Life is a Fashion Show. There's models and mortals, NEITHER HAVE ANY MORALS. The party seemed to be a huge success for Jolene as the spotlight constantly shone on her, proving she was truly the new Queen Bee of the upper east side. But the best thing that happened the night she and Jenny Humphrey went at it again was that she met the man of her dreams in Dr. Ryan Dawson. Sitting in class today, she realized he was, in actuality, the history teacher and not the chemistry teacher like she had assumed before. Perhaps it could have been the fact that the two had such great CHEMISTRY that led her to believe that. During the one hour of class they got to spend in each other's midst, she would get lost in his eyes, mesmerized by his voice and it wasn't like he didn't gaze in her direction either, she was sitting up front with the nerds. After the class was dismissed, being the last one of the day and only one Jolene attended, she hung around by herself near the parking lot. Holding a few books with her hands crossed over her chest, she looked her studious best. Just then, Dr. Dawson was seen entering the parking lot, pressumably to head home. Seeing him again, her heart began to flip flop in her chest and she was almost lost for words. With literally everything in her frail body, she screeched, "Mr. Dawson, Mr. Dawson!" He stopped instantly and caught her running towards him, books being pressed against her blossoming bosom for the fear of dropping them. "Jolene? Hi," he responded, opening the backseat of his car and dumping any books and baggage he was taking home. "Mr. Dawson, I have a problem," she announced, biting on her bottom lip innocently. "Well, what is it?" he asked, adjusting his tie while doing so. "I had a hard time understanding the civil war," she responds, hoping he'd actually buy that. "What.. part.. of.. it?" inquires the teacher, quite perplexed about why anyone wouldn't. "The causes," she said reluctantly and then before he could say anything, made a request. "Do you think maybe you could tutor me, at home?" Staring at her blankly for a few seconds, he looked at his watch as though he had to be elsewhere soon and nodded slightly. "Sure," he answered. "Would tomorrow evening be so bad?" Nodding her head, it prompted him to smile and before he attempted to get in and drive off, she grabbed onto his arm and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Hesitating to return the favor, he broke free of her grip but it was very subtle in order for him not to offend her and left. A smirk came upon her face as she stood there, behind her Versace glasses, watching him drive away. It was almost 4:30 that evening when Jolene and her friends drove down Madison Avenue in a limo to go shopping for some designer duds. Model Jessica Stam and Irina Lazareanu accompanied her as they partied in the back, champagne in attendance. The other two models were chatting it up while Jolene simply sat, head turned toward the window, thinking of the object of her affections. It wasn't until then that she suddenly came across the back of a blonde head belonging to the daughter he had who was ironically the same age as her. "Zarah!" she shouted, rolling the tinted windows down so that she was visible to Mr. Dawson's daughter. Spinning around, Zarah Dawson looked stunned at whom she saw calling out her name. The shock of Jolene Marciano hanging out with her lately still hadn't worn off and was well displayed with the bright smile that she was sporting. Zarah approached the limo prompting Jolene to push the door open inviting her in. "So where do you go shopping?" asked Jolene as Zarah sat between her and her friends. "H&M, Juicy Couture..." responded Zarah and before she could continue on, Jolene interjected. "Have you ever been inside a Chanel store?" "No," replied the blonde but then continued on. "I'd love to but my dad would freak if he ever found out I was spending money on such expensive clothing. Sometimes I walk by Madison avenue, I just like to look at the displays from the outside and hope that one day I'll find myself on the inside." Smiling sincerely, Jolene let out a soft chuckle but not one to ridicule her. Instead, she was about to make her new friend happy. "What if that day is today?" asked Jolene causing Zarah's jaw to drop. Securely locked within the four walls of a Chanel store, the four girls gushed over the exclusive perfumes they found. There was very little displayed as most were familiar with Chanel products. After purchasing a few goods, they headed over to Prada, Dior and then finally.. Louis Vuitton, where Jolene bought Zarah a bag of her own. As Irina and Jessica parted ways with the two Upper East siders, they got back into the limo where Jolene offered Zarah a ride home. "Jolene, I would just like to thank you for such a wonderful evening and this.. this.." she held up the bag in which her packaged Louis Vuitton bag was placed in and sighed. "this amazing bag." "It's no big deal, Z!" exclaimed Jolene, all sugary sweet. "You should come over to my apartment one of these days, I've got so much stuff in my closet. Every once in a while, Karl Lagerfeld would let me keep some of the clothes when I walked for him." Jolene bragged but only in order to form a closer bond with this new girl. "I don't know if that would be such a wise idea," added young Zarah. "My dad is already going to be paranoid as to how I obtained this expensive bag." Rolling her eyes but with a smile on her face, Jojo taught Zarah a few tricks of her own. "Don't mention any names," she adviced. "Your father knows that you now reside in the upper east side and are in the midst of those in the upper echeleons of society. It could always be a gift from one of your friends, perhaps Tallulah?" Nodding her head along with Jolene, Zarah smirked. She was simply delighted that she could finally carry around a designer bag on her shoulders and upgrade her status at school as Jolene was soon becoming one of her closest friends. But to Jolene it meant so much more. She was buying her way into Zarah's life in order to get closer to her father and the naive blonde hadn't a clue. "Oh, by the way," Jolene interrupted. "I might be coming over to your house tomorrow." "What for?" asked the perplexed Miss Dawson. "I'm being tutored by your dad. He's my history teacher," stated Jolene as if that weren't already obvious. "Maybe after that we could hang out more, get to know each other?" Zarah slowly slinked back into the seat and turned away, a little bothered by the suggestion. She surely wasn't proud of her living situation, especially after knowing that girls like Serena van der Woodsen, Blair Waldorf and Jolene all came from such rich families. However, Jolene could read her like a book, as she did with Jenny Humphrey and knew that Zarah would feel ashamed so she tried to comfort her. "Look, Z. I know you're not the richest person alive and you're definitely not going to be showing off your closet to me when I hang out at your place. But one thing is definite - you have a great father. I lost mine at young age and ever since then me and mother and have been having problems. I might have money but if there's one thing I don't have, it's true friends. I really like the type of person you are, you remind me of my former friend." "Eric van der Woodsen?" asked Zarah, already familiar with their rocky relationship and friendship. "Yeah," she replies softly. "I think us girls need to stick together when it comes to fending off bitches like Blair Waldorf. She is an epitomy of a true friend," stated Jolene while rolling her eyes. "I really don't want to be meet that girl!" exclaimed Zarah as both her and Jolene exchanged smiles. Now that they just happened to reach the place in question, Zarah was let out of the limo as she waved goodbye to her new friend and headed home. The limo stayed in sight for a while as Jolene perused the property. Not wanting to spoil the mystery that lay ahead, she gestured for the limo to take off as she leaved the Dawson's residence. **DISCLAIMER: The reason you'd steal is layout is to prove that you wish you were me.. Cherie [c] 2006.