OC/Nate Archibald
Chapter 1 Accidents and Meetings
"Stupid...Jackass...self-obsessed...," I stumbled around searching for my glasses. Ah...I see you have stumble upon my pathetic existence, stumbling around a crowded hallway in search of my glasses. I'm sure my current state was amusing to a few people, if you could call them that. But then again this was a common occurrence for me.
You see I'm some what of an accident waiting to happen; well more of a disaster walking. I could trip over nothing, walk in to walls, and fall for no apparent reason. The fact that I'm nearly as blind as a bat does not help matters.
Although this particular incident I would not necessarily consider entirely my fault. I should probably mention that I have managed to make a target of myself for ridicule and teasing. Chuck Bass takes great pleasure in my misfortune, but he hates me for an entirely different reason. I won't go into that its just to messy.
'Ooh, I see someone is nice enough to help.' At least I hope their helping and not going to take and dump every thing in the garbage again. 'Nope he actually helping.'
"Looking for these," holding up my glasses.
I can totally hear the smirk in his voice. 'Oh, great now I have to deal with another holy-er-than- thou pig.'
"Thanks," snatching up the glasses without so much of a glance. I'm still scrambling to collect all my books. 'You see this is why you need to carry a backpack - not some dinky purse.'
I carry on scolding not realizing that the holy-er-than-thou pig is still there. Its only when I stand, well attempt to stand do I realize this. Which involves my face planted into holy-er-than-thou's chest; which I might add is not that bad quite firm and muscular in fact.
"Sorry," I murmur in to his chest looking up. 'This is just great of all the people you have to ram face first into it has to be Nate Archibald.'