.your life isn't a movie, princess.
rating: T
pairings: no set pairings (yet)
status: in progress
length: multi-parter
author: nat.kat
summary: Blair's life isn't the perfect little movie she likes to imagine it is. It's taken everything from social destruction to heartbreak to make her realize that. But her revenge is going to be better than any writer could cook up.
note: This is a continuation of the show, right where A Thin Line left off.
.opening credits.
Blair Waldorf was not one to come to school, or any place for that matter, without meticulously applied makeup. So even though she was prepared to go to France just 7 short hours ago, Blair Waldorf still sits in front of her vanity, applying a deep shade of grey to her eyelids.
She looks down at her outfits and sighs, because she knows that no one will complement her new cream lanvin flats, and no one will look at her BCBG poplin surplice blouse in jealousy. She sighs because she knows that today is only the first day of her life as a social outcast. That will be short lived; she will make sure of that.
Serena bounces into the room, she doesn't walk, no S bounces and skips, like the happy annoying little sun that people hate because theyre so damn cheerful and perky.
"Come on B, its time for breakfast!" Serena's chirpy voice was a contrast to Blair's grey mood
Blair knows there's no arguing with a cheerful Serena, so she just follows her half-heartedly down the marble steps, and into the kitchen, where a plate of strawberries, pineapple, and peach chunks are waiting for her on a clean white plate.
Serena watches her best friend worriedly, wondering if it was best to convince her not to go to France. Since when did Blair eat her food willingly, without giving up a fight?
She pushes all thoughts out of her head, deciding that its a good thing that B's finally eating. She's only eating exactly 4 pieces of each, but hey that's a start. Right?
Blair announces that she's finished and Serena grabs her hand, tugging her up the stairs.
Grabbing Blair's new Carlos Falchi patent drawstring hobo, she shoves it into her best friend's tight fist, and pulls her out the door, and into New York's cool January air.
Flagging down a taxi with ease, Serena tugged an emotionless Blair into the backseat with her.
Blair stares out the window, sighing when the cab finally comes to a stop outside Constance's prestigious gates.
She knows what, or more likely, who would be waiting to see her beyond those gates.
Namely, her ex-friends, ex-worshippers, ex-boyfriend. And Chuck Bass.
She pushes all thoughts of that fucking man-whore out her head as she walks beside Serena with an air of defiance.
However, all thoughts about him rush back as she catches a glimpse of his signature scarf.
She just does that thing again, and pretends he is dead to her as she walks past him with her nose in the air.
Blair Waldorf is afraid of nobody.
She needs a quick stop in the bathroom, because she just can't stand it anymore.
"I swear, she looks bigger than before"
"Hey B! What happened, Daddy didn't want you in France?"
"Hey look who decided not to run away. God knows you'd be better in France where you can sleep around without tainting our school's reputation"
Like Nicole even cared about Constance's reputation, everyone knew that she was the school slut.
Hell, Blair had only slept with two guys in her life. The rest of these sluts knew that and yet they were calling her a slut.
She walks faster.
She's kneeling in front of the white porcelain bowl. Again.
Blair looks at the colourful contents of the toilet, and closes her eyes.
She was doing so well.
Just this once, she thinks, everyone deserves a break .Just today, just this once.
She keeps on repeating that in her head as her finger pushes its way down her throat.
Just this once.
Deep down, she knows that this won't be the last time. It's only one of many times.
She can't remember when she wasn't pushing her finger down her throat, gagging over a toilet.
At lunch, S is happy to see her best friend full of joy. Well as joyful as you could get when you had just been knocked of your pedestal.
She's chatting animatedly with Dan about something or other, but S notices that B isn't touching her lunch. None of it.
She wonders if the reason B is suddenly so happy has anything to do with her gagging over a toilet.
She pushes all thoughts of Blair's bulimia as she engages in conversation, there is no way someone could be happy after puking their guts out.
She obviously doesn't know Blair too well.
Nate takes another hit as he sits in his cavernous walk-in that would rival Blair's.
He's sick of being the perfect son, the perfect boyfriend.
He realizes now, while smoking pot, no less, that he was never a perfect boyfriend.
In reality, Blair was the perfect girlfriend. He slept with Serena while they were still together.
Sure, she slept with his best, ahem, ex-best friend. But they were broken up by then.
He pushes all thoughts of Blair out of his head as he takes another hit.
He needed an escape tonight.
Chuck Bass swirls his sixth glass of scotch as he lounges at the Palace Bar.
He's sick of being used, of being the second choice.
He and Blair are the same; both overshadowed all their lives by their golden best friends.
The difference is he only saw Blair, never Serena. Blair only saw Nate, her perfect gentleman.
He needs to forget her, she's a whore who used him. She's a slut. She's...like one of those Arabians.
She isn't worth his time. Yet, he can't stop thinking about her smile, her laugh.
He needed an escape tonight.
Blair sighs as she watches New York zoom by from inside her cab.
She's sick of the happy act. She's actually surprised that Serena fell for it. Actually, she's not really surprised.
Serena likes to look at the sunny side. She overlooks the gloominess, and only focuses on the happy.
There was only one person who could see through Blair's perfect mask.
Ugh, Chuck.
You hate him, she reminds herself. You hate Chuck because he broke up you and Nate, and he almost made you run away to France.
In truth, Chuck really was the one to make her run away.
He had always been there for her, her one constant when Serena was flighty and drunk off her ass. When Nate was acting like a robot. When her mother was too busy to do anything but criticize her.
It scared her that this time, she didn't have Chuck Bass to fall back on. It still scared her.
He was going to pay for making her feel that way.
But tonight, tonight she needs something else.
She needed an escape tonight.
She tentatively dials the familiar number on her phone.
"B!"
"S, hey, any plans for tonight?"
"No,"
"Good, we're going out."
"B..."
"What?"
She knows that her innocent act won't work on this new overly concerned Serena.
"I don't know, maybe it's not the best time to go out, you know, with your, um.."
Her social outcast status, she knew.
"Don't worry S, just come to the penthouse at eight. Bring Cabbage Patch, if you must."
"Blair.."
"Come on S, I need this tonight"
Serena gives in, because she knows that Blair really does need this.
"Fine, but you have to let me and Dan watch over you"
"You sound like my mother! Wait you don't sound like my mother, she would never be that worried. You sound like your mother"
She spits out the last line with bitterness, because it's true. Eleanor didn't care what happened to her daughter unless it affected their social status, or her company's image.
"It runs in the family.."
"Fine, I'll let you and Cabbage Patch watch over me"
"Okay, eight?"
"Yeah, bye S"
"Bye, B"
Blair closes her phone with a snap, and then turns to her mammoth wardrobe.
She needs to look her best tonight, because she wants to prove that Blair Waldorf is still on top.
She picks out a simple black strapless dress, by Valentino.
She pairs it with flashy silver shoes, and leaves her hair down, putting a perfect red bow headband, also by Valentino, in her locks.
She eyes herself critically in her wardrobe mirror.
Her reflection glares back at her.
You'll never be as skinny as Serena
I swear she's gotten bigger
How can she possibly fit in a 0?
She closes her eyes, and exits her bathroom.
She's not going to do it again, no, she's stronger than that.
Or so she hoped.