I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THIS. I DID NOT MAKE UP MOST OF THE CHARACTERS.
Nate shoved Chuck up against the wall, his tanned hands around his neck. "I should kill you," He whispered, with indescribable rage. "I really should," He was done talking. He was done with everything. The only thing on his mind was Chuck, and how much he wanted to hurt him.
"Man—" Chuck choked out. Raising his hands up, he made contact with Nate's and managed to pull him off. He stumbled to the side. Nate lunged for him, but Chuck turned away and jumped the small table, leaving it set between them.
Nate had an ugly look on his face. It was unlike anything Chuck had ever seen before. Rage, hate, and disgust mixed into one. For a moment, they stared at each other, breathing deeply.
"It wasn't like you think—" Chuck tried to explain. Nate shook his head, like he was trying to clear it. "No," He said hoarsely. "No," He repeated. "You're a—a—" He stuttered, trying to find the right word.
"I didn't mean to sleep with Addison, dude, listen—" Chuck raised his voice. "Hell no." Nate said, his voice assuming a strange, calm tone. He was shaking with anger. "First Blair. I never could forgive you for that. But I could try to forget it. This—who knows where Blair is now. You screwed them both for play, wasn't it? You didn't care about either of them. You're a sick bastard." Nate dashed around the table, anger pulsing through him, as he raised his fists to punch Chuck, knock him out, anything.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
One week earlier…Blair pulled away from Serena, her eyes glistening with tears. The jet was ready to take off. "Stop," She said, "I'm going home," Together, they walked back to Blair's and spent hours talking. But eventually, when it was nearing morning, Serena went home. She had too.
Blair sat on her bed, twisting a silver ring around her finger. She had Serena—that was it. Her popularity and control over the school was gone. Little Jenny was there now. Nate—her true love, her happily ever after--was gone. It was strange for her not to have him there for her, like a part of her very soul had been ripped out and stomped on and thrown away. Everything had been ruined, everything, with a single entry on a stupid gossip site.
Even Chuck. Even Chuck didn't want her anymore. She was worthless. She hadn't thought anything Chuck could ever say could affect her so much, but it had. But she didn't feel anything. In fact, she felt empty.
6:15.
The clocks red letter blinked annoyingly at Chuck. He blearily raised a hand and hit the alarm, turning it off. He rolled over, and the events of the last couple weeks hit him, clear in his mind. He groaned. He did NOT want to go to school.
"Wait," Chuck said out loud. "I'm not going to change my daily routine because of some chick." He wasn't going to hide in shame from Nate. If he didn't want to see the situation clearly, that was Nate's problem. Not his.
Or, that's what he thought.
Chuck got dressed and headed to his limo. When he arrived at school, he lifted himself out with pride. He walked down the halls, and the sounds of clapping, cheering, and wolf whistles met his ears. In confusion, he looked around. "Way to go, man." A random guy clapped him on the back.
"Blair, huh? Wooo!" A yell cut through the crowd, followed by wolf whistles. Chuck grinned despite himself. This was going to be just fine.
But then he noticed Nate giving him a death glare. He stopped smiling. Oh, boy.
Gossip Girl here. Seems like C's recent scandal left the boys cheering for more. B's predicament? Let's just say there wasn't exactly any cheering going on. Meanwhile, N was spotted blankly staring out the window. Missing a particular Queen B? But with the Queen position open, looks like a certain little J is growing up to be the opposite of little.
Xoxo, Gossip Girl.