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@jennyofbrooklyn
"I’ll just keep hoping she never strikes again. And thank you, I really appreciate that. There’s nothing that interesting about me to keep a secret about. It’s nice to meet you, Jenny. I’m Kate."
"You'd be surprised what Gossip Girl can dig up about a person, but I'll take your word for it. It's nice to meet you, too. This is going to sound weird, but... We haven't met before have we? You just look so familiar."
"Well, I don’t know.. you follow Blair around like you’re some overly religious dope pathetically running after your savior.” Tilting her head, she studied the young brunette in a way that would most probably make her nervous; Katherine had a way of being intimidating. Truth was, she rather enjoyed challenging others.. seeing their strengths, weaknesses.. working them out. And the young Humphrey had come to be intriguing enough to capture her attention. “What is it about Blair Waldorf that captivates you so much? I mean, enough to sacrifice your dignity for her attention, of course.” Heels began clacking on the floorboards as she stepped out and began circling the girl.
Jenny's stomach dropped and her brow furrowed at Katherine's comment. What was it with people these days? Why was everyone suddenly finding it necessary to point out how pathetic they all thought she was? "I think that's a bit of an exaggeration," Jenny muttered, unable to find her voice under Katherine's withering look. She fidgeting where she stood as the other girl began circling her like a shark. She wasn't sure how to get out this situation, all she knew was she had to do it fast. Upper East Siders could smell fear, Jenny knew that much at least. "I don't know what you're talking about, but, um.. I'll just be going now. Sorry, to- to barge in on you like this. My mistake."
Blair knew her minions only spend time with her because a friendship with the Waldorf daughter meant that they were respect in school, that they got exclusive presents from her and that it was a way to climb society. After all Blair hosted the best parties in the city and was often invited to the best, which meant, being friends with her was only for their own benefit. “I’m glad you seem so anger to please me Little J.” A smile curled the corners of her lips upwards. “Now please keep this discreet. But I’d like to you to warn me whenever Serena is close.”It was no big secret that Serena and her weren’t friends at the moment. “Also Chuck and Nate.” Blair couldn’t careless if Nate came close to her, but she very much did about Chuck, mentioning him alone however seemed too obvious and Jenny would know that something was in the bush if she did so. “Also if Nate and Serena happen to be in the same street or building, I want to be the first to know, understood?”
Jenny tried not to seem too pleased with herself as Blair commented on her willingness to help. It was no secret that a compliment from Blair was rare and to be regarded as such. She knew her relentless efforts to please Blair was viewed as pathetic to others, she knew that it would only help her get what she wanted. Blair was poised, schematic, had ins in the fashion world, what wasn't there to be envious of? In Jenny's mind, not much. She nodded slightly when Blair gave her three names, three names Jenny knew well. The only one that made sense was Serena, as she knew her and Blair were on the outs. But Nate and Chuck? Weren't they friends? "Serena, Nate, and Chuck. Yeah, I- I can do that." Jenny tried not to let the confusion show on her face, but she couldn't help but ask. "Is there something in particular I should be looking for?"
Maybe there was something Ruby wasn’t getting, maybe she wasn’t making a connection or maybe she had to be in the position to understand what Jenny was going through, but still it didn’t make sense to her. Why would she want to be around people who treat her like shit? Because although she got their attention for all of five seconds, and those five seconds may make her feel great, the rest of her time is being spent feeling like shit. Jenny’s words made Ruby flinch—something that’s never happened. What’s there to be proud of? Though it was a blow to Brooklyn, Ruby took it personally, almost and it actually kind of hurt. “Maybe the fact that you aren’t someone’s bitch? There’s more pride in Brooklyn being free than running around doing someone’s errands, even if it is on the oh-so-amazing Upper East Side.” Her eyes narrowed at the girl in front of her, wondering if she was even the same girl she called her best friend, “Because it’s my fault that my parents made us move, sorry I forgot. Are you really that dependent on people that you need to find a new group of friends—friends that treat you like shit, no less—as soon as I’m not around so you can feel secure, Jenny?” To say Ruby was angry was an understatement, not only was Jenny changing in a way that isn’t necessarily beneficial, but she was putting some of the blame on Ruby and dissing Brooklyn. Not cool. “You don’t hang out with them. They keep you around because you do things for them, it’s different. If the challenges you desire are writing calligraphy on party invites or getting girls coffee and yogurt for breakfast, then I really hope you’re happy because at the rate you’re going, you’ll be a great personal assistant someday. Do you really know what you’re doing, Jenny? Because I don’t think you realize that these people don’t care about you. You mean nothing to them. Do you know why? I’ll tell you—because they’ll find so many other girls just like you, willing to do whatever they want just for so much as a smile from Blair Waldorf or who the fuck ever. You’ve been reduced to nothing more than a pathetic little slave and you don’t even realize it.”
Jenny opened her mouth to argue and shut her mouth, swallowing everything she had planned to say. Ruby's words stung. More so than anyone else's. She used to value her friend's brutal honesty, but not today. Not standing on this street, seeing her best friend for the first time in months, and hearing her call her a pathetic low-life. A real friend wouldn't do that, would they? Jenny took a deep breath and looked down at shoes, hiding the fact that the tears had finally sprung up in her eyes. She didn't know who to believe anymore. The word 'friend' had gotten so muddled the past few months, she couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. "Excuse me?" Jenny blinked the tears away and glared up at her friend. "Are you really trying to say that because I found new friends, I'm insecure? Because I don't want to spend my lunch hour eating alone, I'm insecure? Or spending my Saturday nights watching Netflix in my pajamas, that makes me insecure? Seriously?"
The girl standing in front of her was almost a perfect stranger. She wasn't sure if it was that thought or the fact that she was sitting here yelling at her that was worse. "Despite what you may think, I'm not an idiot. You may not realize what I'm doing or why I'm doing it, but you never bothered to ask, either. Instead, you chose to make your own assumptions and assuming the worst of someone who's supposed to be your best friend." Jenny scoffed, shaking her head sadly. "I may be a 'pathetic little slave,' but at least I'm not a cold-hearted bitch like you, Ruby."
Blair rose her brows as Jenny stepped in and offered to take care of the coffee situation. A smirk grew upon the brunette’s lips at Jenny’s actions. Once more she proven to be worthy to be her minion. Much unlike the new one who obviously didn’t have a clue of how things worked around here. “If only all of you would be like Jenny.” She said, directed to her other minions before she turned around to face the brunette. “But no, Sara shall get me the coffee, I need you for something else.” She gestured Jenny to follow her, while she walked a few steps away from the other girls. There were many things that troubled the brunette lately, and yet all of them had to do with her ex boyfriend, her ex best friend and Chuck Bass. “As you know, I love surprises, but only if they come in little boxes or channel bags. Now, I do want you to keep track of a few certain people and warn me if they are around in the neighborhood. Can you do that little J?”
A pleased grin formed on Jenny's face as Blair complimented her and she tried to ignore the jealous glares and petty eye rolls from the other girls. In truth, none of them were friends. They were all constantly in competition with one another, and Jenny planned to be the best. "You- You do?" Jenny asked, surprise coloring her tone as Blair pulled her aside, the other girls casting curious looks in their direction. Blair dropped her voice as she made her request. Although an odd one, Jenny was eager to prove herself once more, if only to show Blair that she really was worthy of her time and attention. "I- Um, yeah, of course. No problem. Who is it?"
Stefan took notice of Jenny’s reaction. It was out of line and out of the blue. He didn’t want to go about his day, wondering if anyone was worrying about them. For himself, it was lot to carry everyone else’s worries. He didn’t need anyone carrying his. “—I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—” his voice trailed, followed by a chuckle, his head dipping into the palm of his hands. “I’m fine, believe me,” he managed to get out, lifting his head to view. “Some things are just meant to stay hidden, right?” he asked, in hopes she’d agree. He was sure Jenny had her fair share of secrets; he was selfishly thankful for that, especially in this situation.
Jenny nodded slightly, hesitantly. The entire situation they had found themselves in was odd. It was clear to both parties that each of them was hiding their own reasons for being down this hallway, and neither of them were keen to let the other know. Although she had been around Stefan plenty of times, he had always come off as a little bit of a mystery to her. Jenny gave him a small smile, not bothering to push him. After all, there were plenty of things she didn't want him to tell her brother. "Dan doesn't need to know everything." She said with sly shrug and a grin. If he didn't want to tell her the real reason he was there, that was fine. Her curiosity was piqued, sure, but it wasn't exactly her place to push the subject. That was more Dan's territory. At this point, she would just settle for cheering him up. "Even if he thinks he does.'
"Stop walking around like a headless cockroach." Doe eyes sparkled as Blair glared in an impatient manner at one of her minions. "I suggest you to hush your mouth and do as I told you." She turned her back on the girl to dismiss any further discussion on the subject. "Now — can anyone get me an actual coffee instead of this McDonalds liquid for people with poor taste?"
Jenny pursed her lips while Blair did her scolding. She supposed she should be thankful that she wasn't the number one target of the group anymore, but she still found it hard to watch. After all, a few months ago, the petite blonde-haired girl standing two steps below them, looking up at Blair with a doe-eyed wonderment was her. When Blair turned around and gestured at the cup in her hand with distaste, Jenny didn't hesitate a second before stepping forward. Yes, while she may not be the bottom of the food chain anymore, she was running a close second. Jenny offered the girl behind Blair a small smile before opening her mouth, "I can do it, Blair."
"Really? Well you could’ve fool me, love. No? I think it makes a huge difference. You know one little thing about me now, that some don’t. I am not a serial killer - and if I was, I would’ve killed you by now. I am not the type to show mercy. I’m going to surprise you. See if you can learn to trust a little bit"
"I never realized that British people actually called people 'love.' What a revelation. I- I suppose that's a fair point. I'm Jenny, by the way. And I'm not a serial killer either, although I guess you've probably already figured that out. You also probably could have guessed I'm not that good with surprises."
Stefan let out a laugh, appreciating her comment. It was an obvious statement. Of course food and water kept you alive, but Stefan couldn’t help but think that maybe that was why he didn’t want to consume any of it. The thought was dark, something he’s revisited once in a while. Stefan couldn’t help it— he dwelled in his emotions. “Thanks, Jen,” he responded in a lovingly, sarcastic way. “—Don’t.. don’t tell Dan though,” he suddenly added. He paused, why did I just say that? Dan wasn’t exactly in the dark about Stefan’s activities, or history. But then again, it might’ve been the whole —wanting to keep those close to you, far from your demons— sort of thing.
At Stefan's laugh, Jenny smiled a bit. He had looked so sad a moment ago and while she was still worried that something might seriously be wrong with him, the laugh eased some of the worry. People who were in trouble didn't laugh, right? "Yeah, no pro-" Jenny started to say then cut herself off, looking at Stefan curiously as the words 'don't tell Dan' tumbled from his mouth. "I-" She stuttered a little bit before finding her voice again. "I mean, I won't. But-" She stopped again, confused. The worry was back. People who weren't in trouble didn't just ask you not to tell one of their friends they were at the hospital, right? "Is everything okay, Stefan? Like, really okay?"
Caroline stared at the mirror with a frown on her lips. Her cheek held a dark bruise with a slice from that idiot girls ring and honestly, Caroline didn’t know how to hide it. Which was probably why no one had seen her for days. The blonde had a thing with perfect. Her skin had to be perfect. Her hair had to be perfect. Her clothes, her house, her boyfriend. To have something so blatantly imperfect on her skin made her insecurities release a mighty roar. The mark on her face was a reminder that she’d lost Matt. A reminder that she was no longer “perfect”. She felt sick. She jumped slightly as she noticed a person in her mirror’s reflection before turning with a slight gasp. “I told my mom not to let anyone in.” She frowned.
Jenny had never been to Caroline's house, so it was no surprise that when she showed up at her door, the blonde's mom seemed skeptical to let her in. Even her mom seemed surprised that someone from Brooklyn would have somehow found their niche in the A-List group that was headed by Blair Waldorf, but Jenny wasn't in the mood to explain. Jenny had been texting Caroline the past few days to no avail. She had been slightly hurt when Caroline had failed to call her for their previously arranged dinner plans, but when she had texted her yesterday asking if Caroline wanted to go shopping to no reply, Jenny began to get worried. Caroline never turned down an opportunity to shop. Thus, she found herself on the threshold to Caroline door, which was already ajar. She took a step in, only to be greeted with a tone that told her she wasn't welcome. "Caroline, hey. I was just- I was getting worr- Oh my god. Care, what happened to you?" Jenny took a few more steps inside, noticing the deep scratch along the other girl's cheek. "Are you okay?"
Piper’s eyes lit up as the girl seemed to be positive over FIT, wondering if maybe that was a place she longed to go? That was the vibe she felt, radiating off of the young girl like no tomorrow. Not to mention, Piper was inspired by the way she put her outfit together. There was undoubtedly a love and appreciation for fashion, she could just tell.. “Yeah, I started a few months ago.” Nodding and beaming down at the young brunette, she couldn’t be more grateful to have run into her, knowing she was courteous enough to show her the way. “I moved here from Miami so, this is all, uh.. very different from what I’m used to. Which was always expected, but uh.. that would be great, actually. I’d really appreciate that. Thank you.”
Jenny saw the other girl's eyes light up and knew she had truly saved this girl's day from being ruined. If she wasn't so concerned with the fact that this girl was attending her dream school, she might have felt a sort of pride in her good deed. As it was, Jenny was only focused on one thing. "That's- Wow, that's so cool. FIT is actually like my dream school. What are you there for? Designing, buying, managing...?" Jenny had to remind herself yet again to take a breath, she was getting too worked up about this. She couldn't help it, she had never met anyone who had actually gone there. As soon as the girl said Miami, Jenny felt a sort of relief course through her body. Someone from Florida was bound to be alot nicer to her than someone from anywhere near this State. She wasn't totally sure if Florida was considered "The South," but there had to be some lingering sense of southern hospitality that far east, right? "That sounds like a pretty big change. So, did you just come here for school?" Jenny asked the stranger as she started walking across the street, navigating the New York streets as easily as if she lived on this side of the bridge.
"I don’t know about you, but I consider that good news. Maybe the author realizes the whole thing has finally run its course. In that case, I should definitely be safe."
"Maybe... But you can never be too sure, she likes to strike at the least likely moment. I figured you would be, you don't really seem like the secretive type. I'm Jenny, by the way. Jenny Humphrey."
"Do they? I didn’t know that," he laughed. Stefan didn’t know much about Constance, or Jenny, for that matter. The reasoning was justifiable enough— he didn’t want to press on it. "Yeah. Sometimes, a guy forgets to eat— or drink the right liquids," he responded. "I don’t know, really. I guess waiting around happens often? I’m not exactly sure."
"According to Headmistress Queller, it's a 'resume builder,'" Jenny responded, putting air quotes around the made-up statement and giving a humorless chuckle. Hopefully, Stefan didn't know so much about her school to know that she was lying. The last thing she needed at this point was for him to say something to Dan about how she skulking around a hospital. Jenny raised her eyebrows, almost disbelievingly. She had seen Stefan around the loft enough times to know that he ate. Like, alot. She was positive he was lying, but she wasn't quite sure if she should press the subject or not. After all, wasn't she doing the same thing? Maybe they both had their reasons. Still... "Stefan, you know-" She hesitated in her attempt to tell him that he could tell her the real reason he was there, switching tracks at the last second, "You know food and water are the only things keeping you alive, right? You should really be more careful about that."
"What—am I a tour guide now, or something?” Katherine stepped around the table to head towards the girl.. the sole person bowed down to Blair Waldorf. And it was most definitely something she looked down upon. “Wrong building.” Just when she went to tell the young one to head across the street, she paused, staring over at her curiously. “What is it with you girls? Have you no backbone at all?”
"I- I didn't mean-" Jenny stuttered nervously, not sure what to say. She had read all about Katherine Sparks' antics on Gossip Girl, though she had yet to actually be introduced to the girl. Being around her made Jenny nervous, even more nervous than she was around Blair because she had heard about how unpredictable Katherine could be. "Um. What? What do you mean?"
Ruby knew she was being an asshole, that she probably shouldn’t be stepping over these boundaries with Jenny, but she couldn’t keep her mouth shut any longer. Jenny was changing and it wasn’t for the better—she wasn’t even changing for herself! She was changing to fit the expectations of people she called friends, when really, they just used her like she was their slave. It was pathetic and if Jenny wasn’t going to stand up for herself, Ruby would gladly do it for her. The only thing was, Ruby wasn’t sure if Jenny needed to stand up to her friends or to herself. A scoff left Ruby’s maliciously upturned lips, “Your new friends, Jenny? Are you fucking joking?” She wasn’t sure what was, the situation itself, or Jenny’s blindness to the severity of the situation. “They’re not your friends. Friends don’t make you change who you are, they don’t make you feel ashamed to be from where you’re from, they don’t make you their personal slave. God, if you weren’t so blind, I wouldn’t even be wasting my time with you right now.” She had so much more to say, but Ruby wasn’t sure if it was worth her time. It was pathetic, that Jenny was getting taken advantage of and yet she actually thought these people cared about her. Was Ruby that bad of a friend that Jenny thought they’re what friendship’s really like?
Every word that left Ruby's mouth was like venom and came so quickly it almost sounded rehearsed. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Ruby had been longing to say these things for awhile but Jenny couldn't deny that it still hurt. She knew that Ruby was right but in her efforts to become the next Upper East Side doll, Jenny honestly hadn't thought about the consequences and she was in way too deep to stop now. She wasn't going to do that for anyone. "What is there to be proud of?" Jenny shot back, resisting the urge to throw her hands in the air in exasperation. "News flash, Ruby, those people who you think are so bad were the only ones around for the greater half of a year, not you." Jenny paused, fighting back tears of frustration that were threatening to pop up in her eyes. "You may not understand why I hang out with them, Ruby, but I haven't forgotten who I am or where I come from. Maybe I have changed, but is that necessarily a bad thing? They challenge me in a way that you don't get, and that's fine, I don't need you to. And I definitely don't need you to sit here and act like I'm some helpless little girl who doesn't know what she's doing."
And boom goes the dynamite. Jenny took the bait, which on any other occasion would’ve been more than enough for Ruby to speak her mind, but instead, she was rather hesitant this time around. She’d had plenty of time to collect her thoughts into a well-spoken argument, telling her friend that she was making the wrong move while keeping the rudeness to a minimum. But she hadn’t expected for Jenny to all of a sudden grow a pair and invite her to speak her mind. Ruby had to ditch the thought-out monologue, and while she watched her friend challenge her back—something she’d never thought she’d see—she could only think of one line that would start it all. “You sure you could handle it, Little J?” She spat the name Jenny’d earned from her new friends out like it was the most disgusting thing to ever grace her lips, and with a brow, she awaited her friend’s move.
Jenny knew that Ruby wasn't one to hesitate, yet here she was, doing just that. She wasn't sure if she should feel grateful her friend was trying to spare her, or angry that for once in her life, Ruby wasn't willing to speak her mind. Her lips parted in surprise when Ruby spat her newly-given nickname in her face, almost as if the word itself were poison. She scoffed, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "You really want to go there, then? Don't hold back, Ruby, I know that's not your style." Jenny shrugged, acting like she could handle it, when in reality... She wasn't sure she could. "I know you've been dying to give your opinion on my new friends, so be my guest. Everyone else has."
