Upper East Side Queens;

"You’ve got it. I’ll even make it, I think we have everything."

"Oh gosh. Have you been practicing your culinary skills? Because last time..."

"French Toast?" Nate asked, already knowing the answer.

"That sounds delicious. It's my new favorite, too many waffles."

"Are you sure? I could hel—" Serena lost her words in a fit of coughing. "Maybe you're right..."

"Nate, what are you talking about? Both you and your Grandfather look so happy, should I be worried? Is there some political takeover going on?"

Moving on wasn’t easy for Eric either. In reality, he was only about a year and half older than Jenny. And, he had feelings for his step-sister. He always had. His crush on Jenny and Blair’s feelings for Nate, then Chuck played a role in their breakup. Now none of it seemed like it had been worth it. Eric was still furious with Jenny, he’d practically shoved her out the door of their home. Even if they made up, their parents were still married, so Eric pushed that out of his mind. Thanksgiving came with a crossroads. Jenny was standing in front of him, practically offering an olive branch. He gave a half smile as well, “Hey.”

    Jenny looked at Eric, and she gave a sigh of relief. "I missed my best friend. There are so many things going on in my life and I have nobody to share them with. I can't deal with that anymore." The blonde shook her head, "I need you in my life." Jenny was getting dangerously close to admitting things that she wasn't comfortable with yet, and she was sure that the same thoughts were swirling through his mind. Was she making it awkward? "Yeah, so uhm, we should be friends again. I'll even publicly apologize or whatever you need from me."

He remained totally true. Two months had passed, September, October, and neither one spoke a word to each other. He even refused to escort her to the debutante ball—something that they had planned on attending together when they were still on speaking terms. He was there, of course, but he wasn’t anyone’s escort. She still ended victorious, but Jenny cried that night. What had she let herself become in her thirst for power? Eric was lost to her. Minions would never fill the void, either, so now, it was Thanksgiving, and a part of her was ready to apologize, but was her old friend ready to accept? She saw him walk into the house, and she offered a meek smile, “Hi…”

"So what I did or didn’t do then changes what we are now?" Eric practically sneered at Jenny. She wasn’t doing anything to make the situation better, and Eric wasn’t going to apologize for ancient history. Nor would he let Jenny use a bunch of high school girls judgemental looks as an excuse for what she’d done. He shook his head before speaking again, "But, that’s fine then, I see how you’re doing things and how you want them to be. You can go be an ice queen somewhere else then. See you at Thanksgiving."

"I live here." She challenged, "There isn’t somewhere else you could be? Class, maybe? Why don’t you try and make your own friends for a change instead of riding on Serena’s coat tails or trying to talk to high school girls?" She really didn’t mean what she was saying, but she couldn’t contain herself. Eric wasn’t right in this situation. He knew that she would have to act, it didn’t matter if you were a student or not—once you were in the game, you always would be.

Eric wished for a moment that there was a next level to angry glare, so he could further communicate his displeasure with Jenny, “For one, I don’t even go to Constance anymore. I should be exempt from your games.” He called her throne a game, because in the end, that’s what it was. It was a game practically created by Blair. If not created, then at least turned into a big deal. Still, he needed to point out that it was making him sick to see her act like his ex, “You’re better than that Jenny. Or you were.”

"I’m done with that. I’m done being Little Jenny Humphrey from Brooklyn," she was feeling unjustifiably angry, "I tried that, Eric. I did it for two years, and you know what? It sucked. Stop acting like you’re better than me too, you didn’t do anything to stop Blair from being awful to me. I thought I was your friend. I thought I could count on you for some kind of protection, but you let her abuse me. You sat right next to her and your sister as she did everything in her power to destroy me, and I forgave you." The Humphrey had never brought that situation up before, and she was beginning to regret doing it now because of the emotions it made her feel. "This is who I am now, and you played a part in my becoming this way. I’m sorry if you don’t like it, but I’m the Queen of Constance Billard. The Queen of the Upper East Side, and you need to be cold to be Queen."

Here's To You {headbandsandheels}

Jenny caught his glare, she frowned, and she rolled her eyes at him. He was upset with her, he had every right, but she had asked him not to go. She knew that it'd happen. "What was I supposed to do, Eric? I had to solidify my position!" He wasn't listening to her, "You know how crucial the first day is...if I didn't do that, nobody would respect me." Everything that she was saying made perfect sense, "And what made you think that sitting above me was okay anyway? You knew. You were taunting me. You forced me to do it."

"Yeah. Really, Eric. You're the best. Uhm, I don't want to rush you or anything, but do you think you could get it for me soon?"

"Um, thanks." Dick walked out of the room with Blair, allowing her twenty five seconds to let out her string on commentary before finally speaking up about why he’d come, "Well, it’s just, you’ve been selected to be my partner when we face Central City Prep for the academic trials. Since you and I are the top boy and girl, I guess." Right now, Blair didn’t need to know that he’d specifically requested her. Maybe after they won the competition.

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The girl breathed a sigh. "Of course you can, Dick, but I need to get back to class soon." She spoke and walked out of the room with purpose. Blair Waldorf really didn't have time for this kind of triviality. Dick Grayson was supposed to be Serena's charity case, not hers, but he always gravitated towards the brunette. "It's something that couldn't have waited until after school? I know you would have ran after me and Serena to walk home with us anyway." 

"I know just the way, but it's an intensive interrogation. I can't allow you to leave after we begin. It may compromise all the data. Just come with me~" 

"Serena van der Woodsen is rather lonely than she would call her good old friend. You hurt me."

"Georgina, no. We aren't good old friends. You're a monster. When did you even get into town?"

"Love you, E."