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it had to be you
the prequel


Cecily von Ziegesar

L I T T L E , B R O W N A N D C O M PA N Y
New York Boston

For nobody else, gave me a thrill—with all your faults, I love you still. It had to be you, wonderful you, it had to be you. —As sung by Frank Sinatra

Disclaimer: All the real names of places, people, and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent.Namely, me.

hey people!
Ever have that totally freakish feeling that someone is listening in on your conversations, spying on you and your friends while you sip lattes on the ivory-colored steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, following you to premieres and parties, and just generally stalking you? Well, they are. Or actually, I am. And the truth is, I’ve been here all along, because I’mone of you. One of the Chosen Ones. Don’t get out much? Hair so processed it’s fried your brain? Perhaps you’re not one of us after all and you have no clue what I’m talking about or who “we” are. Allow me to expound. We’re an exclusive group of indescribably beautiful people who happen to live in those majestic, green-awninged, white-glove-doorman buildings near Central Park. We attend Manhattan’smost elite single-sex private schools. Our families own yachts, estates, and vineyards in various exotic locations throughout the world. We frequent all the best beaches and the most exclusive ski resorts in Austria and Utah. We’re seated immediately at the finest restaurants in the chicest neighborhoods with nary a reservation. We turn heads. But don’t confuse us with Hollywood actors or modelsor rock stars—those people you feel like you know because you read so much about them in the tabloids, but who are actually completely boring compared to the roles they play or the ballads they sing. There’s nothing boring about me or my friends, and the more I tell you about us, the more you’ll be dying to know. I’ve kept quiet until now, but something

has happened, and if I don’t share itwith the world I’m absolutely going to burst. the greatest story ever told We learned in our eleventh-grade creative writing class this week that most great stories begin in one of the following fashions: someone mysteriously disappears, or a stranger comes to town. The tale I’m about to tell is of the “someone mysteriously disappears” variety. To be specific, S is gone. The steps of the Met areno longer graced with her blond splendor. We are no longer distracted in Latin class by the sight of her twirling her pale locks around and around her long, slim fingers while she daydreams about a certain emerald-eyed boy. But keep your panties on, I’ll get to that in a moment. The point is, S has disappeared. And in order to solve the mystery of why she’s left and where she’s gone, I’m going tohave to backtrack to last winter—the winter of our sophomore year—when the La Mer skin cream hit the fan and our pretty pink rose-scented bubble burst. It all began with three inseparable, perfectly innocent, über-gorgeous fifteen-year-olds. Well, they’re sixteen now, and let’s just say that two of them are not that innocent. An epic such as this requires an observant, quick-witted scribe. Thatwould be me, since I was at the scene of every crime, and I happen to have an impeccable eye for the most outrageous details. So sit back while I unravel the past and reveal everyone’s secrets, because I know everything, and what I don’t know I’ll invent elaborately. Admit it, you’re already falling for me.

You know I love you,


Cecily von Ziegesar

like most juicystories, it started with one boy and two girls
“Truce!” Serena van der Woodsen screamed as Nate Archibald body-checked her into a three-foot-high drift of powdery white snow. Cold and wet, it tunneled into her ears and down her pants. Nate dove on top of her, all five foot eleven inches of his perfect, golden-brown-haired, glittering-green-eyed, fifteenyear-old boyness. He smelled like Downy and the...
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