You're My Complicaton

A Gossip Girl spin off about two troubled teens that become good friends who live in Manhattan. Wesley Parker is very rich and lives in a world of Champagne, penthouses, wild parties, and scandal where Leigh Brighton in a middle-classed family and doesn’t know the first thing about being socially active because of a traumatic betrayal of her childhood best friend.Both being interested in photography, they meet in a park, and they soon find out that they have more in common than photography and they are both having trouble with social lives and their families. Read to see how they conquer their dilemmas together…


5. Monday

It's Monday. I groan and drag myself out of bed. My new bed at that.

On the day I made a surprised visit with my dad and said I was going to live with him, on Saturday, he surprised me with a re-modeled bedroom.

I thought it was going to be something more important because he made it seem like a big deal.

Maybe a step-mother or another sibling or whatever but no. It's a fancy bedroom that I love. He did a really great job.

The walls are white and all the furniture also which includes a desk, bed,and vanity. The bedding is white also and has Tiffany blue pillows and details. He knows me too well.

I even don't have to share a bathroom.

I take a quick shower, get dressed, and grab my things for school.

I walk out of my bedroom to the smell of bacon and coffee.

"Good morning honey." My dad says sipping his coffee

His housekeeper,Linda, is fixing a plate for him and I guess me.

"You remember Linda?" He asks

"Of course." I reply

Linda has been working for him since he moved here years ago. She's cool although we have never talked. It's cool how my Dad came afford a housekeeper. He's a top lawyer in New York so I guess that pays off.

Linda sits a plate full of eggs, bacon toast, and a breakfast sausage in front of him and places one on the table across from him. She motions me to the table and pulls the chair from the table for me to sit.

"Oh no I'm fine I was just gonna grad a coffee and be on my way." I tell her

This doesn't feel kosher. It feels like we are the perfect family when we aren't. Plus having someone serve me breakfast doesn't feel as good as you would think. I feel like a stuck up rich girl.

"None sense. Sit down and eat your breakfast Leigh."

I hesitate to sit till my father gives me a look.

"I...ok, fine." I sit

I start eating.

"You start on your eggs as always." He smiles

I don't why but I have always started on my eggs first. At least he notices little things.


"I have a case later today so I might not be here when you arrive from school. But Linda will be here if you need anything."

"I'll be fine, thanks."

I start eating faster.


I look up. He is handing me a card. A credit card.

"What's this?" I ask

"Your own credit card."


"You are old and responsible enough for one right? Here. Just don't go past the limit I put on it."

I don't like this. I guess I'm weird. Any other girl would scream over their own credit card. But it feels like I'm getting it for the wrong reasons.

"I don't want your money Dad. I want you. I want you to be their for me. That's all."

"Just take it. You don't have to use it for anything other than emergencies if you want."

I take it just to make him happy.

"Thanks Dad."

I check my phone. I have plenty of time to get on the subway and get to school. In fact my school is closer to his house than mom's. But I'm desperate to get out of here so I act like I'm late.

"Oh sorry Dad I have to go. Can't be late!" I yell jumping from my seat

I kiss him on the cheek and run out of the house.

"Taxi!" I shout and wave

One pulls up quickly and starts driving.

"Take me to the nearest subway."

The driver nods.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes.


I walk up to my locker and get my books for history.

I have time to spare so I stand by my locker and pop some music on.

Darlene spots me and walks up to me.

I turn my music up louder and turn away from her.

"Hey, don't be that way." I hear her muffled voice speak over my music.

She used to be friends with Grace and I before...before 'it' happened.

Don't think about it.

"What do you want?" I turn around upset

"Hey why do you still hate me? I had nothing to do with Grace's plans that night you have to know that Leigh."

"I don't need this right now." I walk away

"Wait," she catches back up with me "I'm turning 18 this Friday and I'm having a party this Saturday and I want you to be there."

Darlene has always tried to be friends with me after what happened but I push her away every time. Her birthday is at the beginning of the school year, in September. I haven't forgotten, I wouldn't ever be like my mother and forget things like that.

I take the invitation she is handing me, rip it, throw it on the ground,

and walk away.

I stop before I vanish and tell her "I told you to never talk to me." And I am gone.

Sometimes I feel that I am to hard on her sometimes and that I need a friend. But I don't want anyone reminding me of Grace or that night. Even if she wasn't apart of it, she was there and her face will always remind me of it.

I decide to go to the library till the bell rings.

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