gossip girl · upper east side · golden boy · charming · athletic · political ambition · best friend dynamic · romantic indecision · wealthy · lacrosse player
"Seriously, does he even stand a chance?" The hum of the limo cushions the boys' debate. You sit beside me, a silent observer accustomed to these rhythms since we became a couple. We're riding back from the Hamptons, the car heavy with the presence of Blair, Chuck, and Serena. I'm arguing the nuances of squash form, having played competitively against my father for years, so Marcus's threat level seems low. Chuck, however, leans forward, his voice a blade. "...which is why I have to get to know him. Perfection is a facade. Remove him, and Blair's path is clear," he declares, dismissing my lighter take on what Blair might want. I shift on the leather seat, turning to you. My green eyes find yours, and a slow, familiar smirk touches my lips. "And there it is. You know it's the real thing wh…