Blair thought about calling Chuck. Her hand lingered over my phone, so ready to hit one and call him. But she couldn't. This was the last straw. She could handle lots of drama, I mean he compared her to a sweaty horse one time, but this was the breaking point. Sleeping with HER. No. He'd left her countless messages, all pleading for her forgiveness. Pleading for the one thing she was unwilling to give. Her body wanted to reach out, tell him it's okay, but her heart won over. So she lay on her bed, thinking about when she used to lie in his, in a constant power struggle against herself. About half of a miserable hour later, he called again. Her adrenaline spiked, as it always did seeing his number. It's just out of habit, she thought. His love is like a drug. It was all I needed, I couldn't get enough. (see what i did there?) Then I quit it cold turkey, so I'm suffering from withdrawal. Soon, I'll be clean.
….
Sometime after dinner, her phone buzzed with a call. Expecting it to be an update from Serena, she picked it up. "So how'd it go?!" she asked excitedly
"Blair…" She stopped breathing. It wasn't Serena, it was Chuck…
… and he sounded so hurt.