Story: Burn Your Life Down
Summary: Set after Hi, Society. Spotted: C hanging out with a New Girl? Who is she? And it gets even juicier it seems that she's caught the eye of N too. I smell scandal and...disaster.
Couples: Eventually B/C, S/D, Some B/N
Author’s Note: Sooo, I’ve never written a GG story but I have written other fanfiction. When I first started writing this story I had planned on it not necessarily being C/B but it seems that it will end that way. I've made quite a few changes since I posted this story, sorry if it confuses anyone. I’m going to try to stick with the episodes the best I can, just adding a new character with a lot more scandal. Oh! And I need a beta, I was looking for one but I kinda had a few specifications, if your interested please let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl, nor do I own the song Burn Your Life Down by Tegan and Sara. M.W. is my own fictional character.
Burn Your Life Down
Another way to get it done
It's not me or how I would be
But it's a different situation
A different situation
You lay awake in the night
Just staring at the ceiling above
Pulling pieces of it out
Is such a waste of time
Mackenzie Warren stared across the lake, and she could see her breath when she exhaled. If her father knew that she was wandering around Central Park late at night he would kill her. She sighed, she was alone again. Mackenzie froze when she heard footsteps at the end of the bridge. She could see the silhouette of a man coming closer, instinctively she clutched her purse and used her other hand to fish out her cell phone. The smart part of her wanted her to run for her life and the stupid part of her brain was curious.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to mug you…or rape you,” he drawled. He was standing next to me holding a flask, she could smell the scotch.
Mackenzie scoffed, “Like that’s reassuring how do I know your not lying? This could be all apart of your master plan to steal my wallet or something…”
“I don’t need your money frankly I’m already rich,” he gulped down some more scotch.
“Well thanks for sparing me then. It’s late I should really get home,” she muttered. She turned in the opposite direction and started to walk away.
“I don’t think you want to go that way you’ll most likely get lost…Maybe I should walk you home?”
She turned around, “Fine just because I’m new to the city and I obviously don’t know my way around yet.”
“Right,” he held out his arm for her to take.
“And they say chivalry is dead,” she rolled her eyes at him and continued to walk next to him.
“Ah, I think I’m just slightly drunk,” he offered. She eyed him curiously she hadn’t noticed before but he was wearing a tuxedo complete with a bow tie. He probably was loaded.
“Yes, the flask in your hand earlier would explain that. So were you at a party earlier,” she asked. He raised his eyebrow and she pointed to his outfit.
“I was at a cotillion.” For a split second his cocky attitude disappeared and his voice portrayed a sort of sadness that didn’t sound right on him.
“I’d be drinking myself into an oblivion too if I had to go to one of those things.”
He regarded her in a new light…She wasn’t wearing tights or a headband. Her long, dark brown hair was slightly tousled from the wind and her outfit was original with a tasteful rocker twist. She was the complete and utter opposite of Blair Waldorf.
They exited the park and onto the busy streets of New York City. “You know, I think I can get home now.”
“Oh…by the way I’m Chuck Bass,” he smirked as if this little piece of information would make her fall at his feet.
“Should that impress me?” She retorted and with that she walked away.
Blair glanced at Nate who was snoring softly beside her. She finally did it…with Nate. She couldn’t believe how easy it was to fake her virginity. She couldn’t fall asleep…was it possible that maybe a part of her grew a conscious and felt awful for betraying Nate and Chuck. Yeah right she thought.
Blair shut her eyes preparing for sleep to overcome her, when her cell phone buzzed on the nightstand. She carefully groped around for phone, trying her hardest not to wake Nate. A text from Gossip Girl…
Our very own C leading a gorgeous brunette out of Central Park…C who is this mystery girl? You know I’ll be back with the dets.
Blair almost screamed, along with the text were pictures of Chuck and the brunette exiting Central Park and Chuck giving the girl his trademark smirk and her walking away.
What was this feeling Blair had? Is Queen B finally getting the taste of her own medicine?
Mackenzie spent the rest of her weekend unpacking boxes and preparing for her first day at Constance Billiard School for Girls. Having moved quite a few times Mac was used to going to new schools and being the topic of the week. Little did she know that her fame would last longer than a week.
“Miss Mackenzie, your father is on the phone,” Maria, her maid, called from the doorway. Maria was actually more than just her maid, she had been with her for more than ten years and when they moved from London she couldn’t stand to leave me alone.
She nodded and took the receiver, “Hi Daddy.”
“Princess, how are you doing?”
She smiled into the phone, “I’m good, I miss you a lot.”
“I know, I miss you too…I hate being so far away from my little girl. I trust that the townhouse working out alright? And your first day at Constance is tomorrow?”
“Yes, the place is just as lovely as the one we had in London. I’m almost finished unpacking all my clothes and books. I’m looking forward to school tomorrow, I think I’m going to like this place a lot,” she responded. She wouldn’t admit it but she was especially looking forward to meeting Chuck Bass again.
“Good, I wish I could talk longer but I’ve got a late meeting. Make sure you call me tomorrow afterschool; I want to hear all about your first day. I love you, princess.”
“I love you too, Daddy,” she murmured blinking back tears when she heard the dial tone. Talking to her father made Mackenzie even sadder. She missed eating breakfast with him each morning and telling him about all the books she was reading. She spent the rest of her evening perfecting her uniform and soaking in the tub.
Chuck lounged around in his suite the rest of the weekend, he knew how to bring the party to him. All he had to do was sit back and relax.
His daydream was rudely awakened when someone knocked on his door. He checked his watch, entertainment wasn’t due for a couple of hours. He pulled up his boxers and shuffled to the door. “Ah Nathaniel, I’ve been waiting for you to stop by.”
Nate took a seat on the couch; a grin was plastered on his face, “Chuck.”
“I know that look, you got laid last night,” he tried his best to look interested and happy for his best friend. Poor Nathaniel only if you knew I deflowered Blair before you he thought.
“Yup,” his grin widened. “The night of the cotillion, Blair couldn’t resist me any longer…And she thought that punching Carter was the hottest thing ever.”
Chuck laughed at the irony of things, he was practically the reason Blair and Nate slept together. “And?”
“Well, Blair is not as quiet as you might think…And you wouldn’t believe the marks she left on my back,” Nate mused. Chuck’s fist clenched to his side, even though he wouldn’t admit that Blair hurt him just hearing about her screwing Nate made him long for revenge. “So, I saw that Gossip Girl post…she didn’t look like your type, who is she?”
“I have no idea,” he murmured. “But I have my best guy on it.”
“It’s sad how I’m not surprised that you’ve already hired a private investigator,” he groaned. He glanced at his watch, “Shit. I promised Blair that we’d go shopping together.”
“Poor Nathaniel, she’s already got you wrapped around her finger.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah after last night it’s all worth it. Anyways I’ll see you tomorrow,” Nate exited the suite and pressed on the elevator button.
Chuck’s cell phone vibrated on the table and recognized the number immediately, “You better have something good.”
“You’re lucky I’m good at my job Mr. Bass. Her name is Mackenzie Warren as a matter of fact Bart has done business with her father many times, and they almost became partners…”
“Hold on, you mean this girl is the daughter of James Warren, the man who has more money than my father?” Chuck asked astonished. Now there’s something that might piss Bart Bass off, his only son heir to Bass Industries taking interest in one of the richest heiress ever.
“Yes sir. It wasn’t easy but I found out as much as I could, it seems James Warren keeps the cards to himself. So Mackenzie Warren, only daughter of James Warren and Rose Warren. She was born in Hartford, Connecticut. Spent her first few years in America while her father climbed the financial ladder…they moved to London after her mother’s death when she was four years old. From then on she remained in Europe going to the most elite private schools. She travelled all over Europe for semesters at a time. Her personal life is somewhat questionable; she dated quite a bit but a normal amount for a teenager. There wasn’t much to go off of, it almost seems as though her life was a little too perfect for my liking.”
“Yes. I don’t have the power or the resources to take on James Warren. Oh, there’s one final thing something I’m sure you’ll be interested in…The Warrens just bought a townhouse on Park Avenue and she’ll be attending Constance Billiard for the rest of the school year.”
Chuck’s Cheshire cat grin was enough to ensure that he was ecstatic about the news…this year just got a lot more appealing. “Thank you, Tyler.”
I pressed a cigarette up to my lips, and took a drag. Cold and numb. The alcohol and the cigarettes made me feel immortal and different. I closed my eyes and blocked out the loud music and the drunken partiers. My favorite spot in the house was the balcony, I loved being able to watch the party go on and nobody would notice me. It was my party and I hated it. What was that song? It’s my party and I could cry if I want to…
I would cry but there are no tears left in me tonight. I shivered slightly and pulled my jacket closer around me. Some nights when I lied awake I’d wish that I’d wake up and be another version of me. The version my parents wanted me to be but they didn’t know who I was now. It was those nights that were the hardest, she had no one. Her mother was dead, her father was busy, and I couldn’t confide in the people I called friends.
A pair of arms wrapped around my body and hugged me closer. I wasn’t in the mood but I was too tired to protest. So I let him touch me and kiss me. I tried to pretend that I was on the outside looking in…That it wasn’t my life that was about to crumble.
That nothing is lost in the end
When you burn, burn, burn
Your life down
Get me to the door
Out of bed
Or on to track
I'm not sure
It's a different situation
A different situation