a/n: so uh this is my first gossip girl story, so please don't be too harsh? this takes place very early in the show, before chuck and blair get together at all. it's a multi-chapter made up of many short chapters. enjoy
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No One Else Can Speak The Words On Your Lips
(feel the rain on your skin, no one else can feel it for you.
only you can let it in, no one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips.
drench yourself in words unspoken, live your life with arms wide open.
today is where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten.)
Her blood red lips slowly curved upward in a gentle yet menacing smirk as she made her way purposefully up the Met steps. She heard the click-clacks of her minions' high heels behind her as they gave threatening glares to anyone who dared to look at their queen with anything less than admiration on their faces. Ever so gracefully, she sat down on the top step, with her worshipping minions (or, more crudely, bitches) gathered a couple steps below her.
Penelope, currently her favorite helper, handed her a cup of yoghurt, with all the raisins picked out, just like she requested for one of the newer minions to do for her. She took the yoghurt from the girls' perfectly manicured hand and inspected it for flaws. "You left out one raisin. Go get a new cup from the supermarket down the street. Now." She all but threw the cup at Jasmine, who was sitting lower on the steps than even Nelly Yuki.
"But why can't you just get plain yoghurt if you don't want the raisins in them?" The naïve freshman protested vainly.
Raising one eyebrow in challenge, she rose to a standing position and walked down the steps one at a time until she was right next to the now terrified girl. "Because I am Blair Waldorf, and if that is how I want to eat my yoghurt, that is how I will get my yoghurt. Am I understood?"
The thoroughly frightened girl hurriedly nodded her head in consent. "Now go." Her powerful voice cut through the cold November air and once again proved Blair Waldorf's unchallenged position as queen of the UES.
Then, as her calculating eyes swept over the rich and pampered crowd below her, Blair saw a pair of brooding brown eyes (though they were so dark, she almost thought they were black) staring straight back at her. Startled, she squinted to more closely inspect the mysterious figure leaning on a black stretch limo across the street.
She recognized the man to be Chuck Bass, notorious bad boy and man whore of St. Judes, but something seemed off about him. Instead of his usual aloof and uncaring façade, he seemed to be studying her and it felt like he could see right through her. His usually dull and detached eyes seemed aware and alert as they made her feel like she had melted into a pile of molten lava at his feet. It was strange and bizarre, but she actually liked how the feeling.
"Blair? Lunch is over, we should head back to Constance. What have you been looking at?" Kati, another one of her minions, tried to follow her gaze, but Blair was already pulling her down the Met steps. "Oh, nothing. Something just caught my eye."
a/n: and… that's it for the first chapter! let me know what you think in a review? :)