12. Gossip girl, gone
WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF SUBSTANCE ABUSE, MENTAL HEALTH, MATURE CONTENT AND DEATH
AND just like that, Gossip Girl went nuclear. Every tip sent in had been exposed and posted for all to see. Fights ensured, both physical and verbal across Manhattan. It was a mayhem that not even Winifred Dubois could cause... yet.
"24 tips Winifred?" Winnie heard her mom scrutinise her as she sauntered out of the living room where her parents resided in the morning.
"Relax, it's not like I'm committing crimes," she rebutted, feigning shock when they cast her glares, "oops too soon?"
"Leave, now," Luc gritted.
Winnie saluted them, "Yes, chief."
Caesar gave her a Bottega handbag (which the brand sent her for free) and her phone that had been ringing off the hook.
She groaned when she saw it was a group call and begrudgingly picked up.
"I knew Wellington sent in that tip about me and you," she heard her girlfriend's smooth voice.
"It was obvious," Winnie replied, sounding bored when Caesar passed her coat and gloves.
"And how did you know about my dad?" Julian's voice blared through her phone.
Winnie scowled, "Oh, Julian's on this call? I'm jumping off."
"All your dad's victims knew about your dad," Ginny added and everyone could tell she was smirking.
"And yes I knew about what happened," Winnie declared, putting her phone on speaker as she looked at her reflection.
Her outfit was more subtle than usual, cheaper than the previous day, give or take a thousand. It was black with hints of green instead of her favourite purple.
One look towards Caesar and he escorted out of the house and into the blistering cold. Snow fell graciously -- they rushed through it so Winnie's hair wouldn't get touched.
Julian scoffed, "All this to push your dad's campaign?"
"If the campaign is where your problem lies, your priorities are more fucked up than we thought," Winnie snorted, covering her head with her hand.
"See Jules," Audrey stressed from beside her friend.
"Fuck off hope," Winnie snapped.
"Ladies, ladies, we have a truce," Monet insisted, just as Luna joined her in her foyer with notes about the Gossip Girl tips in hand.
Winnie finally hopped into the car which Zoya already sat in, with her hair newly braided and boredom splatted on her face. The freshman wasn't on the call but she heard enough.
"Seems like it's ending now," she remarked as Caesar sat opposite them.
"Is that Zoya?" Julian gasped, "I thought you were in your room?"
Zoya scrunched up her nose.
Winnie almost flinched when Monet screeched, "You're still driving her around?!"
"What?!" Julian and Audrey yelled.
Winnie rolled her eyes, "I don't drive. She's getting a lift, you should be happy Julian that your sister hasn't been kidnapped or got lost around the city, and ended up having sex with a mole person."
"How long-winded was that excuse," Luna said scanning the whiteboard beside Monet.
"Who put 2 cents in Miss La's hole?" Winnie taunted.
"Salty... at 8 am, have you taken your pills?" Luna gibed, ignoring the glare received from Monet.
Ginny was quick to jump in, "Have you removed your head from Julian's ass?"
"Bitch," Luna snarled.
"Cunt," Winnie spat.
Zoya's eyes widened at the squabbling, but to say she wasn't entertained would be a lie.
"Ladies," Monet stressed.
"I told you the truce wouldn't last." Zoya expressed to an irritant Winnie.
Monet snapped, "I'm talking!"
"I can't be around this negative energy," Audrey grumbled, wanting to leave the call.
"Then off yourself," Winnie advised with a malicious smile.
Luna snickered, "A dead friend might boost Jules' followers. Nothing screams broken but can be fixed again like grief."
"What Lu? Maybe but Ladies! We have a truce, remember? I won't be the only one honouring it. GG exposing all of us, malicious as it may be, It was certainly a plot twist." Monet ranted, "Don't play the fucking blame game when we're all at fault. And acting like we all don't take pleasure in each other's misfortune is an even bigger lie."
"How mature," Winnie narrowed her eyes at her phone, "Are you possessed Mon?"
"Honey, not now," Monet hissed.
Winnie chuckled, "Apologies."
"I didn't send in one tip," Audrey decided to add.
"Oh Saint Audrey," Ginny drawled.
They could hear Luna's dry laughter.
"I only sent tips when I was under attack," Zoya felt the urge to defend herself.
"If I dressed like a lumber Jack, I would expect to be attacked 24/7," Luna mocked, earning a grin from Monet.
Zoya's jaw tightened, "See!"
"Lu!" Julian exclaimed.
Having heard enough of their voices, Winnie reluctantly suggested, "Annual New Year Hudson bash to continue the facade?"
Winnie and Ginny were only invited every year because the Menzies' history will their families and although the girls rarely went, they were going this year, as were their plus ones: Zoya and Billy.
"Brilliant idea," Monet cheered.
"I know," Winnie agreed, before hanging up the phone.
Zoya inhaled deeply, "It won't last."
"Oh, I know," Winnie didn't care much for the truce, so she called out to her driver, "To Brooklyn bakery please."
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The days after Christmas were more tension-filled than usual, which drove Winnie out of her house and with the help of her pill bottle she could just about stomach it.
Calls to and from her therapist worked and as much as she hated to admit it, talking to an unbiased individual about her problems was helpful.
So when she dropped by Ginny's she was happy to see not only her closest friend but her cheeky concubine also.
The Wellington penthouse was always warm and toasty regardless of the verbal domestics between Ginny's parents.
The first thing Winnie saw was the couple...? No, just the intense fling bickering on the couches with a Pixar movie playing in the background.
"You told GG I had a small dick? Why?" She heard Billy's question.
"You said I bleached my hair, babe," Ginny whined.
"I was kidding," Billy started playing with a few strands.
"And no one told you to post your dick to prove her wrong."
"And no one told GG to post about minors' anatomy, I mean I wouldn't care as long as she's actually a student," Winnie commented, seemingly irked as she adjusted her fur hat, interrupting their conversation.
Ginny rose from Billy's lap, rounding the sofa, mirroring her friend's expression and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Billy merely beamed at her as she Winnie rid herself of her coat.
"Who else would she be?" Ginny asked, gesturing one of her maids to take Winnie's shoes and other belongings.
"A good student with impeccable vocab."
"Or an English teacher."
Billy laughed, "You get your kicks arresting teachers."
"Ginny likes getting them fired," Winnie pointed out, sitting down opposite them.
"You got rid of our last French teacher for giving you an A minus," Ginny chuckled.
Winnie shrugged as she brought her knees to her chest, "You encouraged me to do it."
Ginny cooed, "And look how happy you are for it.
Winnie playfully scoffed, "Now shut up and play the movie, I've gotta be back at home in time to pack and relax."
Billy grimaced, "Do we have to go?"
"Yes."
The blondes exchanged an aggravating look.
"We all know it's Monet who's forcing you," Ginny started, earning a glare.
Billy agreed, "First the truce and now —"
" — fuck you both and press play," Winnie couldn't help but snap.
"You're being mean!" Billy huffed, throwing his head back.
"I told you not to expect anything different," Winnie deadpanned.
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Now back in her townhouse, Winnie allowed Abaddon to lay on her as she leaned on the sofa behind her. At first, he was hesitant but grew used to her stroking his fur and occasionally scratching at his stomach.
It wasn't a minute later, that Monet appeared by the door of the conservatory, eyes softening at the sight as the snow fell and stuck to the vast windows.
Initially, the De Haan teen was a little pissed and sceptical, being in the Dubois estate had her on edge, especially after the little conversation she overheard her parents talking about. Not just that, but to hear her girlfriend kept Zoya on a tight leash frustrated her, of course, she couldn't say much, considering she still represented someone Winnie loathed, but there was a truce and until there were signs of it breaking she would keep her mouth shut.
Winnie glanced up from the heated floor she sat on, to see Monet adorning a lynx hooded coat – one of the few outfits that she bought her for Christmas. Monet also wore a light brown wig perfectly installed on her head.
Real human hair since synthetic had them both on edge.
"You know I would mistake you for a stalker," Winnie teased, ruffling Adaddon's fur before he caught the familiar scent of the other heiress, causing him to rush over and greet her with happy barks.
Monet smiled as she lowered down, petting him excitedly, she too knew what it was like to receive only limited affection from Winnie.
"No stalker looks as flawless as me," she sassed, walking over to sit beside her girlfriend with Addadon in tow, who constantly looked between them.
"I can't disagree on that," Winnie paused, "No kiss?"
"Sorry," Monet murmured, cupping her face and pressing a warm kiss to her lips.
Winnie's tone lowered as she leaned into her touch, "You've been saying that a lot recently, what's up with you?"
"Minor issues that can easily be remedied, all packed?"
"Three bags and a suitcase."
"You're copying me," Monet pouted, dropping her hand to grab hers.
"No, you're influencing me," Winnie opted to say, "just goes to show how much power we have doesn't it?"
A smirk tugged at Monet's lips, "Vogue called me this morning, they want to do a profile on us."
"I got that same call. 4th of january is when they want to see us."
"Can't wait," Monet squealed at the kisses peppering her face, "Stop Win, my makeup – and just because ruined yours on boxing day, doesn't give you the right at revenge."
"Oh revenge tastes so sweet and feels so wet," Winnie's eyes darkened, "and the sounds revenge makes when she about to cu–" she chuckled at the nudge she received. "What? Too crude for you?"
"Not crude enough," the desire for Monet to spend more time with her girlfriend was peaking and as much as she loved it, she was still very cautious of when she was around her. "I need to tell you something."
Winnie quirked up a brow, "Is it what you wanted to tell me before but was too pussy to say?"
Her question made Monet playfully groan.
"I hate that you know me so well."
"Well, what are partners for? Spill."
Monet rolled her shoulders back and scanned the room, before rushing out, "I love spending time with you and being away from you irritates me. It nauseates me when you are away with off-brand Ken and Barbie. You have a hold over me that at times I want to disappear, but it makes me feel warm and safe, just as much as I feel wary and afraid that something between us," she squeezed her hand harder, staring deeply into her eyes she couldn't bring herself to look away, "-- will implode because of something small and yet, I'm still here. Call me possessive, call me a jealous bitch but when I get something, I won't let it go, unless someone forces my hand."
By the end of her confession, she had closed the distance between them, feeling the corniest sparks fly off her words and into Winnie's pretty brown eyes.
The Dubois heiress was speechless, dozens of things rested on the tip of her tongue and yet when she opened her mouth to speak, something tugged her back.
A split second was all it took for Monet's lightness and calm to deflate until soft lips attacked hers.
Winnie tried her hardest to pour everything she felt into their kiss, the ease Monet caused her to feel and sometimes the torment. From erotic pleasure to happiness she made sure her girlfriend knew what she needed to say but couldn't. Her tears fell onto Monet's cheeks as the kiss grew more in sync and passionate. It was deep and true. Between the soft whines and the breathy whimpers, they had a taste of home and what it should feel like.
Only when they pulled away did they stop to breathe and giggle like two little school girls as Abaddon barked and ran around the room.
Monet wiped away her tears and Winnie fixed her smudged make-up.
They were so caught up in their own bubble they didn't see Max walk up.
"Sigh, love makes me sick."
He caught their attention, leaning against the threshold of the conservatory.
Winnie's glossy eyes narrowed at his defeated state. Max looked exhausted and was supposed to be in Wainscott with Gideon, but opted for bashes as orgies instead. He was drugged up and fucked out and still felt the remanence of Aki and Audrey all over his mind and body.
"You look foul, how did security let you in?" Monet questioned, mildly concerned.
"Raw sex appeal," he deadpanned, disregarding the barking from Abaddon.
"And it's reeking." Winnie thought he looked raggedy, he's spirally only escalated since their sleepover.
Monet leaned against her girlfriend's shoulder, "And you're still avoiding your boorish ball and chain?"
"Not avoiding. They don't exist to me," his scowl was unconvincing.
"Until they do," the girls said in unison, making him scoff.
"God, you two are annoyingly hot together," he brought out a small container as he neared them, "I don't know whether to look away or stare profusely."
Monet glared, "Look away."
Winnie's phone rang as they stared the other down, she picked up when she saw it was her mom and regretfully answered, speaking in French alerting Margaux she wasn't alone. Neither Monet nor Max cared but were enticed by her effortless accent. Winnie was informed that her mom and dad were going to be back soon from their meeting with Nate Archibald – Billy's nephew and William's grandson.
"I always forget you can do that. It's so hot," Max remarked when the phone call ended.
Winnie huffed out a laugh, stoking her girlfriend's arm when Monet sneered, "Watch it."
Max finally cracked a crooked smile, "Oh I will."
"And you seriously need a shower," Monet added snarkily when he sat behind them.
Winnie squeezed her arm as they turned around to face him, "Oh what happened to the truce you were formidably trying to enforce?"
"You're still doing that? Post tipgate?" Max leaned back surveying the lifeless room that was full of jolly ornaments which did very little to change his mood.
Monet pursed her lips, "Attempting to —"
" — but failing," Winnie interrupted.
"Just break it, it's not like anything lasts in this world," Monet scrunched up her face at his words, "Anyway I only stopped by to give you these," he dropped the container of cookies in Winnie's lap, "and to say I'll be joining you on the post new years trip to Cancun. My dad talked to your mom about it, and says I need to spend time away."
Monet feigned glee, "Goody."
"You're riding with me and Zoya to Hudson," Winnie added. Monet held her tongue at the mention of the freshmen. "And the bleached blondes will be there too."
"My favourite lesbians won't be dry humping in the backseat? What a shame," Max tutted, suppressing the urge to scoff at Billy and Ginny's coupling.
"On the way back, yes," Winnie wasn't joking and the look in her eyes had Monet's stomach fluttering, "But meet me here first thing tomorrow," she sent a pointed look at Max, "And try to be sober."
"No promises," he sent them a wink, slapped his knees and rose.
The couple watched as he got further out of sight.
"So... wanna bathe together?" Monet suggested, watching as Winnie basked in the faint smell of the cookies on her lap.
Winnie quirked a brow, "But the way you're scowling... are you sure you won't drown me?"
"I would never kill you, honey," Monet's eyes never left hers, "or anyone," she added, making Winnie cock her head to the side and shift. "And I have to go to Jules' to help her downsize. But a good bathtime fuck is on the cards right?"
"Always."
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The ride over to the quaint weekend house was filled with silence, Zoya listened to her music, Winnie snacked on the leftover cookies, Max slept off another hangover, whilst Ginny and Billy doted and murmured delicate things to each other. Caesar drove over an hour in advance.
Zoya was shocked by the size of the grounds, even covered in snow and it looked huge.
Julian, Luna and Monet left their car first and were quick to be welcomed by Aki and Audrey. And later the property Manager Kenneth.
"Max," Winnie nudged the boy who grunted when he woke. Zoya got out with Billy and Ginny, "we're here."
"Can we turn back?" he flinched when the doors shut and they were the only teens left. "Call your mom to get us a 'copter out. The helipad is only back there."
"Maximus."
"Winfired," he mocked but reluctantly opened the door, and rounded the car to open up her side. "Milady."
"I hate you," she grumbled when they stalked towards the house.
Aki and Audrey tried tearing him away from the girl but she moved.
Caesar nodded towards Winnie and she could see he was already accustomed to Kenneth.
Monet quickly joined her, pecking her lips with a smile.
Everyone's coats were quickly taken as they were forced to interact.
"I need to smoke," Billy groaned at the pure awkwardness.
Max hummed, "The first time I'm agreeing with you."
"Oh god," Ginny scoffed at the pair of them.
"Obie! You came," Julian welcomed brightly but her smile fell when he ushered in the girl he'd been seeing.
"Everybody, this is Grace. And I hope that I'm not making a huge mistake introducing you to her," he tugged on Grace, the girl who epitomised the 'girl next door' look so effortlessly.
Winnie hid her smirk in Monet's neck.
Billy simply wrapped an arm around Ginny.
"Thank you so much for having me, Akeno," Grace's smile never faded, despite being very nervous.
Obie chuckled, "That's exactly how his mom says it."
Grace briefly panicked, "Oh, did I get it wrong?"
"No, that's how you're supposed to say it. Nice to meet you," Aki forcibly smiled from beside Audrey who did anything but.
Max zoned out and didn't notice a new person standing so close.
It wasn't until Grace turned to the Dubois heiress did she did her eyes doubled in size.
"Winnie nice seeing you again," she knew that Winnie's bodyguard wouldn't be far so she cast him a gentle smile, "Caesar you too."
The stoic man nodded at her.
"You guys know each other?" Julian was confused, as was everyone else.
Monet turned to her girlfriend with an expecting look.
Winnie hummed, "Yup."
Grace smiled at the blonde boy, who she recognised from a charity event hosted by his father, "Billy."
It was Ginny's turn to face him.
"Gracie," Billy greeted then looked away.
Ginny repeated, "Gracie?"
Monet and Luna exchanged a look, the former more annoyed than anything.
Grace beamed, "You must be Ginny, Both Winnie and Billy have told me so much about you. Just as pretty as they described. And I follow your Instagram, who knew you could make blue my favourite colour?"
Ginny's silence caused Grace to glance around.
Monet cleared her throat, "I'm Monet, Winnie's girlfriend since she told you so much about everyone excluding me."
"Mon," Winnie breathed out as her girlfriend shrugged her off.
Grace shook her head, "Actually she mentioned at the most recent charity event that you're her person."
"Oh shit," Billy whispered to a frustrated Ginny.
"Oh," Monet regretfully gulped, turning to Winnie who chose to look ahead.
Everyone else glanced around, trying to avoid the tension, but if they caught the others of another, they knew they'd laugh.
So they started introducing themselves.
"Luna," the La girl went first.
"Zoya," the freshman awkwardly waved.
Julian said, "I'm J..."
Grace cut her off, "No introduction necessary. I've been following you for years, and half the products on my face come from you. And I know this is a special weekend for y'all, and I'm honoured to be included."
"No, it was imperative that you come, actually. No, please, make yourself comfortable," Julian insisted, whilst Winnie grumbled under her breath, bringing Max out of his dissociation, but he didn't dare look up from the ground.
Everyone went to move, Monet more so to de-escalate an incoming argument, but Grace started greeting the staff who were immersed all at once.
"Hi there, Grace." she shook their hands, shocking most of the room, "Grace. Lovely to meet you."
"Hello," a maid smiled, overwhelmed by her friendliness.
"Hi. How are you?"
Julian panicked, turning to some of them, "It's so nice to see you again, uh... " she trailed off, embarrassed that she didn't know her name.
"Rosa," the head maid gritted.
Julian vigorously nodded, "Rosa."
Max finally broke from his disassociative state, " So, what did I miss?" he blinked rapidly when he saw Grace, "Who are you?"
Ginny couldn't help but laugh. "It's Obie's friend."
"It's okay, you can say it," Grace said gently.
Julian stepped forward, "Girlfriend?"
Grace waved her off, with a smile, "Oh. God, no. Not yet. I was gonna say date."
Max turned to an irritant-looking Winnie and sighed.
Aki cleared his throat, "Um... Obie, do you wanna give Grace the tour?"
"Yeah, let's go," Obie didn't hesitate to pull her away.
Julian pulled Monet and Luna over, stressing about the facade she couldn't keep up, "When you invited Camilla to dinner, I didn't think I was gonna have to act like Princess fucking Diana all weekend with a fake smile plastered on my face."
"Well I didn't know you knew Grace, Win," Monet turned to her girlfriend who was already ascending the stairs.
Max avoided Aki and Audrey's pleasantries and followed his friend.
"You never asked," Winnie retorted, shooting her girlfriend a fake smile, "Or seem to let people finish introducing you."
Monet frowned, "Win."
Everyone was dispersing, Zoya knew to find her room and so Ginny went with her.
Billy eyed the blonde as she left his view.
"William," Luna called out to him, "any intel on Grace?" Julian gawked at her, "What? It won't hurt to ask the son of a businessman, uncle to a politician and an ex-mayor of the city about the daughter of some Virginia state senator."
"He won't help Lu," Monet exclaimed, ignoring the narrowed look from the boy. "Probably blocked out her god-awful country accent every time he fell into her."
Luna chuckled.
"A little drink never hurts when you want to know someone's true nature," he replied, eyes darting between Julian and Luna, "so it won't be hard, Calloways love getting people to drink right?"
He jogged away, narrowly avoiding their glares and curses.
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Margaux had been blowing up her daughter's phone all day, but Winnie paid it no mind. On a subconscious level, she came to the weekend house to escape the hell back home, but she knew it would follow her whenever she was.
Chaos was only her friend when she created it. She thrived, but only when she embraced it and ever since she started therapy she had been almost regressing, however, Dr Anchor called it progress.
But in actuality, Winnie felt weaker, calm but weaker nonetheless.
So after unpacking, she came downstairs with a vaping Max who continued joking about wanting to take all of her pills and fade away.
Monet was stubborn and instead of apologising for the first time in a while, she had been advising Julian, therefore Winnie chose to sit towards the end of the dining table with Max, Zoya was next to join, creating a big gap between them and the others.
Billy and Ginny were no doubt fucking away their differences.
Julian chuckled as she presented a dish, "I just whipped up a little something to start our meal. I got that duck sausage that you like, so I thought..."
Obie forced out a smile, "Beautiful," then Grace cleared her throat, showcasing her own dish that was clearly homemade.
Julian gritted her teeth, "Is that pasta from scratch?"
"Just pici, it's easier than you think," Grace smiled.
"No, she's being humble. Literally, everything that she cooks is unreal," Obie was grinning ear to ear.
The whole thing made Winnie want to down a whole bottle of vodka.
Reading her mind, Max went to leave the table, but Audrey cleared her throat, " I think we forgot to make the sangria."
"That's an emphatic yes from me," Max sat back down, beside the studious girl, who neglected to see all the yearning looks from her girlfriend.
"I'll just text Kenneth to bring the wine up," Aki eagerly said, turning to Audrey.
Obie suggested, "No, Grace and I can go grab the wine. I wanted to show her the cellar."
Julian's voice rose, "No! I... Grace needs to show us how to eat her pasta."
"I can go," Zoya exclaimed, wanting to leave.
Winnie craned her neck to the side, to whisper, "Pussy."
"You're just jealous," Zoya countered childishly.
Julian hastily agreed, "Right. Z, can grab the wine?"
"Where?"
Audrey informed, "The cellar. So, go past the kitchen to the door at the base of the stairs, make a right, and then continue down that hallway until you see another stairway. And that's where it is."
Zoya squinted, "Okay"
She practically raced out of the room.
Winnie turned to the deflated boy next to her, "We should go and help Zoya."
"What?!" Audrey shrieked.
"Why?" Monet didn't want her to go, but Winnie wanted to be anywhere else.
"You read my mind, Miss Dubois," Max stood up, clasping his hands, "have fun eating homemade pasta."
The moment they made it out of the room, they both let out a sigh of relief.
"We're not actually helping Z right?"
"I doubt she's even getting the wine," Winnie chuckled.
"Hey, I need your advice," he inhaled his vape pen, as they strolled further away from the dining room, finding a vast window to look out onto the chilling landscape.
"Audrey and Aki?" Winnie asked knowingly, and when she was sent a nod she tsked, "When was the last time they made you happy? And it didn't involve fucking?"
Well, that had Max stumped.
"They want me," was all he could say.
"You need someone that needs you, like the air you breathe or whatever those insta quotes say," she smiled when he laughed, "come on you need to know your worth, drinking won't make you realize it, it will only lower your self-esteem and your standards. Don't think I don't remember our conversation about love. You're lovable. It's sickening and if you ever tell anyone I said this I'll gut you."
He was overwhelmed by the advice he received and even a little scared.
"Love you too Bear," he pulled her into a hug and she surprisingly didn't pull away.
"Fuck you Wolfe. I need to go and find Ginny."
Max pressed a kiss to head, "Ah, if she's with Billy, I might just join in."
And with that, the duo laughed and went on their separate ways.
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"I can't believe we're here. Playing nice with them. God they all give me hives. And you and Max?" Ginny's words were muffled by her initial encrusted pillow.
"What about me and Max?" Winnie sat on the edge of her bed.
The moment Winnie found the whining blonde, she was writhing beneath Billy before he was told to fuck off.
"So I need to worry about being replaced?" Ginny rolled over, pulling her duvet to her chin, concealing her modesty or at least part of it.
Winnie scoffed, turning her nose up at the smell of heterosexual sex as well as her friend's childish behaviour.
"No. And I thought you said me hanging out with him wasn't a problem?"
The blonde slumped against the headboard, "It isn't."
"You just like when I devote my time to you and only you?" a grin tugged on Winnie's lips as she made her way over.
Ginny couldn't hide her smile, "You're the same, which is why you're pissed at De Haan."
Winnie joined her, frowning slightly and rested her head against the pillows.
She stared up at the ceiling, pondering her response, "I'm pissed because she keeps overreacting. It's cute sometimes but the Ritalin is rattling my brain," she spoke through clenched teeth.
Just the day before Monet was pouring her heart out and now she was back with Julian, plotting ways to get Grace out.
Winnie didn't know what to do anymore.
"Have you thought about talking to her?" there was an edge of mocking to Ginny's tone but she felt for her friend.
"Before New Year's," Winnie answered, starting to grin when Ginny did.
"You want that New Year's fuck don't you?"
"And you don't – well another one? Still pretending your jealous to bait Billy, he looked like was gonna have an aneurysm when he saw Miss Sunshine and rainbows."
"Now that makes me think, maybe I should stay away from him until then. Makes the sex more riveting."
Winnie cringed, "Just what I needed to hear."
Ginny slapped her arm, "No, what you need to hear, is that we need to break this stupid truce. Agents of chaos want to blow shit up but it's been almost a month since we've done anything like that. And no, putting your relationship on blast isn't that."
Winnie groaned at the realisation, "Then what?"
"Whatever is happening with our families. Your dad suggesting a group trip to Cancun — not suspicious in the slightest. My parents are coming which adds to the whole White House secrecy of it all. So are you gonna tell me what's going down or not?"
Winnie wanted to look away, but she turned on her side to stare at her, eyes flooding with distress, worrying Ginny who turned to face her.
"It's nothing to do with us, we'll not us, but shit that's happened before, years ago," Winnie explained, voice laced with dread.
The blonde's heartbeat picked up, "Scale of Solange beating Jay Z to Princess Diana's existence, how explosive will it be."
Winnie's eyes nearly shot out of her head, "Explosive G, Princess Di level explosive."
Ginny absorbed it all, it was more than a warning and she knew her parents had to be involved or she wouldn't get an invite to the Cancun festivities.
"So when you say this shit will blow up everything if what?" she dared to ask.
"Let's say it might put some on top and make the rest plummet," Winnie replied vaguely, referring to those whom her parents made sure would take the fall if anyone snitched.
Ginny's eyes started glistening, "And my family?"
"I won't let anything happen to yours," Winnie vowed unaware that someone was eavesdropping on the entire thing.
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Winnie heard all about the drunken festivities of the previous night at the bar most of them had been going to since they were 12. Grace had been set up, to bring shame to her family and it worked.
The girl in question wanted to flee the mansion with ease, something Zoya fiercely advised her not to do. But it was clear on the freshman's face as she entered the room with the indoor pool that her mission had been unsuccessful.
Winnie sent a look that said not to worry but she simply frowned.
Max was over in the jacuzzi, wearing a ridiculous hat, being badgered by Audrey and Aki.
Julian and Luna rested by the side, lounging in bathing suits.
Billy was the only one swimming around.
Winnie chilled on the edge, with a towel around her hair to avoid it from frizzing. She wore a Calvin Klein swimsuit, and posted a few pictures to her story of it, tagging the brand who sponsored her.
Her legs glided through the pool, since being forced to part from tennis, some of the muscle in her thighs had weakened and she thought at times she gained weight, but forced herself not to think of such things.
She squealed when hands attacked her feet.
"Billy!"
He smiled cheekily when he resurfaced, placing his hands on either side of her legs, wetting them in the process.
"Did you hear? Grace left," He was eager to tell.
"Probably eager to fuck her twin?" She said quietly, filling his eyes with mirth.
"You know about that too?" A chesty chuckle escaped him as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Yeah, your nephew told me at the last luncheon," Winnie answered, highly amused and severely disgusted.
Nate Archibald rarely gossiped but when he did, boy did he tell all.
"Fuck, mayors find out everything, I might run against your dad," Billy joked.
"You'd win... if you killed him."
Their laughs tore through the room, alerting a certain De Haan who appeared suddenly and stalked over to them, just as Max escaped the Jacuzzi and met Luna to chat.
"Must you bother my girlfriend Van Der Bilt?" Monet's voice brought their amusement to a halt.
Her hair was tied up and her red bikini complimented her skin in ways that had Winnie salivating even though she knew she shouldn't.
The cheeky boy cocked his head to the side, "If I don't, who else will, you've been spending more time with Julian than Winnie."
"She's here now Billy," Winnie sent him a drop-it look, "it's fine."
Monet came to sit down next to her girlfriend and accidentally kicked Billy's hand out of the way causing it to slap the surface of the pool.
"You can go now," Monet wore a sickly smile.
Winnie swiped her tongue over her cheek as she scanned his darkening eyes.
"I'll find you later, Win," Billy then swam away.
Winnie's jaw clenched when Monet began fussing over her, wiping the water from her legs and even re-adjusting the straps of her thin bikini.
Monet's delicate touch was stirring up more than just anger.
"Really? Jealous?" Winnie finally breathed out, snapping her gaze over to her, annoyed with how great she looked.
"I don't like people tainting what I find to be priceless," was all Monet could say.
Winnie smiled widely, but it didn't reach her eyes, "am I still yours?" She caught the hand going to cup her face and lowered it much to Monet's surprise, "the least you could do is apologize for jumping to conclusions. You didn't have to do that so fucking publicly, it only embarrassed yourself in the making."
Monet gulped, "I know."
"Do you? And it took you hours to say anything." Winnie pulled her legs out of the pool and shot her a glare, "pathetic."
Monet seethed, "Fuck."
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"I thought you wanted space. Okay? Normally when we argue we don't speak for days and then everything comes together right? So I didn't think it would be any different," Monet expressed after finding Winnie in her bedroom.
They were still in their swimwear, but Winnie had rid herself of the towel around her head and fought the urge to tug on every strand until it was straight so it didn't look unkempt.
She scoffed, from her vanity table, "Exactly."
Monet folded her arms, "Exactly what?"
"You didn't think."
Monet cocked her head to the side, eyes dragging from Winnie's reflection to her flawless legs, trying to distract herself from the impending argument.
"... I know," she quietly admitted.
Winnie abruptly stood up to face her girlfriend, "You hurt my... you hurt me okay?" she confessed, startling Monet, "When I hurt you, you demand more than an apology you want the fucking sun, so the least you can do is say sorry." she was met with silence, "Now is the time for you to speak."
Monet threw up her hands, "Fuck okay, refresh. I was pissed about the Grace thing."
"The whole of Hudson knows that," Winnie retorted, squinting her eyes as she walked toward the edge of her bed and sat down, "and those goodnight texts or paragraphs are fucking pointless to me."
"I know that now. I would ghost me too," Monet acknowledged.
"...okay."
"But I did give you your space and now that's over," Monet walked over to cup her face. "You said I was your person, to a complete nobody. I was internally swooning trust me," Winnie's face remained blank, so Monet conceded, "And I know that's not all you want to hear. So I'm... I'm sorry."
"Was that so hard to say?"
"Yes."
"Even to me?" Winnie almost reeled back, eyes flashing with dejection making Monet panic. "You do it when it's over the smallest things."
"It's just hard for me to say, but I'm doing it for you," the De Haan teen reiterated, but it seemed that it wasn't sticking, "all of you okay?" Winnie's eyes did not change, "I'm trying, let me show you how much I'm trying."
She laid a kiss on her lips, much more forceful than before, but still, it was accepted.
Winnie knew she shouldn't have caved, but the constant battles were one less thing she needed.
So when Monet's lips trailed down her neck, her eyes fluttered shut in complete ecstasy.
Their clothes were soon lying scattered on the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment, including Winnie's necklace that she'd never seen without.
And the couple weren't seen for hours.
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"You look like you had fun," Billy stepped into the games room, seeing Winnie sitting on the edge of the pool table in loungewear, "Surprise you're not getting ready, guests are coming in two hours."
She stared at the colour-coded ball in her hand. Number 5. "I know, I'm just thinking."
Billy nodded, slipping on his father's watch as he walked towards her in his evening wear.
He knew she had taken her medication, he and Ginny had been monitoring that more than anyone. But Max had kept track of how often she ate. Billy noticed the changes to her attitude, despite how slight it had been he could tell.
But what caught him off guard was her lack of accessories, "Where's your necklace?"
She stiffened, feeling her neck to discover it was a bear, "Oh shit." She cursed, realizing Monet had taken it off.
"I never see you without it," Billy stated, furrowing his brows and slipping his hands into his pockets. "I don't like it."
She snorted, "Bold of you to assume I care about your likes and dislikes."
"You do, you act like you don't but you do," he rocked on his heels.
"Think whatever you want."
"I will, but you should know, being the daughter of the future mayor of NYC you need to know certain things," he stepped closer and their gazes finally locked.
Her eyes sharpened, "I know certain things but what do you know?"
"Our family have always been old friends, even back when —"
"My family was white? Yes, I remember those days all those centuries ago," she drew a laugh from him, "but what is it that you wanna say to me?"
He gingerly looked around, before saying, "I know."
She squeezed the ball in her hand, "You know what?"
"I'm not a dumb blonde," he stated, rather offended that she could think so little of him.
"Could've fooled me."
"I know what went down in Cancun," he reiterated, causing her amusement to fade, "you don't need to worry about me saying anything. I overheard your dad talking to mine a year ago about it." Their eyes never tore away, though hers grew harsher, "Secrets like those keep the bond between our families strong, it runs deep and nothing can break it."
Her hand wiped over her face, "What do you want me to say to that?"
"I'm on your side," Billy insisted, meaning every word.
She swallowed the knot forming in her throat, "Are you?"
She trusted Ginny more than anything, but Billy only crept into her life, well, he had been in and out of it since they were kids so she wasn't entirely sure, but she needed all the allies she could get.
"It's either sleep with the wolves or get fucked by the sheep and I've never been a bottom in my life so why start now?" Billy retorted, clasping his hands over his head.
Winnie shook her head, though, a smile formed on her face, "To the wolves."
"To the wolves," Billy's cheeky smile grew, "now let's go, Ginny says you need to take pictures."
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The Hudson mansion was now packed, and Winnie had to give everyone their credit, they looked good, but she looked better.
Julian apparently invited the entire town going against her advisor's better judgment and persisted that Obie left to find Grace, but he was adamant on staying until 12.
Winnie scanned the rooms she entered, not surprised to see Billy and Ginny sucking each other's faces, nor was she when Zoya tried to escape the lust-filled sight.
"Zoya, where are you going?" She called out to the freshman who was attempting to push through the crowd of people.
Zoya turned around, with a sheepish smile, "Shan invited me to this thing and I know I should stay but –"
"Go."
Zoya's face lit up, "Really?"
"I'm not your keeper, just go," Winnie practically shooed her away.
The Dubois heiress felt a level of happiness for the freshman and had to admit she was wearing a nice outfit, similar to her own Scarlett Dior but it was nice.
"Happy New Year Winnie," Zoya shocked both herself and the heiress with a hug. When they pulled back, she awkwardly rubbed at her neck, "I'll text you when I get back."
"I have your location," Winnie told, as glee danced around her eyes.
Zoya winced, "Creepy, but expected."
"Just being cautious," Winnie countered.
"See you next year... no alright bye."
Winnie couldn't help but laugh at the pathetic joke that echoed through her head as Zoya passed through the door and greeted her best friend.
"Tarantino bitch!" Winnie heard Shan call from a distance, only adding to her amusement.
"Miss Dubois," she turned to see Caesar standing there phone in hand, "your mother would like you to leave earlier than you expected."
"When?" Winnie's smile faded.
"5 minutes after New Year's."
"Great," she gritted.
"I'll be in the car."
She nodded as he walked away. Winnie retrieved her phone from her purse, only to see several missed calls from Margaux and 0 texts from Monet. She was being ghosted again and she didn't know why.
Billy and Ginny both cast her worried looks which she ignored and leaned against the banisters.
Her mouth craved a drink but mixing one with her medication affected them deeply and she saw how Max acted and would hate to end up like that. She still hadn't put on her necklace despite desperately needing it. She missed it but thought it was better in her clutch for now.
Max wasn't far from her, moping on a couch near the staircase, drink in hand as a few of the townspeople danced in front of him, moving to the loud music.
She was dragged from her thoughts when Monet appeared, teeth gritted and eyes mean.
"I've been looking for you," Winnie breathed out.
Monet reeled back, "Really? Why?"
"What's wrong now?" Winnie sighed, "What have I done?"
"You're looking out for anyone who isn't me."
Winnie squinted her eyes, "What are you talking about?"
"Zoya was here and for what?" Monet stressed, folding her hands.
Winnie exhaled sharply, "You're like a broken record, need I remind you that you're attached to Julian's hip? But now I bite my tongue and have kept my comments to myself."
"No, your comments have said enough, well not everything. I mean -- I pour my heart out to you and yet you can't say a fucking word."
Winnie flinched back like she had been slapped.
She lowered her voice, "I thought you understood, and we don't need an audience for this shit Monet, let's go."
"Countdown starts in 5!" A guest yelled, followed by cheers.
Max caught sight of the ongoing argument but didn't think much of it.
Monet let out a humourless laugh, "No, you don't care enough to tell me what you think about me, I have to hear it from your conversations with everyone and anything else. You can speak, hiss and curse at the fucking wall but when it comes from matters of the heart, what matters to me, you're silent."
Dejection flashed across Winnie's face, but that didn't stop her girlfriend from going on.
Max caught the look on her face, it wasn't right, her shoulders were slumped and her expression was nearly broken, so he tore away from the couch and moved towards her, as did Ginny and Billy.
"You brought Billy the fiend, someone you've known for two seconds here, having these deep conversations about life and all you do is kiss me," Monet hissed.
Her words got the attention of a few others.
"De Haan, there's a time and a place," Max tried, settling a hand down on Winnie's tensed shoulders.
"Leave them to it," Audrey appeared, wanting to talk to him, but he shrugged her off, so she called over Aki.
Monet continued, hardened eyes darting between her and Max, "Really Winnie?"
"What do you want from me?" Winnie exclaimed.
Billy and Ginny were ready to get involved, hating how agitated their friend looked.
But their presence only spurred on the De Haan teen.
"Honesty, but I can't even get that. The one thing you promised me from the start of us being official. I know shit is going down Winnie," the anger in her tone sent shots around the small area, "I've known since Hulaween when you cried to me."
"Stop it," Winnie warned, glaring deeply at her.
Now was not the time for this, nor the place but everything had to be a spectacle for Monet De Haan.
"And it has to do with all of our parents right? The Menzies, The Wellingtons, even the fucking Van Der Bilts!"
Monet's voice beckoned more people towards them.
Winnie was seething as she looked around, Max was more worried than confused, despite his drunken state.
Ginny needed Monet to shut up, but her mouth was moving a mile a minute.
"Does it have to do with our trip?" Aki questioned, joining Audrey.
Julian groaned, "Again with this trip."
"What about it? kinda annoyed I'm not going," Luna added, though she was stunned by the arguing.
Ginny scowled at the pair of them, "Really?"
"You said that when shit gets exposed 'it might put some on top and make the rest plummet' and you said that to your fucking bestie, leaving me out in the cold," Monet snapped.
"That's not what I meant and besides you were fucking eavesdropping?!" Winnie's voice rose.
The look on her eyes was deadly, but Monet's was malicious.
"Classless," Ginny scoffed, drawing De Haan's attention.
"Oh fuck you!"
Luna tried grabbing her arm, "Mone I think it's time to go."
"No, she needs to hear this," Monet persisted, viciously, "that she proclaims that she won't let anything happen to Ginny's family. Not mine."
"That's not what I meant!" Winnie's wanted nothing more than to bang her hand against the wall.
Monet rapidly blinked, "I overheard you and your little pocket-sized Clinton... so I had to take matters into my own hands."
Her warning sobered Winnie's anger, "What did you do?"
Her tone was calm, too calm, causing Max to turn to the blondes, deeply unnerved.
The sounds of phones beeping tore through the room and made the group jump.
"Gossip Girl isn't anything but punctual," Monet mocked.
"Oh fuck," Billy tore away from the catastrophe to stare at the tweet on his phone.
Max stood next to him to see. Ginny tugged Winnie away to show her. Luna, Julian, Audrey and Aki hastily retrieve their phones to look.
Scenes lit up their faces.
"You were gonna let everything crumble whilst you jumped ship," Monet went on, staring deeply into her girlfriend's unmoving eyes.
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(@gossipgirl just tweeted)
Happy Holidays, followers. Trigger warning. This post will not be pretty. We all knew that oil rigs lead to global warming but that's only one way the Dubois' had been killing the planet. Here's the other. Daddy Dubois has been allegedly covering crimes and wiping his misdeeds in the blood of victims who slipped and succumbed to wounds on their working sites. One body, two bodies, three bodies, four, the deadly Dubois' have gone against the law. Haven't you heard, that only killing animals is acceptable, not people? But let me let you all in on a little secret, the Dubois weren't the only ones in on the cover-up, but that was obvious, nevertheless, I'm sure my little helper was unaware that her family was implicated in the matter. Monet De Haan... your parents are just as bad as your girlfriends. So next time read the fine print before you drop everyone in it.
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All colour drained from Winnie's motionless face.
Julian gawked, "Oh my —"
Luna had never been speechless, but tonight was that day.
"Monet what the fuck?!" Ginny screeched.
"1 minute to new years!" Another guess bellowed, causing those who hadn't seen the post to cheer.
Max ran his hands through his hair, whilst Billy pocketed his phone and turned to the Dubois heiress.
"I didn't know everyone else was involved!" Monet's voice shook as her hand trembled. She repeated it like a chant.
"This fucks everything," Billy hissed.
Audrey turned to her boyfriend, "Aki, did you know?"
"No," Aki gulped, "I need to call my dad."
"Billy," Ginny mumbled, watching as Aki's hand quivered when he put his phone to his ear.
"I'm calling mine," Billy shakily whispered.
"My mom said to say nothing," Aki showed them the text when she didn't pick.
"Winnie!" Ginny's yell broke her from her catatonic state.
She and Billy joined her. Max is shocked, the news sobered him slightly, but he couldn't help but be on the fence.
"You just fucked everyone. And me," Winnie uttered, gaze unwavering from Monet.
The girl in question's face was a picture of pure horror, "Winnie..."
"We're done."
Monet stepped back, physically pained by her words, "What?"
Winnie gripped her phone as everything imploded. There was so much noise, that she could barely take it. She had to go, escape the chaos she had been yearning for, one look at her closest friends and she readied around to leave.
"Max, where are you going?" Audrey pleaded with him to stay, she couldn't understand why he was going with her, with them. Aki didn't take note of what was happening, his dad was screaming down the line. "Don't go."
Luna shook her head when he glanced at her and Julian begged him not to leave.
Max swivelled on his heel and walked out and towards the car, just as Caesar walked in.
An usher walked passed as the countdown was nearing with a tray of champagne and Winnie couldn't care less anymore and picked up a flute.
"But all of this ain't fucking over. You threw just cast the first stone," Winnie glared at Monet and Monet alone as she shockingly downed a drink. "New Year's resolution: this truce is officially over. The war won't end until we all go down in flames," a menacing grin tugged at her lips, "so thanks hon, you thought I was malicious before, no, I'll show you why I earned my legacy, my fucking name and my reputation."
Billy darkly laughed as he walked out, leaving Ginny to grab her best friend's hand.
"Happy New Year!" Winnie faux cheered and dropped the glass that splattered over the floor, making the others jump back.
They strutted out of the house, Caesar in tow as the room erupted in cheers, kisses and applause, most of the guests were blissfully unaware of the horrific reality dawning on the 4 friends who were frightened to their core.
What the fuck just happened?
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THE END
a/n:
i don't know why this chapter took me so long to write, but i did enjoy writing this story, as said before i won't be doing season two, i prefer to leave it like this. monet and winnie were never going to end up together, because of the nature of their characters. of course, i loved writing their pairing but it was only gonna end up blowing up and it did.
even towards the end of season 1 of the show, it was obvious that monet was plotting a breakaway from julian, but i changed that slightly. she had already seen the clues of what happened decades ago in winnie's room and there was no way she wouldn't research everything. her motives were out of jealousy and miscommunication and we've seen a lot of them between monifred throughout the story. it's just sad she couldn't trust winnie, but she was following her parent's lead and it was unfortunately the wrong choice. both girls are family-orientated but in different ways, both cutthroat and bloodthirsty, so the betrayal was only a matter of time. monet's breaking point was clearly because of winnie's loyalty to not just gimny, but her budding friendships with billy and max, and her closeness with zoya.
i loved showcasing winnie's progression with relationships, those that never grew and the others that gradually changed, max breaking away from audrey and aki and joining winnie's side despite the copious emotional red flags she showcases is wild. even now he chose her despite everything suggesting how much he values their friendship. it could be seen as a testament to her manipulative tendencies or just the fact she can be very black-and-white.
when it came down to it, winnie and ginny were never going to stray from each other and this chapter proved it. ginny knew there was so weird shit going doing, but didn't question it. even regarding the trip (which i was never going write, i was using it to allude to the sinister finale, which i hoped worked), ginny knew that all the rich families excluding obi's (surprisingly) were included and yet she kept quiet. just like the prologue stated, winnie could only trust herself, but also ginny as well as the extension of max and billy.
so i hope you enjoyed my little insight into the rich and lavish lives of the upper east side. thank you for the support, the comments and the votes. check out my other stories, if you can or reread this one.
- liv
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