's cheek. "No problem. Have a good day at school sweetheart."

Lizzie skipped over to Max and took his hand. "Will you be alright dropping Johnathon off as well? he asked Penelope.

She nodded in response, having taken another sip of her tea. She checked her phone. There were already a few notifications. "We need to go now anyway. Johnathon?" she called her brother. She tied her coat at the waist and slid her bag onto her arm. She walked down to the foyer with her brother. High schoolers were lingering in the lobby, waiting for their drivers. They spotted Sam's car at the front of the building and a few cameras. Penelope rolled her eyes. Apparently, not even the first day of school was off limits. "Just ignore them, John, they won't hurt us."

Until recently, Johnathon had used a different entrance to avoid the camera. Knowing that it would be impossible to shelter him forever, Max had slowly been loosening the reigns he kept on Johnathon. Penelope put her arm around Johnathon and ushered him across the street to the car, where Samuel had the door open for them. She let him in first and slid in after him. Once they were safely in the car, away from the snapping cameras, Penelope checked her notifications. Her eyes scanned over the Gossip Girl blast. Her name wasn't in it. Not yet. But Clara's was, very prominently. "It might be a good year to keep out of trouble, John. Apparently, dearly beloved Gossip Girl is back."

To: Clara
Will be 5 max. Please don't do anything rash.


The car pulled up outside the school and Penelope and Johnathon climbed out. Penelope swept a bit of lint from the shoulder of his blazer. "Now, behave yourself. I'll meet you in the courtyard at lunchtime ok? If anything happens, call me, ok? And don't worry. You're gonna have a blast."

"You sound like mom."

"And that's no bad thing. Now go, before you're late."

Penelope saw him through the gates of St Jude's before she headed through the gates of Constance. Her low heels clicked on the hallway floor. She saw Madison's flame-red hair in the crowd. Madison was rarely more than two steps behind Clara. Penelope weaved through the crowd. She was taller than a lot of the girls in Constance, but that was no bad thing. It made it easier to find her friends. She placed a gentle hand on Clara's shoulder when she had caught up with the brunette. "Please tell me you've remembered to breathe since you read the blast."

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Character Portrait: Clara Chase Character Portrait: Moriah Goldman Character Portrait: Nurys Johnson

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"I think I ate too much," Moriah stated with a pout as she subconsciously placed her left freshly-manicured hand on her stomach as the right reached for what remained of her orange juice that sat on the small square shaped dining table in front of her. The three adult Goldman women that had treated the youngest Goldman to breakfast at Norma'sβ€”one of Moriah's favorite restaurants in the cityβ€”shared a collective assumed smile among themselves as they all just stared at the young heiress. "You do this every time," her mother started as her aunt Amy was quick to chimed in adding, "you get the Zillion Dollar Lobster Frittata every time we come here. And although you know it's more food than your little tummy can handle you stuff it all down anyway until your stomach aches." Moriah made a face as if she was about to protest but realizing she had no rebuttal she just shrugged chugging what was left in her glass, "What?! It's the best thing on the menu. Plus, it's not like the frittata was the only thing I had," she said placing the empty glass down on the table. "That's exactly your aunt's point. After two cups of coffee, a glass of OJ, the frittata, and the foie gras brioche french toast am surprised you're not comatose."

"If only," came Moriah's reply as she picked up her phone off the table and swiped right to close the Gossip Girl notification that had just appeared on her phone. Moriah's before the first day of school weekend had been one of relaxation and fun. She hadn't spoken to, texted or seen any of her friends or her girlfriend since Thursday. She had spent the morning and afternoon with Clara and her family as her aunts who had flown in that morning adored the Queen Bee almost as much as Jane, who often referred to Clara as her second daughter. That evening was spent moving some of her things and Kashmir to her mother's place as she would be spending the weekend there and that night she had gone to Brooklyn and spent the night with Nurys just to spend some quality time with her girlfriend before dropping off the grid for the next couple of days. Since Friday Moriah had been strictly on family time which was something she had admittedly missed. Between both of her aunts living in different time zones and her mother dividing a majority of her time between her business and taking care of her ailing older brotherβ€”Moriah didn't see much of her family nowadays although some of the blame was on her own her shoulders as she hadn't been putting in much effort to change that.

Witnessing her uncle health progressively worsening was something that Moriah found harder to stomach than the big breakfast she had just devoured. She had no issue meeting up with her mother in the city and hanging out but that was about all she was willing to do. However, her aunts flying in made things different. When the whole family was all together it made things for Moriah a bit easier. Yes, her uncle Allan was still in stage four of his Parkinson’s disease but having everyone together just seemed to make him happier and for little moments here and there it was like Moriah could forget that he was suffering and they could all just be content and in sync as a family which was harder to do when it was just her mother, her uncle and herself.

Over the last couple of days, Moriah had been blissfully happy just being pampered by her family. She and the most important women in her life had spent all of Friday shopping until they dropped early Saturday morning. After waking late that evening the Goldman women had spent the day coddling her uncle Allan. They had watched the man's favorite movies and had actually gone out of their way to cook his favorite meals, which in every attempt the meals never came out right and they just ended up ordering in, but, the point is they attempted. Sunday was an all-day spa day at Moriah's favorite spaβ€”the Cornelia Spa at The Surrey. Now, it was currently Monday morning and while she was at school and her mother work, her aunts would be flying back to their respective homes which meant Moriah wouldn't be seeing them for a couple of weeks which was fine. With school starting up again she would need time to readjust to being back on schedule and no longer being on her own time.

"I should get going. I'm supposed to be at Constance right now helping Clara with the assembly." Moriah said as she finished reading the text that Nurys had sent her. Amy nodded in response to her niece and immediately starting looking for their waiter so they could settle the bill. "Relax Amy, we've still got a bit of time left before we have to catch our flights. Unless Jane has somewhere to beβ€”I say we stay here for a bit longer. Reiah I love you," her aunt Diane said as she got up from her seat and walked over to her niece and wrapping her arms around the girl in a tight but loving hug. Kissing the top of the girl's head she continued saying, "I hope you have a fabulous first day and you be sure to tell Carebear that we love her and we'll be seeing you both soon." Moriah smiled getting up from her seat, "I can't guarantee the day but I will definitely pass along the message to Clarie. If I'm lucky your loving words will keep her from being too pissed about me being late," Moriah said with a giggle as she walked over to mother and embraced the woman placing a kiss on her cheek before doing the same with her aunt Amy. "I love you guys. I'll come over after school to pick up Kash from your place," she said directing the last sentence to her mother as she got her coat off the back of her chair and started bracing herself for the coolness of the outside as she zipped up. As her family said their I love yous to her Moriah blew them all a kiss as she took her leave putting some extra pep in her step.

Once she outside and in her car, she sent out a text to Nurys:

To: Reese Pieces
don't h8 me bt M runN late! Breakfast w d famLe ran a bit longer thN it wz spos 2 bt M on my way nw & I'll b CN U s%n. luv yous! Don't b mad!

She considered sending a text to Clara but her bestie hadn't yet texted or called her that morning which between the assembly and the Gossip Girl blast that while she hadn't bothered to read she was sure Clara would and did didn't really surprise her. Figuring she was better off she just to the school as soon as possible she skipped the text and threw the car into drive hoping that she wouldn't have missed out on helping with the assembly entirely by the time she got to Constance.

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Using the student council's little helpers around, Clara almost wanted to beam with pride at how well the assembly was going to turn out. The President in charge was wrapped around Clara's finger so whatever she wanted from him, he gladly gave her. Her request to have the main speaker be the President of Yale college was easy enough to convince. Light hors d'oeuvres were being provided by Summers family. They have a child here, not that Clara knows who the child is. Everything was turning out perfect. Now, all she needs was her group. Clara wasn't going to bother Moriah about not showing up yet. Today was Moriah's last day with her whole family before they all jet off to take care of their business. Clara knew how rare it could be to get a whole family together. Moriah would show up soon, hopefully in time for the assembly and without her girlfriend. It seemed odd to Clara how two of her friends seemed to enjoy dating people she despised.

Her phone buzzed, and Clara was quick to check it. Primrose and Willow would be on their way. Now, she needed Dante, Penelope, and Sam. Penelope's absence was quickly solved when Clara felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Please tell me you've remembered to breathe since you read the blast."
"My breathing has been perfect. All of it put into managing this assembly. I'm glad to see you got here!"

Clara gave the girl a quick side hug before telling one of the freshman to move the lemon squares next to the cookies. Didn't she memorize the food table chart? Useless. Madison was sent to drinks for all the girls and finally returned. It was Madison's turn to go get coffee, but Clara knew the girl was displeased. Truthfully, it wasn't even her turn. Clara overheard a rumor being spread about her and some hookup she had with some older guy. The rumor was clearly false, not backed by any evidence. Clara didn't have any proof on who spread it, but Madison has always had a thing for gossip. Therefore, she was on coffee duty. It was one of the more menial tasks Clara gave to her followers.

"I got the coffee, Clara. One vanilla latte for Penelope and a vanilla bean Frappuccino with raspberry syrup for you."
"You took longer than normal. I hope some older guy wasn't distracting you." While Madison was skilled at a poker face, the faint blush on her neck told Clara everything she needed to know. Madison was not to be trusted. "Thank you. Now, go get my books. It's your turn to carry them today." The red haired girl didn't reply before leaving. Clara smiled mischievously at Penelope before taking a drink of her coffee. "By the way, have you heard from Dante or Sam? I haven't seen them yet."

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Sam heard his phone buzz from his dreamy daze. Rolling over in bed, he reached out for it. What the hell is that? Sam thought as he felt an object between him and his nightstand. He pried his eyes open to see one of the maids laying half naked in bed with him. Sam smiled to himself. Oh yeah... Sam carefully reached over the young woman and snagged his phone from its charger. 7:05. Sam sat up surveying the room around him. Things hadn't gotten too crazy the night before. He spotted a couple of half finished bottles of expensive liquor on the counter and a trail of clothes leading from the pool table to the bed. Sam shrugged, glancing at the maid while he decided whether or not to clean up the mess or leave it for her. He opted to start on it himself, but he would leave her clothes on the floor. Springing out of bed, Sam quickly placed all of his things. back in their places. Sam was one of those people who has no problems functioning early in the morning. Once his feet hit the floor, he is ready to go.

With one last survey of the room, Sam headed to the the bathroom for his shower. After about 10 minutes, he stepped out into his now steamed up bathroom, dried off, and pulled out one of his several shirts to go with his uniform. He didn't really bother with his hair, just shaking it around with his hand and letting it fall. He didn't have anyone to impress at school. They all worshipped him anyway. Sam threw on his signature scarf and headed back into the main room for a morning drink. Picking up his phone, he realized that what had initially woke him up was a notification from Gossip Girl. To his surprise, he wasn't mentioned. Not that he cared. Sam enjoyed the drama that the reborn mystery gossip line brought the teens of the Upper Eastside. He was a little bothered by what Gossip Girl had said about Clara though. Sam had already started to feel Clara breathing down his neck. He knew that in here eyes the two of them were supposed to date due to social statuses. This wouldn't help matters. It isn't like Sam doesn't like Clara. She's hot. They get along. He knows her and her family well. It would reflect well on him. It's just Sam doesn't know if he is in the mood to settle down, and he wouldn't want to hurt someone he actually cares about. Plus, there's always been this unsaid thing between her and Dante... speaking of Dante. Sam glanced back down at his phone to send his best friend a text, along with a couple others.

To: Dante the Dogg
I've got a saucy Latino in my bed if you want to stop by and make a pass. Either way, you better be at school on time.

To: Prim
You at school yet? I'm gonna try and get there at least a few minutes early to help in the auditorium. It's either that or hear about how lazy I am from Clara...

To: Driver
Pick me up a vanilla bean frap from Starbucks will ya? See you in 20. Don't be late.


Sam put back the last few sips of his drink in one gulp, took one more glance at his overnight guest, and head out the door. His driver was right on time. Sam reread the Gossip Girl post on the short drive to school, and he arrived at 8 on the dot. It took him about 5 minutes to walk to the gymnasium. On his way there he surveyed the new faces... especially the freshman girls. He came away generally unimpressed, although not every girl was a duckling. As he approached the doors of the gym, Sam could already hear Clara buzzing around the place way too fast for her own good. He smirked as he approached her from behind, catching the tail end of her question to Penelope. "By the way, have you heard from Dante or Sam? I haven't seen them yet."

Sam tapped Clara on the shoulder softly. "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." He threw his best mischievous smile her way.

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Dante snickered to himself as he read the blast. Clearly the new Gossip Girl didn't know as much as they were letting on. No doubt there would be some new faces he could turn the charm on, and a few who had been very clear in their refusal. What Gossip Girl did have right was that Clara was definitely in his sights. What was going to happen there, Dante couldn't say. It was complex, in his own mind at least, and had great potential to become very messy. And being king meant knocking his best friend off his throne, and Dante wasn't about to do that.

Dante's attention was caught by the clicking of footsteps and he looked up from his phone to see the new maid attending to her duties. He looked her up and down. She was maybe a few years older than Dante, late twenties at the most unless she was aging exceptionally well. "Oh, I'm sorry Mr Lawson, I don't mean to disturb you."

And Eastern European. God his dad was such a cliche.

Dante smiled and waved away her apology. "I had to be up for school anyway. Don't worry about it." Dante finished the first of his many coffees of the day. "I don't think I caught your name."

"Milena, Mr Lawson."

"Milena," Dante echoed. "Hopefully you'll be sticking around a while." Dante shrugged his blazer on and picked up his school bag. "And it was a pleasure to finally meet you." His eyes were firmly glued to the back of her thighs as she cleaned down the kitchen counter. His phone buzzed, bringing him back to reality.

"Goodbye Mr Lawson."

Dante smiled to himself and began heading down to the lobby. The elevator doors binged close and Dante opened his messages.

To: Fastidioso (Primrose)
Alas, no. Hangovers are for the weak. Why? Do you have one?


To: Sam
As much as I would like to, I would be late for school if I did.

And my dad hired a new maid. I swear he's so cliche it's painful




The car pulled up outside the gate to St Jude's and Dante stepped out. There was a buzz about the place that there hadn't been for a while. At least Gossip Girl was going to make this semester interesting. Given the content of the blast, Dante decided to give Clara and her minions a wide berth.

To: Fastidioso
Save me a seat


Dante came into the shared hall and quickly ducked when he spotted Clara and her minions. He took a seat at the back of the hall. He dropped his bag on the seat next to him.

To: Fastidioso
Or I'll save you one. Back right.






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"My breathing has been perfect. All of it put into managing this assembly. I'm glad to see you got here!"


Penelope squeezed her friend for a brief moment before taking her usual place at Clara's side. "And risk missing the first day of school? Never."

Penelope took her coffee from Madison with a quiet thanks. Clearly, Madison was in the bad books with Clara again. Penelope sipped her coffee while Madison was scolded. She made a small 'oh' with her lips when the older guy was mentioned. That little chestnut then.

"By the way, have you heard from Dante or Sam? I haven't seen them yet."

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear."

Penelope looked over her shoulder. Sam was smiling at Clara. "Behold my amazing summoning skills." she uttered over the rim of her coffee cup. She liked Sam, the problem was Penelope was pretty certain Clara had her sights on Sam. She wasn't sure if Clara held their friendship in high enough regard to not throw her under the bus to get Sam first. And Sam was a whole heap of trouble wrapped up with a very pretty bow. The media storm would be ridiculous and Penelope was going to keep that from her family's doorstep.

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While being back at school was nice, it was most certainly a lot louder than she remembered, which was admittedly irritating. Her hands were stuffed into her locker eyes concentrating on her phone. She'd been stuck on the same level of a stupid game for a few days now, and after the game over sign flashed up on the screen, a groan passed her lips. Then, she heard a voice that immediately put a smile one her face.

Turning and seeing Tristan made her feel so much better in an instant. "Well hey there, handsome. Are you really getting yourself into trouble already?" A kiss was placed on his cheek and she found it was a lot easier with the few inches her shoes added. Prim was about to speak when she was cut off by a voice that she most definitely did not want to hear. "Hey, you," A loud scoff was sounded as she gave Tristan's arm a little squeeze, glaring daggers at Nurys as she walked off. "Save you a seat, babe." In fact, her eyes didn't leave the other girl until she was out of sight. With an sigh, she looked back up to Tristan and wiped his cheek. "She's totally saying stuff like that to wind me up, right? Ugh..." Running perfectly manicured white nails through her pony tail, Prim took her hand in his and gas

"I'm going to have to go and see Clara and Sam before the assembly. You're free too come, but I didn't think you'd want to. For obvious reasons." She shook her head for a moment. Primrose was aware they'd be in the gym at the moment, and Clara would already have everything set up. Whether or not Dante had actually arrived was a different story, but her main concern was to see her circle of friends before everyone poured into the hall. Tristan probably wouldn't be too happy, but he'd understand. Of course, she felt crappy having to dash off, but it was way better than having Clara get pissy at her. "Save me a seat, alright? And for the love of God, please don't sit with Nurys." After giving his lips a quick peck, she smiled up at him after her locker was closed. "Love you, babe. See you in ten!"

With that said and a wave being given, Primrose began to dart in and out the students, resorting to pushing if needs be. It probably didn't help that she hand her nose buried in her phone, texting away frantically whilst making her way over.

From: Sammy / Sam
You at school yet? I'm gonna try and get there at least a few minutes early to help in the auditorium. It's either that or hear about how lazy I am from Clara...


To: Sammy / Sam
I'm coming now. Literally, I'll be about a minute, if that.


Keeping her phone at hand, she used the camera to swiftly check her hair before pushing open the door and entering the gym. Her heels clicked against the floor loudly, signalling that she was here. "Sorry for taking so long, I had to catch up with Trist. You didn't do bad setting everything up, Clara." She smiled pleasantly, lifting a hand to wave to Penelope and Sam. God, she genuinely missed seeing everyone together like this. Noting that Dante wasn't here made her frown and turn her head, just enough to catch a glimpse of him. He didn't even come over and say hi to everyone, what a shame."I didn't miss much, did I?"

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Character Portrait: Willow GarcΓ­a Character Portrait: Clara Chase Character Portrait: Penelope von Dietrichstein Character Portrait: Primrose Reynolds Character Portrait: Tristan Dupond Character Portrait: Nurys Johnson Character Portrait: Ivan Johnson Character Portrait: Sam Myers

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Willow had arrived at the school gates a little past the time she'd promised Clara. God, I hope she's not gonna be pissy, Willow thinks as she pulls into Constance and St Judes shared car park. Spying a couple pressed up against the trunk of the guys car, Willow rolled her eyes at their passionate embrace, jumping out of her car and slamming the door shut behind her. She'd never been a fan of PDA, well, unless she was drunk then Willow couldn't give a flying fuck who saw her half-naked streaking down the street. Ah, good memories.

Waltzing into school, her stride full of confidence, Willow notes that everyone seems to be here bright and early. Spotting Dante Lawson, Willow's eyes widened as she heads for the front of the hall where Clara stood, she makes sure to take the route that goes by where he sits, dropping a snide "Oh Dios mΓ­o, I never thought I'd see the day Dante Lawson arrived at school on time." not stopping to hear his response as she continues on - sending Nurys and Tristan each a small smile as she heads past them too.

Finally reaching where Clara stood with her usual posse, Willow's smile fades to being somewhat less genuine as she greets them all. "Hey guys, ugh the traffic was awful this morning." Willow begins, immediately getting in there with her excuse in hopes that Clara wouldn't then bring up her lateness. Stiffening a little when her eyes meet Sam's, Willow's obvious distaste for the guy writes itself all over her face for a millisecond before she wipes it off and it's replaced with that same smile.

Averting her gaze from the tall guy that stood right in front of her, Willow turned to look at Penelope, a much more friendly face. "Penny, you're looking cute today," Willow beams, Penelope was perhaps the one person within this 'popular' group that Willow could stand for more than fifteen minutes; she was a genuinely sweet girl that Willow found she actually had quite a lot in common with.

Then taking in her surroundings, Willow can't help but be a little impressed by Clara's work. "The hall looks great too." She concedes, not one to keep a compliment to herself simply because she's not the Queen Bee's biggest fan. During this entire greeting, Willow almost entirely ignores Primrose. Now Clara was bitchy and mean but Primrose was almost worse in Willow's eyes, she acted to sweet and cute but ever since Willow arrived at the school, she'd only ever been cold to her. Probably because Willow was so close with her boyfriend, she was worried that Willow might have feelings for him. Good thing she really only saw Tristan as a good friend.

Fiddling in her schoolbag, Willow emerges with her phone, deciding to send out a quick text while Clara and the girls put the finishing touches on the snack table. The assembly should be starting soon.

To: Vin
Where are u? Ur gonna get into deep shit if u miss assembly


Stuffing the phone back straight after the text is sent so that none of the stuffy teachers currently patrolling the hall could take it off her, Willow looks back at the group waiting to see if Clara was going to get her to do anything or if she could go sit down finally.

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Clara smiled as she looked around the hall. The hall looked great, so much better than last year. How Clara manages to do better each year baffles even her at times. It would've been nice if a few more of group had helped, or just showed up. Some were blameless, others had excuses, but the ones who didn't bother to say anything annoyed her the most. Speaking of annoyance, Sam finally arrived. Lateness wasn't uncommon for the Queen's King, but the first day wasn't the time to be late.

"If I knew devil worship would get you here, I would've done it sooner... it would've been nice if you showed up."

His mischevious smile didn't work on her as much as he thought it did. Her look of disapproval faded into a sigh. 'Not much I can do about it now.' She'll be nice about it for their friendship. The resident Queen and King Bee have been friends for years, their mothers putting them together. Sam was her social equal in every way. Clara couldn't help thinking of the Gossip Girl post. Sam may not be hers in a romantic sense, but things could happen. Everyone thought they were both cute and scary together. The fact that they weren't kept stories going of how she's a terrible that nobody could stand to be near her. There is nothing wrong with waiting for someone special, but it would be nice cease the rumors.

Clara's eyes caught movement in the back of the hall. Dante Lawson, another one of Clara's more complicated relationships. The playboy looked good today, but he always dressed impressively. Clara always had a fondness for the playboy. He's charming, attractive, and shared her love of finer things. However, his reputation stopped Clara from acting on her fascination. She wasn't going to be another knotch in his bedpost. Still, he could've said hello instead of ignoring everyone.

More of her group began to arrive: Prim first then Willow. Primrose had to see her boyfriend. Clara wanted to gag thinking about it. Her friends had the habit of dating people she didn't like, but Clara wasn't in the position to meddle. Her friend was happy and she'd be cordial, somewhat. Next was Willow, the frenemy. She's fresh blood and still open for molding. Clara smiled.

"We better find our seats. We have bigger things to talk about after: Sam's back to school party. Just warning you," turning to look at Sam, "If strippers show up I'm not coming."

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"Oh you know, the typical not wearing a blazer crap. You'd think this school would take a hint, but nah." Seeing her face made the mornings better, especially today. Everyone was buzzing about some assembly, but it was just another powerplay by the Queen Bee. Tristan typically ditched these events, but he was already on a thin ice with the faculty. His step-father was the only reason he hasn't been expelled. 'Rich people and their power.'

Nurys little display didn't make Tristan's day any easier. The rivalry between the two musicians wasn't lost on him. Having a girlfriend who one of his friends didn't like wasn't easy. Tristan understands though. He wouldn't deny that Primrose has had it easier in life than some of his friends. Nurys had to work harder than Prim when it comes to their music careers. Although Tristan would never say this to Prim, but he does think it. "Relax, she's harmless." Well, Nurys is dangerous, but the flirting and overly affectionate attitude was just to piss off Primrose. The two both have their relationships and aren't planning to ruin it over some feud.

His grilfriend running off to see her friends wasn't completely uncommon. Did it bother Tristan? Yeah, but he can't say he's not used to it. Tristan chuckled thinking about it. How his past two relationships both were close with his enemies was laughable. Some say he loves the drama and he'd laugh along with it. His life is already a TV drama so might as well just go along with it."Go see your friends, it's fine. But no sitting next to Sam. I'll sit next to anybody else." As much as Tristan didn't like the Queen Bee, her king was even worse. Clara reluctantly accepted the relationship, but Sam has been meddling since the beginning. Being trapped next to Clara was more tolerable.

Tristan moved witht the crowd as everyone was making their way to the school hall. He let out a low whistle at the sight of it. Although it was the student council's task to plan and decorate the assembly, they just followed Clara's orders. She did a nice job, though Tristan wouldn't say that to her face. The catering looked amazing, Liam's family must have done it. Tristan recognized those sweets anywhere. Speaking of which, he hasn't arrived neither has Ivan. He'd have texted then, but Tristan could feel the staff's eyes on him. Maybe later...

Tristan noticed the school's resident playboy in the back. Dante was definitely in his good books. Tristan took a seat in front of Dante, turning around to face him. "Have any fun lately or hoping for that forbidden one?" Tristan couldn't help poking at Dante and Clara's... sexual tension. It's so funny. "Speaking of fun, am I still uninvited from the back to school bash?

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Sam smiled at Penelope's response. but his smile faded upon hearing the clawback from Clara, "If I knew devil worship would get you here, I would've done it sooner... it would've been nice if you showed up." She was always the only one who could get to him with piercing words. Not that he really thought she was serious. Her wit was one of the more attractive things about her. He gave a quick fake frown but immediately flipped it into a nervous smile. Scratching the back of his head, he responded. "Yeah, you know New York traffic can be a bitch... kind of like someone I know," Sam busted into laughter to make sure it was clear that he was joking. Not that Clara even seemed to notice. He followed her gaze all the way to Dante in the back of the assembly. Of course. Sam rolls his eyes. He'd be an idiot not to notice the rising tension between his best friend and Clara. He shook it off and made a mental note to catch up with Dante after the assembly, as he was certain he would get drug along to sit with Clara and the girls.

Almost on cue, Clara pronounced that the set up was done, ordering everyone to follow her to grab seats. Sam fell in line behind Prim as he heard Clara bring up his party. "If strippers show up I'm not coming." He shook his head in laughter. "No worries hun. You girls and too much alcohol will be entertainment enough I'm sure." He was glad Clara had brought the party up though. He had forgotten to remind his driver to pick up the drinks. He slid his phone out of his pocket as he sat down next to Prim, being sure to throw a spiteful look back towards Tristan before he returned his attention to his message.

To: Driver
Forgot to tell you to pick up some drinks. Buy 20 six packs of Smirnoff Ice for the girls. Get plenty of beer for the guys. Get some vodka and some whiskey... plenty of sprite and coke for people to mix with. And buy a new lock for the liquor cabinet. We don't want anyone getting into my expensive shit. Just leave it all in the penthouse, and tell the maid to clean up and make a bunch of finger foods. I'll see you after school.

To: Gossip Girl
You mind advertising my party? You know when and where. The more people the better. I'm sure you'll be there yourself...


Sam was a regular GG tipper as he liked the drama it brought into his world. He felt he had built a good deal of credit with, not that it ever stopped her from posting about him. Sam smiled to himself thinking about the night ahead. This was his third year having this party, and it had gotten crazier every year. Clara's comment referred to the previous year, when, in their drunken glee, Dante and Sam had called a couple of strippers to crash the party. Of course, all the guys stuck around, but most of his closer girl friends left. He honestly wanted a good time for everyone, and Sam knew well enough that a mixture of solid location, good games, and plenty of alcohol would provide that. Him and Dante had a few things up their sleeve to make it interesting. He turned his attention to Prim when he realized he had hardly acknowledged her yet, "So I assume lover boy is gonna let you come tonight... I guess he can be your plus one. Don't tell him I let him come without an argument though." Sam rolled his eyes. Prim knew that Sam and Tristan had mutual disdain for one another. Sam didn't see any reason to sugarcoat it. In his opinion, Prim deserved better. He knew there was a line on what he could say though, and he often approached it without crossing it. His goal was never to offend Prim.