Title: Finish my Sentences
Summary: When an unwelcome visitor returns to the Upper East, she brings along her Louis Vuitton luggage full of devious scams and schemes. This time, she's not only aimed at Serena, but the whole lot of the Constance upperclassmen. Only two people are scandalous enough to play her game. Separately, they have no chance against her. But can these two work through their differences when they find out that said visitor is more dangerous than she seems? Chuck/Blair; various other pairings. Set after 2.16.
Disclaimer: Do not own any characters.
Rating: PG-13; possible to have one or two M-rated chapters.
Author's Note: I haven't been writing as frequently lately, and I do have pretty bad writer's block. I'm trying to work around it, though, because I shouldn't not write this story just because I kind of suck right now. I hope it'll get progressively better. Najet and Abby are fabulous, by the way (:
Enjoy. Reviews are appreciated.
I. Mysteries
Blair Waldorf gritted her teeth as she climbed up the stairs to Constance-Billiard. She braced herself for the thick, mesmerizing voice that would whisper against her neck. She prepared herself for those squinty chocolate-colored eyes that would gaze at her hypnotically, reeling her in with an exhilarating stare. However, as she reached the end of the flight of stairs, there was no throaty murmur, no enthralling glances. Her eyes zeroed in on her target. Smoke in hand, Nate in tow, and scarf wrapped fluidly around his neck, Chuck Bass sat nonchalantly in the courtyard.
She spotted Serena and gracefully made her way over, making sure to take the path that led directly in front of Chuck. As she maneuvered around random students, her eyes flitted to Chuck's retreating figure. Where was he going? Why didn't he say anything? Hurriedly, Blair scurried over to Serena.
"Hey, Serena," Blair greeted, eyes still lingering on the spot Chuck had been sitting moments prior.
"Hey, B," Serena gave Blair a half-hearted wave. Noticing Blair's fleeting glare at the empty table, she continued to ask, "What's wrong?"
"Oh…uh, nothing," Blair stammered, returning her attention to Serena.
"We're going to Butter tonight, Blair," Hazel informed her, "You in?"
"Yeah, sure," Blair replied, "Anyways, we better go. I can't be late for class."
As Blair stepped away from the girls, she lost footing a little and stumbled. Grabbing the nearest person for balance, she looked up embarrassed, prepared to apologize.
Chuck.
"Oh, uh…" Blair's eyes went wide and she seemed to forget how to speak.
Chuck placed Blair upright and brushed himself off.
"I'm sorry," Blair murmured.
"No problem," Chuck replied, shrugging a little. He turned and walked away without a second glance backwards.
...
Blair felt a little faint as she slipped into her next period class. What had that been? Chuck Bass being polite? She couldn't imagine anything worse. What next? Nate scoring a 2400 on his SATs? The sky falling? Anything was better than Polite Chuck. Mad Chuck, Annoying Chuck, Horny Chuck, Vulnerable Chuck. Blair could handle a number of those at once, but politeness? She felt so out of place.
She had hoped that her 'I'm done' and refusal of Chuck's apology would have been overlooked on Chuck's part. She had hoped they would go back to the usual flirty bantering. But, she knew that dream was too far-fetched. So much had happened, Chuck and Blair could never be the same. She knew before they'd even started anything that getting attached to him would be extremely hazardous. What she hadn't expected was to feel this funny thrumming of her heart whenever he walked by. Had she been wrong to call it off like that? Had he really been there to truly apologize?
...
Serena sprawled onto Blair's bed, waving a letter swiftly in front of her face.
"Blair, did you write this?" Serena asked, pointing to the delicate handwriting on the thick card.
"No," Blair shook her head, as she brushed out her brunette locks, "What does it say?"
"Read it…it's kind of creepy," Serena replied, motioning again at the perfectly penned letter.
Blair's eyes skimmed quickly over the words, trying to comprehend every detail.
Serena―
Playing games was fun. But like all games, the fun has to end sometime.
Since I'm so nice, I'll give you a warning. You (and your friends) had better watch your backs. The time for revenge is now and I never pass up a chance like that.
Love,
Me
"Who gave it to you?" Blair asked, puzzled.
"I don't know! It was just in my locker after class," Serena exclaimed, pulling out the envelope that the letter had come in.
A feeling of recognition resonated in Blair's mind, but she couldn't quite place her finger on the exact place she'd seen a letter like this before.
"I'll keep an eye out for you," Blair responded, flashing a quick smile at her best friend.
...
Blair's hair whipped at her, millions of painful lashes, as it blew in the cold winter air. She huddled deep into her jacket, trying to flag a taxi. Her lips felt chapped and her eyes began to tear up as the wind screamed ferociously, forcing her to step back into the school.
As she stumbled back through the heavy oak doors, she saw a shrouded figure at the end of the hallway placing a thin purple envelope into Serena's locker.
"Hey!" Blair called to the mysterious person, dressed head to toe in black.
The person turned around at the sound of Blair's voice and quickly scurried away. Blair's heart raced; this was the person! This was Serena's mystery letter writer.
"Hey!" Blair yelled again, hoping that the person would return.
Headmistress Queller's office door flew open and she stepped out silencing Blair with an evil glare, "Miss Waldorf, I'm in a meeting with a student. It is after school hours, you should be getting home."
Blair narrowed her eyes at Headmistress Queller, but pretended to comply, heading towards the exit of the school. As soon as the door shut again, she flew down the hallway to Serena's locker.
As she twisted the knob in her hand, she couldn't help feeling a little excited. Besides all the Chuck drama, the Upper East Side scandals had been a little too quiet for the past while. Maybe what Blair needed was a good dose of scandals and lies.
The door popped open with a click. Blair gasped at the little wrapped present inside of the locker. It was Serena's old watch that she had lost a couple of years ago. Accompanying the watch was a little purple note that read: Time is ticking, Serena. I'd get you and your friends out of here before…well, who knows what could happen?
As much as Blair loved secrets, she hated not being a part of them even more. She would get to the bottom of this, no matter what. Realizing the only way she could solve the mystery would be to consult with the one person she could no longer talk to, she pulled out her phone to find a new partner-in-crime.
Penelope, Hazel, Izabelle…Too stupid. Serena. Too nice. Nate. Too oblivious.
She had no choice. It was either let this silly prank continue or work up the courage to ask Chuck Bass for help.
Headmistress Queller's door opened again with a clang, and Blair braced herself for another scolding. But when she saw the person that stepped out, shock overcame her and her phone clattered to the floor.
Chuck Bass.
Taking deep breaths to soothe her racing heart, she said a quick prayer and scooped up her phone.
"Chuck," she greeted solemnly.
"Blair," he returned, without so much as a smile.
"So how are you?" Blair attempted with a shaky grin on her face.
"I'm fine. And late. So I have to go," Chuck replied brusquely, turning away from her yet again.
"Fine, you can leave. But can you at least tell me why you've been avoiding me like this?" Blair asked.
"We're done. Remember?" he pulled out a joint from his pocket and began to light up.
"I know. But this isn't about me. This is about Serena," Blair began to explain.
"What?" Chuck cocked an eyebrow, walking towards the exit.
"She's been receiving weird threats in her locker and I was wondering if you knew anything about it," Blair told him, motioning at the purple envelope in her hand.
"That's classy Blair. Whenever something goes wrong you have to blame me," he scoffed at her, not even looking at the letter.
"You know what? Fuck off, Chuck. I can do this myself. And you know what? When you're drinking booze and fucking women tonight, I hope you remember that you're still an asshole," Blair shot back, stalking away.
As the door began to shut behind her, she pushed it open a little and called, "Oh, by the way, I hope you get AIDS!"
...
"You got another one," Blair informed Serena as the two sat down for dinner at Butter.
"Another letter? That's the third one, then," Serena groaned.
"What? You got another one besides the one you showed me?" Blair asked.
"Yeah, here," Serena replied, pulling the paper out of her handbag.
Serena―
You're not scared of me, are you? You were never very bright.
Don't worry, by the time I'm done with you…well, let's just say no one care's how smart you are when you're no longer breathing.
Love,
Me
Blair's eyes widened in shock.
"Serena, you can't keep ignoring these! These are seriously scary," Blair exclaimed.
Serena rolled her eyes and laughed, "It's probably just a freshman joke… calm down."
"Only you would see a death threat and laugh."
"Because I know they're kidding! It's Constance-Billiard not Virginia Tech," Serena laughed again, shoving the paper back into her purse.
Their friends began filing into the room. Blair maintained constant chatter with her friends, but the letters that Serena was receiving still haunted Blair a little. Somehow, this didn't seem like a joke to her. It felt extremely real and she knew if she didn't do something soon, she'd regret it.
As the girls finished eating, Blair asked the waiter for the bill. The waiter brought it back promptly, and mentioned that someone had left something inside of the leather checkbook. Blair looked at him quizzically, but opened it anyway. Her heart stopped as she read the clearly distinguishable scrawl:
Serena―
Bad move. You've got Blair in this now…and to say you're taking her down with you would be an understatement. Maybe next time you'll know to keep your nosy little friends out of our business.
As always,
Me.
tbc.
