Episode 1: Pilot-Blair

"Serena's back? Really?" And with that, my hot boyfriend of about ten years rolled off me and leapt off the bed we had been making out on and started buttoning up his shirt.

I clung to him. "Its just a rumor. Serena's still at school." Because I really needed this to happen now. I did not want to be a virgin for my junior year, and Nate was the only one I wanted to do it with.

Nate shook his head. "No, I think she's really downstairs. I'm going to find out." He left the bedroom with a skip in his step, leaving me still sitting on the bed, in my underwear.

I felt stunned, rejected, and a little faint. It was a good thing I was still sitting down, because my world had just been turned upside down. For a glorious eight months, (well, after I had gotten over the fact that my bitch of a "best friend" had left for boarding school without telling me anything) I had been the center of everything. Serena was out of the picture, so that meant that I was the only one that got blogged about, the only Queen at Constance, and most importantly, the only girl that Nate had a crush on.

And I had to face the facts: if Serena was back, I could count on going back to being second fiddle. The whole reason why I had my "problem" freshman year was because I felt inadequate. Everyone, and I mean everyone, compared me to Serena: my mom, my minions, and of course Golden Boy.

The same Golden Boy who had just rolled out of bed because he heard the magical words 'Serena van der Woodsen.' Skipping sex with me, his girlfriend of forever. Aren't guys supposed to like sex? Didn't he want to lose his virginity to me too?

Why did that bitch have to get in the way so much?

I ran downstairs after Nate, straightening my black lacy skirt as I went down the steps (was it just me, or were my calves looking fatter already?)

I had to make this right, put Serena in her rightful place. I was Blair Waldorf, the Queen B of Constance, after all.

And sure enough, Serena was downstairs in my hallway, looking as model-esque as ever in dark-wash skinny jeans and thigh-high boots, the kind of boots I would never in a million years be able to pull off without looking like my upper thighs were huge sausages.

She was, of course, the center of attention, which didn't move to me after I descended the stairs. How dare she come uninvited and ruin everything that I had planned with Nate!

I rushed to her, a huge saccharine smile lighting up my face. "Serena!" I exclaimed, giving her a big hug, even if it was just for show. I couldn't let Kati and Isabel and the others know that I hadn't been expecting her arrival, because I was always prepared, always. "Come, sit. We're just about to serve dinner."

Serena looked panicked. "Oh, no, I'm so sorry B," she said with a small frown, looking at her wrist as though she was checking her watch, although with a quick scan of her arms, I saw that she wasn't wearing one. "I've really gotta be somewhere-it's a family thing," she said vaguely, eyes flitting out the window to Park Avenue beyond.

And with that, she left, leaving everyone at the party stunned and whispering, probably about me, that I couldn't even get my best friend to stay at my party (I hadn't wanted her there, but still). Nate looked like a puppy wanting to chase after his owner. Another reason why he should be put on a leash, I thought wryly. He was like a beautiful pedigree golden retriever with a short attention span and a taste for anything new and sparkly (and tall, and lanky, I added).

I sighed, a loud one that everyone could hear. "I guess she's back for good, then," I spat to myself, venom in my voice.

But oh no. Horror of horrors. Kati and Iz heard. The sidled up to me, phones in hand. "You didn't know she was coming?" they asked, confused and wanting gossip.

I shook my head. "God no. Of course I knew she was coming. I just, uh, wanted it to be a surprise," I finished weakly, voice trailing off. "I better go find Nate," I told them as a parting goodbye. I still wanted to finish this, and it was more urgent than ever now that Serena was back.

I found Nate, chatting up his best friend and sleazeball of St. Jude's, Chuck Bass. Chuck was holding a scotch on the rocks and saying to a crowd of onlookers, mostly female, "And here I thought things were getting dull around here." He looked at Nate and winked, as though he knew something. Nate looked uncomfortable.

I took this as my chance. I grabbed his arm and lead him to a quiet part of the hallway, near the stairs. "Do you still want to go upstairs? Because the last time, you only got a glimpse of my La Perlas," I said in what I thought of as my bedroom voice. I knew it was pretty bad, because I had never tried to seduce anyone. I took his hand and made him feel the soft silk of my black bra.

He shook his head with a look of almost disgust. "I think Serena's entrance kind of killed the mood," he said, and wandered back to where Chuck was sitting.

I followed him. This time it was me who was playing the puppy. Just as I entered the room, everyone's phones went off. A Gossip Girl blast. Just what I needed.

Rumor is S bailed on B's party in under ninety seconds. And she didn't even have one limoncello. Better lock it down with Nate, B. Clock's ticking.

Attached were two photos. One of Serena and me, me giving Serena a dagger glare when she wasn't looking. And the next of me and Nate. It was taken about a minute ago when I had tried to seduce Nate. Whoever had taken the photo had perfectly captured the disgusted look on Nate's face as he rejected me.

Lord God, Sweet Virgin Mary, what the fuck. This was horrible. Normally, I kind of liked being blogged about by gossip girl, because it was usually flattering pieces about taking down minions or cute dates with Nate. Never this. Everyone was staring at me, and the whispers had started up again.

Suddenly I wanted to run to the bathroom and puke my guts out. This situation was too much. I would much rather have a distant Serena in Connecticut than here, stealing my Natie, and creating such horrible gossip about me. If it wasn't for Serena, nobody would think I was desperate with Nate, because the deed would have already been done.

As I scanned the room for a friendly face, and not Nate, I realized that Chuck Bass had left. Well, I guess that was good. He didn't need to witness another one of my episodes again. He had walked in on me throwing up once in freshman year. It was a party that I had hosted. My mom had taken one look at my dress and said. "Next time, wear something that fits you better. You're gaining too much weight for that dress. It would look much better on Serena, because she has the body type for it." I had rushed to the bathroom and threw up everything I had eaten that day. When I was laying on the bathroom floor, Chuck Bass had walked in. I hadn't known him as well as I did now, but I had known that if he had wanted to leak my secret, he could have ruined my reputation.

But he hadn't. He had picked me up off the ground with a scared look on his face. "Waldorf, what are you doing to yourself?" He had asked.

I had shook my head, as in, don't bother with me. But he had stayed with me in my room for the rest of the party, murmuring things about how I was skinny enough as it was and any guy would be a fool not to fall in love with me.

My stomach had started fluttering at that because did that just mean Chuck Bass, notorious womanizer, had just said that he had fallen in love with me?

He had realized his mistake and backtracked with an, "I meant Nathaniel, of course," but he still had stayed with me and made sure I was okay.

During freshman year, we had been nicer to each other, treating each other as not friends-of-friends but actual friends. Nate had liked that I was making an effort to be friends with his friends, and Chuck...well, Chuck was always an enigma.

But in Serena's absence he had become one of my close friends and co-conspirators. He had crafted some devious social destruction plans with me, like when we got rid of Georgina. And he was one of the four people who knew about my problem: it was him, Dorota, Eleanor, and Serena. Nate had never paid enough attention to realize. He, along with Dorota, had convinced me to start seeing Dr. Sherman for therapy. I only went for three months, but that was enough. I hadn't binged or purged in almost nine months. I never knew why he cared so much, but it was nice that I had someone who cared.

But I guess that was going down the drain now. Chuck was probably having sex with one of his whores in his limo. And I had to throw up. It was the only way I knew how to get rid of this horrible feeling.

As I rounded the corner to go upstairs to my bedroom, I bumped into somebody coming down. It was Chuck, clearly not banging a whore. He had a concerned look on his face, and he grabbed my arm as I continued up the stairs without acknowledging him.

"Come on, Waldorf, you know you shouldn't do that. I know what you're thinking of doing right now."

I kept climbing the stairs, pulling him with me, as he just wouldn't let go of me. "Calm down, it's not like I'm going to die. Go back to your scotch and let me handle this."
He shook his head. "We both know that you don't want a relapse. If someone found out, you know what it could do for your social standing," he said with a small smirk, although it didn't reach his eyes.

I stopped in my tracks and almost slapped him. "Are you saying that you'll tell Gossip Girl about my problem?"

He nodded. "If that's what it takes to get you to stop."

I let out a haggard breath. "Why do you care so much, Chuck? Why do you hate me?"

He drooped a little. "I don't know," he said truthfully and almost a little wistfully. And with that, he left, with me confused for the millionth time that night. Why did he care?

"I hate you, Chuck Bass," I called down the stairs, although it seemed a little unsure even to my ears. I didn't even know if he heard it.

But I didn't throw up that night.

School was the perfect time to hold court with my minions and reinforce that although Serena may be back, I was still Queen. So you could imagine my dismay when I saw Serena in the center of my usual entourage, hugging Penelope like she was a long-lost sister.

"B!" Serena said, with a huge smile lighting up her golden features, "Penelope was just telling me about your party. Kiss on the Lips? When is it?"

I smiled haughtily, not showing any teeth. Time to put this little bitch in her place. "The party's on Saturday. And you're kinda not invited," I simpered.

Serena's glowy smile fell. I was glad. She was a lot less beautiful when she wasn't smiling. "Why?" she asked. "This is the first big party of junior year, I want to help you kick it off."

I brushed off her seemingly helpful comment. She probably just wanted to talk to Nate. "Because up until twelve hours ago, we all thought you were in Connecticut. Way to pull a fast one. And Jenny took our last invitation." I gestured to Jenny Humphrey, my newest intern. She had agreed to write all the invitations in calligraphy in exchange for one for herself. I could have easily added one more for Serena, but that would defeat the purpose.

I smiled cruelly at Serena once more. "That's it. We should be going," I called to my entourage, motioning toward school.

Jenny hesitated. "Um, actually, Serena-" she started. I stamped on her foot to cut her off. "That's enough, Little J. Pipe down or else you won't be going to the party."

Jenny was quiet. Good, it was about time people learned their place.

As we were walking over to Constance-St. Jude's, I spotted Nate and Chuck returning from a walk in the park. Nate's pupils were really dilated and he was obviously stoned. Way to make a great impression on the first day, Nate, I thought. He didn't know when enough was enough.

They were making their way towards me. Ew, I hated the smell of pot.

"Nate," I said as sweetly as I could and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, giving him a peck on the lips and trying to breathe through my nose, not my mouth.

I pulled back. "Bass," I greeted Chuck. I was still mad at him for last night, of course. He looked more pulled together than Nate. His eyes were regular-sized and of course, his outfit was flawless. If he wasn't such a womanizer, I would assume he was gay.

He looked me up and down, and from his appraisal, I knew he knew that I hadn't thrown up last night. Usually I looked haggard after a relapse, but I didn't today. Today I was perfect. "Waldorf," he said, sounding pleased that his blackmail had worked.

He gave Nate a loaded glance and said to him, "remember what we talked about."

Talked about what, exactly? Ugh, I hated the Basshole's crypticness. Why couldn't he be as transparent as Nate?

"What was that all about?" I asked Nate, still trying to hold my breath.

He smiled dreamily. "You'll see tonight," he murmured, then began to kiss my neck.

As much as he smelled bad, I did admit that this was hot. Nate had invited me to dinner tonight about a week ago and I was planning to show him up to my penthouse after. Tonight had better be the night...

I pulled away as a horrible thought came over me. "You said you were talking to Chuck about tonight?" He had better not have told Nate about my problem...I could just picture dinner-Blair, no, you have to eat dessert. Chuck told me about your eating disorder. Eat as much as you want to, because I'm fine if you turn into a blimp. I'll even feed you my brownie.

Nate shrugged, breaking me out of my horrible imagined scene. "Just a little advice, you know," he said nonchalantly.

I smiled in relief. "He didn't tell you anything, right?" I asked, just to be sure.

Nate shook his head. "Just told me how I should approach this date," he said, a little leeringly.

I shuddered. Chuck was giving Nate advice on how to have sex with me? That thought was almost too gross to process. I didn't want Nate pulling Chuck's slimy moves on me, I wanted the Nate who was going to lose his virginity tonight as I lost mine. Not a man-whore's take on sex.

I pulled away from Nate a little. "I don't think you'll need his advice. I bet you're a natural." Was it just me, or did he look a little uncomfortable? Okay, so maybe Nate was a prude. Whatever.

I pecked him on the lips and left for my first class, saying, "See you tonight, babe. I love you!"

He returned the statement, of course. But was it just me or was he looking not at me but behind me, to where Serena was standing?

Serena caught my arm as I sashayed to AP Biology. "Listen Blair. I'm so sorry about how I've acted this past year. Can we please get drinks or something? I really want to make it up to you."

I scoffed. "Make up what? How you never called me to tell me you were moving to boarding school?"

Serena hung her head. "I know. There was a lot going on then. I really am sorry, B. Maybe I can explain more?"

I sort of wanted to know what had made her leave. So I agreed. "I have a date with Nate after, so it'll just have to be one drink. But meet me at the Palace Bar and 7:30."

I walked away, letting my posse envelop me.

But my eyes didn't miss Chuck standing in the hallway, having heard our conversation. His eyes had a pained look, as if there was something that I shouldn't know. What did he want me not to find out?

I showed up to the Palace fashionably late. It wasn't my fault that Dorota had stopped me to talk about forgiveness and then lectured me about safe sex with Nate. Okay, maybe it was my fault that I tried on 10 different outfits before deciding on the perfect one, and that I had curled my hair before and after I had put on my headband. But Serena deserved to wait a little.

Serena looked like she was not on her first drink. Her hair was a little mussed, and her eyes were red-rimmed. Was she crying about me? I didn't think she was that weak. Must be about something else, I decided. Unless she was actually really drunk.

Her eyes lit up when she saw me. "B!" She called. They narrowed again when she realized how perfect I looked and she put it together that I had been purposely late.

I sat down and ordered one glass of wine. It was a much classier choice than Serena's vodka martini.

Serena sighed. "So how's your mom doing with the divorce and everything?" she started.

I closed my eyes a little. I hated to rehash this. Daddy leaving was painful enough, I didn't need Serena pretending she cared twisting the knife in further. So I settled on sarcasm. "Great. So my dad left her for another man. She lost fifteen pounds, got an eye lift. It's been good for her."

"I'm really sorry," Serena pleaded for the millionth time today.

"Yeah, I could tell. Since you didn't call or write the entire time it was happening. Do you know how it felt calling your house when you didn't show up at school and having your mom say, 'Serena didn't tell you that she moved to Connecticut?'" It was still painful, the thought of my so-called best friend leaving and deciding not to tell me. Whatever she had to leave for was not so bad that she couldn't tell me.

"I just, I had to go. I needed to get away from everything... Please just trust me." Everything meaning me? Everything meaning her family? Ugh, I hated her right now, waltzing back into my life and expecting me to take her back.

"How can I trust you when I feel like I don't even know you!" I almost yelled at her. How could Serena be so stupid?

Serena was still pleading. "Let's fix that. I saw you at school with Kati and Iz, and I get it. I don't want to take any of that away from you—"

"Because it's just yours to take away, isn't it." I really, really wanted to stay Queen Bee. But I knew she could take that away in an instant. That, and Nate.

"No, that's not what I mean, I... I miss you. I just want things to go back to the way they used to be."

I saw the pain in her eyes and relented a little. I needed a best friend after all, a true equal. As long as she didn't go after Nate, all would be fine. I took her hand.

She smiled. "I love you, B."

"I love you too, S." And then I left to go to my date with Nate. When I looked back, I caught Serena emptying her martini.

I shrugged (obviously they banned alcohol at boarding school) and checked my phone at the new Gossip Girl blast.

Spotted at The Palace Hotel: S and B having a heart-to-heart. Hm... why so thirsty, S? You may have won over B for now but we still think you're hiding something.

I ran into Chuck before I went out the doors.

"Is Serena in there?" he leered at me.

"Yes. Ugh, why?" I asked him.

He looked a little concerned. "What did you guys talk about?"

I rolled my eyes. "She apologized, of course. Asked how my mom is doing. Why?"

He sighed. It seemed like he was relieved. "She didn't tell you why she left, right?"

Damn. That's what I had been meaning to ask her. "No."

He visibly relaxed.

"You don't know why, right?" I asked him, suspicious.

He raised his eyebrows. "Of course not," he said smoothly. "I just have a feeling it might be something crazy, and you know how I like social destruction."

I looked at the clock above his head. 8:15. I was 5 minutes late to meet Nate. "While this conversation has been amusing, I've gotta meet your best friend for a date. I think tonight's the night," I blurted out before realizing who I was talking to. UES rule #1: Don't talk about sex to Chuck Bass.

His face turned into a smirk. "Good. It was about time that our dearest Nathaniel deflowered you," he purred.

Ew, how were girls seduced by this slimeball? "I'm leaving now," I said, stalking out of the lobby. "Goodbye, Bass," I called over my shoulder.

"Good luck tonight, Waldorf," he called back.

I sighed. Chuck Bass was hard to shake.

I guess Chuck's advice had paid off, because tonight was going amazing. Nate had taken me out to an amazing dinner place and not mentioned anything about my problem. I had only picked at a salad, so I felt amazing in my new lingerie.

And Nate was amazing. Even though I knew he wasn't experienced, he made out like he was. In my mind, I was yelling I love you, I love you, and I wanted this feeling to last forever. I was ready.

I started to unbutton his pants, and Nate groaned and rolled off of me.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, a sinking feeling in my stomach.

He sighed. "Look, I don't know how to say this—or if it's even the right thing to do—but... there's something I need to tell you."

Oh no. "Is this about us?" He was going to dump me, he didn't feel physically attracted to me...God, I was going to throw up. Or faint. Whatever came first.

Nate cleared his throat. "Last year, just before Serena left...the Sheperd wedding. We did something I really regretted, and I would feel horrible not telling you if I took your virginity."

Oh no. This was worse. I always knew Serena had a thing for Nate! And we had just made up...dammit. She was so not my best friend anymore.

"Best friends just don't kiss each other's boyfriends," I murmured to myself.

Nate heard me and looked at me. His eyes were full of pain and regret.

"But...that was it...you guys kissed?" I asked, my voice raising up at the end like a question.

He shook his head.

Suddenly, I was mad. Like about to throw a temper tantrum mad.

"I knew it! I always knew there was something! Get out!" I roared.

He left with no argument.

I started to cry, rushing to the toilet. There was nothing Chuck could do to stop me now.

My months of restraint disappeared down the toilet, just like the vomit.

I laid on the tile floor after it was over, feeling faint.

After a while-a minute, an hour?-Dorota found me in my sorry state. "Miss Blair!" She said, shocked. She placed a cool washcloth on Blair's cheek. "I call Mr. Chuck, yes?" she asked me.

I nodded weakly. As much as I might hate to admit it, Chuck was my only hope. I wouldn't dare tell Serena or Nate, and God help me if one of the minions found out about this secret.

It seemed like forever until Chuck showed up at my bedroom door. I had put old sweats on and was lying curled up in my bed. The Notebook-how cliché was that?-was on the TV, and I was sure my eyes looked like raccoons because I had been crying nonstop.

"Come in," I sighed. Good thing I wasn't trying to impress Chuck because I was sure I looked heinous.

He walked in and looked horrified. "Really, Waldorf? You relapsed?"

I nodded slowly. Let him tip Gossip Girl, I thought. I had already lost everything-my best friend, my boyfriend, why not lose my popularity?

But instead of whipping out his phone, he climbed into bed next to me before I could resist. He looked like he had a rough time of it lately, too, I noted. His clothes were all messed up and there was a mark on his cheek as if he had been slapped.

"Listen, Blair, I'm so sorry that you had to find out. And trust me, I was just bluffing when I said what I was going to do if you relapsed. What I really want is you to be healthy."

I laughed mirthlessly. "At least I still have my social standing, then," I remarked to the ceiling, tears still trailing down my cheeks.

Chuck joined my manic laughter. "Look at us, Waldorf," he remarked when I had stopped. "Both so messed up."

I raised my eyebrows. Chuck rarely admitted that he was messed up. "What did you do?"

He sighed. "Let's just say that I tried to put the moves on a girl who wouldn't have it. She really let me know, too." He winced, as if recalling the moment.

"Well, do I know her?" I asked. "Maybe I can help take her down for you?" I propped up on one elbow, already feeling better. There was no better medicine than revenge.

Chuck smiled wryly. "Oh, you know her. And I have no doubt that even before I came over, you wanted to take her down," he said, hinting at her identity.

I was suddenly feeling very better. Now I had Chuck on my hating-Serena side. This friendship really was beautiful.

I stood up. "I feel so much better, Chuck. Thanks for coming," I told him softly, giving him a hand to stand up.

He took it. "Wouldn't have missed it, Blair." I didn't miss how he didn't call me Waldorf.

I coughed. This was a little awkward. I didn't have guys in my bedroom often, at least guys who weren't my (ex?)boyfriend.

Chuck smiled tightly. "This is my cue to leave. Tomorrow I'm giving Kati, Iz, and Nate a ride to the party in my limo. Will you be joining?"

I said yes, even though it was just because of Kati and Iz. Nate would be dead to me. "Bye Chuck," I said, not calling him Bass either.

Chuck gave me a little salute and left down the stairs.

And once he left, I found I had no urge to either throw up more or cry over Nate. My mind puzzled over this as I drifted off into a soft and dreamless sleep.

I sighed, picking off the individual particles of rice off from my spider roll with my chopsticks. Nate had texted me in the morning to meet for sushi for lunch at 12, and I had reluctantly agreed. Last night had left me in a calmer state, and I had realized that Serena was the one to be mad at, not Nate. The slutty bitch had probably gotten him drunk and then seduced him. It wasn't his fault that blondes were his type.

But it was 12:15. Where was Nate?

The door chimes jingled, playing a little Japanese tune. Nate stepped into the sushi bar, in workout gear. He had probably just come from a run with the Captain, I realized. It was so sweet how he liked to talk to his dad about his love problems, I thought. He was probably asking him for advice on how to win me back.

What he didn't already know was that he already had me back, as long as he promised to ice Serena out. She was the one who had to go down, for me and Chuck's sake.

Nate sat down and ate one California roll that I had already ordered for him. He was pretty picky when it came to sushi, only liking the basic ones. I loved how I knew that about him. Serena didn't know that about him, I bet.

Nate cleared his throat. "Thanks for meeting me. Look, Blair, I really hurt you and I know that and I want to fix it," he said with a look that was half determined and half unsure. The poor guy was guilty and obviously wanted me back.

I still had to make him work for it, because I was not easy. That was reserved for the needy whores of the world, Serena being a good example. "Really? And how are you gonna do that?" I asked him, my eyes challenging his.

Nate took a deep breath, obviously preparing for whatever he was going to say. "I'm gonna put everything in the past. I'm not gonna see Serena again or even talk to her. It'll be like she doesn't exist."

I smiled. It was perfect. This way I got Nate and Serena got nobody. "I think that's a good idea. Let's not mention it again."

Nate looked a little surprised (and did I sense a smidgen of dismay?). "That's it? 'Cause you were pretty upset last night... I mean, should we talk about this?" Always the caring boyfriend.

"There is nothing to talk about. I overreacted... you say it's in the past, it's in the past. I'm sure you have no feelings for her anymore. I just feel bad for Serena... she'll really miss you," I simpered. I so did not feel bad for Serena. "Chuck invited me to the limo party. What time does it come again?" I asked Nate.

"Eight," he replied. He didn't catch that I talked to Chuck last night, and that's how I wanted it to stay.

"Perfect." And just like that, my world was perfect again.

"Blair, welcome to the party!" Chuck called from the limo. He was sitting next to Nate, Kati and Iz on the other leather seat.

I scooted in between Chuck and Nate and looped my arm in Nate's. Chuck elbowed me, and I caught his eye and pulled out my phone. He did the same.

N and I are back under one condition: S is dead to him. I sent the message and saw Chuck's eyebrows raise happily.

"Looks like this is a cause for celebration!" he said to the whole group, obviously referring to me and Nate getting back together and Serena getting the silent treatment.

He popped a bottle of Dom expertly and poured it into 5 overflowing glasses. "Cheers!" we all called.

And we all had a great time on our way to Kiss on the Lips.

As I was slow-dancing happily with Nate, two things unsatisfactory happened: one, my phone rang in the special Gossip Girl blast ringtone, and two, Kati, Isabel, and Penelope approached me, looking unhappy.

"Serena's here!" Penelope cried unhappily, pointing at the door. "And she brought some nobody from Brooklyn." Sure enough, Serena was trailing a boy in an army jacket, a buzz cut, and ugly corduroys from the Gap.

I broke away from Nate. "She can't be here. She wasn't invited," I said to my posse, walking toward Serena and Brooklyn.

Nate caught my arm before I could do anything out. "Blair, come on, are you really gonna kick her out?" he pleaded, a little puppy-dog look on his face.

"Did you invite her?" I yelled, seeing red. If he did, that was it.

Nate reeled backwards. "What? No! God! I told you," he mumbled, looking mad that I hadn't trusted him.

It was for good reasons, I reminded myself. He was the one who cheated on me with her. "Do not talk to her," I warned him, then set off to find wherever she went.

Nate sighed, exasperated. "I was going for a walk, anyways." And with that, he left.

God, I was going to kill Serena when I found her. That skank deserved to be taught a lesson.

I finally caught up to her just as she was leaving in the cab with Brooklyn and a disheveled Jenny Humphrey. What odd company to keep, I thought, happy that she had been degraded to consorting with losers.

Nate watched her leave, standing a good distance away from me. I needed some space from him.

A pretty catchy song was playing from inside the club. Not that I wanted to be dancing.

As I was glaring at the departing cab, and Nate, Chuck came up behind me, clutching his scarf and looking very pissed. God, he smelled good, though. I bet he had just got cockblocked again, I thought. I knew how he hated that.

"She better not show he face here again," I told him, eyes still on the yellow vehicle.

Chuck's face was pure rage when I looked at him, but it softened a little to give me a partners-in-crime smirk. "I'm actually hoping she will," he said.

Revenge really was best served cold. And I had the perfect person to dish it up with.

Okay, so that was the first chapter! Hope you like the length! Next up is the pilot from Chuck's point of view...

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