EVOLUTION: THE JENNY HUMPHREY PROJECT (PART I: LITTLE J)
Title: Evolution - A Retrospective of Jenny Humphrey's Rise To The Throne
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Character(s): Jenny Humphrey
Summary: Jenny relects on what has happened to her throughout her high school journey (multiple parts inc. story, poetry, and pics).
Notes: So I've decided to make my huge LJ project devoted to Jenny. I know she's not Gossip Girl's most favored character, but she's always been a character I've had a love/hate relationship with. So I thought it would be fun to write her. It's a bit weird, and it is my first Gossip Girl fanfic and posting of fanfic on LJ. Hope you enjoy it ♥
This part doesn't have pics because people are lazy and don't have nice season 1 caps :c
Jenny smiled slaving for these girls - fetching ball gowns, taking library books, sitting on the bottom step, beneath the capped toe of their Chanel flats.
She looked at the expensive shoes (she remembered eying the same pair at Barney’s the other day, but obviously couldn’t attain them) and let her eyes trail up the steps to the top one - the throne of Blair Waldorf, who at that moment looked even more perfect and pristine than normal. Jenny knew better, especially after hearing Dan and Serena conversing about her the night before. Perfect. Pristine. Right. It amazed the fourteen year old that someone could be so facetious.
“The pregnancy test wasn’t for me it was for Blair.” “Wait then who’s the father?” “Chuck.”
How could she cheat on Nate and lie to him like that? Who would let their best friend take the fall for her mistake?
She rolled her eyes at Blair, gushing to the minions about Nate - how he asked her to come with him to visit his dad in rehab. “He’s finally leaning on me,” she heard Blair say. Jenny looked back on the night he confessed his love to her.
“I’m not over you.”
Okay. So it was really meant for Serena, but she’d like to think that she emitted the same penumbra of bright and shiny effervescence as Serena van der Woodsen. If only. Nate’s lips felt nice against her own. She had never been kissed so fervently before (well, aside from that time with Chuck, and God knows she does not want to look back on that.)
Her eyeroll caught the attention of the queen’s icy glare, and she wanted to cower into her little corner of anonymity known as Brooklyn.
“Jenny, fix my dress and all is forgiven.”
But all was not forgiven, and she was still suffering. She did nothing wrong - Blair asked for the truth, and she gave it to her.
”I hate secrets more than anything…and we’re friends right?”
Right.
”Only my friends get to call me B.”
Wrong.
“Jenny.” The blond looked up at the older girl now holding out to her a book and two notebooks. “Can you be a sweetheart and drop these off at my next class for me? Mr. Shaffer’s room.” The sickly sweet tone of her voice matched the blatantly fake smile plastered on her face. She should have just walked away, defy her orders and just say ”I’m done with all of it,” (she does eventually, but that’s for another time). Now she cannot, and she does not have the will to sink into social oblivion again. “Sure.” So she offers a weak smile and takes the materials from the other girls’ hand. “Thank you,” she heard Blair say, not an inch of gratitude in her voice, and she walks back to Constance.
Kati and Iz showed her the Gossip Girl blast after that period. She saw Blair descend down the stairs not like a queen, but just a lowly girl. Like her. Actually even lower than her, for the entire world had doled out its judgments, and it marked her as fallen.
”Have you seen Nate?”
She found Nate first and told him everything.
”Blair was never really my friend.”
Nate looked at her with those blue eyes, effulged with sadness and anger; the fact his best friend and his girlfriend betrayed him like this slowly and painfully sunk into his mind. Her heart broke for him. “I’m so sorry, Nate.” Nate shook his head in reply. “It’s alright. Just…thank you for telling me.” She nodded her head, and he walked away.
She did the right thing, she told herself. She was always trying to do the right thing.
But then she traded virtue for ambition,
And the right thing didn’t seem so right,
And the wrong thing didn’t seem so wrong.
She saw to the demise of a monarch.
She went off with the her head.
She was Alice in Wonderland.
She ran up to be seen.
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