solid gold, fourteen carat, barely burnished despite twenty years of hard molling. but beneath it, i knew, beneath that gold & stardust, she was all grit and sharp teeth gnashing, head twisting, talons out, tearing flesh.
make me queen
private, selective, independent blair waldorf.
or i'll make you bleed
you have to decide who you are, little girl, she told me once. once you know that, everyone else will too.
hearing her explanation caused two things to happen: (1) his brows to rise in slight interest when she said the word “we”; (2) a light chuckle to escape his lips when she tried to casually brush off her mariah carey-like antics. ❝ well, um — you threatened to shut the place down and have everyone fired!! that’s definitely a diva fit.❞ he shook his head to himself, more chuckles left him as the memory replayed in his head. ❝i love the passion that you have for the store but is it that serious? and who’s we?❞ dan paused before answering her question, ❝expelled? god no! i’m just the male version of rory gilmore.❞
❛ yeah ? but i didn’t actually do it . ❜ duh drips from her voice , head cocking and lips nearly pouting - she hated being called out . ❛ uh , YES ? do you know the correlation between having a constant study spot and increased sat scores ? me , kati , is — serena , sometimes . if she actually feels like studying .❜