3. There is No Such Thing as It Girls (1/2)

h2 class="story_title" style="font-size: 1.6em; margin: 15px 0px 8px; font-family: arvo, 'times new roman', serif; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #eeeeee; padding-bottom: 4px; text-align: center; z-index: 10; color: #333333;"there is no such thing as it girls/h2div id="restxt" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14.3999996185303px;"div id="rescontent" style="word-wrap:

eak-word;"div id="story_text" class="story_text" style="border: 0px; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; padding: 8px 8px 18px; line-height: 1.7em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 80px; margin-right: 80px;"p style="line-height: 1.7em;" it was monday morning, the day that all the upper east siders that caused so much trouble over the weekend shook off their hangovers and walks of shame and got dressed in their uniforms to head over to their exclusive private high schools. as everyone important in manhattan knew, all the girls who were worth watching went to constance billard, an all-girls school with a population of seven hundred. it was pretty small but only few could afford the tuition and blair waldorf was one of the few.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / she sat on the front steps of the met, eating a meager

eakfast of egg whites and spinach. she was still nervous about sleeping with nate since it was her first time and he would be no doubt comparing her to the blonde vixen that was serena van der woodsen the entire time. blair had to be in the best shape possible for when she was naked in front of him for the second time.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / second is the best, right?

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / well, if that saying was true than everyone would have been worshipping blair from the start. blair got compared to serena on a daily basis, especially by mrs. waldorf. blair was nowhere as tall, skinny, or captivating like serena was but she had her own charm. she was smart, a leader, and her petite figure always helped her attract boys. but blair could take no chances with nate so she would stick to her meager diet and continue with her intense tennis practices.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "i love your shoes, who are they?" kati asked as she pulled one of her thick dark tendrils away from her face.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / blair stared down at her

and new red leather ballet flats. "tod's."

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "i love them," isabel chimed in.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / kati and isabel were serena's replacements after she disappeared to boarding school. both girls had access to whatever they wanted but they were happy being blair's minions.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "thanks." blair moved a glossy strand of long

own hair from her face as she continued eating.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "blair!" serena called.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / she jogged up the steps, her knee-length maroon pencil skirt practically inhibiting her from moving. since serena had returned to constance when the new uniforms were made, she had to wear that instead of the navy blue wool skirts that blair and her friends wore.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / blair smiled easily. "hey, s."

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "nice hair," kati said.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "thanks." serena sat next to blair. "what's that?"

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "

eakfast." blair tensed up only slightly. serena was her friend now, not her enemy.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / serena scrunched her button nose in disgust. "for a rabbit, maybe. how about we get pancakes instead?"

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / the thought of a short stack drizzled in canadian maple syrup and smeared with butter made blair's mouth water but she had to stay strong.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "i'd rather not consume my daily calories in one meal," blair said.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / serena shrugged. "suit yourself."

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "did you hear about the girl on gossip girl?" isabel asked.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "i heard she was an escapee in a hungarian sex trafficking ring," kati offered.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "i heard that she's a supermodel fresh out of paris," isabel said.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / as kati and isabel swapped stories, blair couldn't help but listen in. she was curious about the new girl gossip girl posted about but not to the point where she would actually admit it.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / serena smiled. "actually, i wanted to talk about that with you, blair."

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / blair pursed her lips together and looked at serena. her big blue eyes were full of wonder and excitement. blair just knew that serena had something on the new girl but she didn't want to hear about it at exactly that moment.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "we should go now, we'll be late for hymnals."

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / blair led her friends down the steps and tossed her remaining

eakfast in the trash can. they joined the rest of the female student body in the chapel, making sure to sit in the very back where all the popular girls resided. the chapel was dark and kind of depressing.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / mrs. mclean stood at the podium, dressed in a black calvin klein business suit. she was the headmistress of constance. everyone slowly began to quiet down.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "i hope you all had a lovely weekend but now it's time to get back to business. please open your hymnals to page forty-five."

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / all the girls reached into the pockets of the row in front of them and opened the ancient-looking hymnal book. mrs. weeds, the frizzy-haired music teacher, began banging on the piano on the stage.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / em style="line-height: 1.7em;" "si-ilent night, holy night. all is calm, all is

ight. round yon' vir-irgin, mother and child. sleep in heavenly, pee-ace!" /em

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / serena could barely focus on the words as she scanned the room for oriana. she wouldn't lie about coming to school, right? her parents would never let her skip the first day, no matter what lie she would make up.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / em style="line-height: 1.7em;" "slee-eeep in heavenly peace!" /em

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "now, let us all have a moment of silence for the native americans who were slaughtered during the founding of this country."

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / the chapel was silent for the most part. blair and her friends were whispering about some party and serena couldn't

ing herself to even participate.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / suddenly, the doors to the chapel swung open and oriana rushed in. her hair was in a low messy ponytail that her hair was slowly coming out of and her

illiant blue eyes

ight. her expression was smug as if she was proud that she was late on her first day. all the constance girls stared at her in awe. she, like serena, was wearing the new maroon uniform and was making it work as well. her white theory oxford was pressed and hugged the curves on her waist and the black stacked heel tory burch ankle boots on her feet accentuated her toned legs and calves.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "would you like to introduce yourself?" mrs. m said condescendingly.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / blair watched the new girl smile and step to the center, right below mrs. m.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "hey, i'm oriana jordan and i'm the new junior. i hope we can all coexist together." oriana clasped her hands together and gestured with mock-sincerity.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / serena clasped her hand over her mouth to keep herself from laughing while everyone else just stared at oriana in either shock or style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "very nice, miss jordan, now please find a seat."

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / instead of scouring the chapel for a seat with some upperclassmen, oriana opted to plop into the seat next to jenny humphrey, the blonde sophomore who idolized serena.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / jenny's eyes widened as the beautiful new girl sat next to her in the throng of sophomores. jenny was so honored to have someone who looked like oriana sitting next to her lowly

ooklynite self.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / oriana plopped her oversized louis vuitton messenger bag next to her chic boots and looked up at jenny. "i hope you weren't saving this seat for anyone."

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / jenny shook her head. "nope, it's all yours. i'm jenny, by the way."

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "oriana."

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / oriana crossed her ankles and folded her hands in her lap like a lady. jenny took mental notes on oriana's actions and wondered that if she combined serena and oriana's gestures that maybe just maybe, she could be as cool as them.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / blair practically glared a hole in oriana's perfect head. she was like serena 2.0 except not as sugary sweet nice and more tart. blair wondered where oriana blew in from anyway.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "look at her hair, she looks like she just got out of bed," kati salmon whispered to rain hoffstetter.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "who's bed?" rain shot back.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / they all snickered and serena leaned towards blair's ear.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "i was going to introduce her to you," serena said. "i didn't know she was going to be this late, though."

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "you two are friends?" blair asked with minimal edge to her voice.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "yeah. but you can meet her at lunch."

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / blair's mouth moved into a thin, straight line. "great."

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style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "watch it!" oriana snapped as yet another girl rammed into her.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / she was fortunate that she had such a strong grip on her books or else these girls would have stomped all over them in their sam edelman flats and chunky chanel heels. oriana huffed and blew another piece of her dark hair that had escaped from her ponytail. if only giselda had woken oriana at the time she had requested.mr. and mrs. jordan had hired a swedish maid who spoke a little english but a whole lot of her native tongue to keep oriana sharp on the language. too bad oriana didn't know how to say "seven thirty" perfectly because if it hadn't been for her own body clock, oriana probably would have slept through the entire school day. so, oriana looked as disheveled as humanly possible since she needed at least an hour to look as presentable as her mother would've liked. but oriana decided that messy bed head was back and that she was going to rock it with her upmost ability.

style="line-height: 1.7em;" / oriana paused in front of mr. morris' classroom. he was her ap american lit teacher and from what oriana heard, he was one of the worst teachers to have. if only tommy the sexy tutor hadn't

ought oriana's iq to be almost equal to his or she wouldn't be stuck with ap everything.