Hi everyone! Here's my new story. I was watching season two the other day when I realised that Chuck was acting like an asshole.. Since for me Chuck is the perfect guy, I decided to change that a little. I had this story running in my head for a while and now I decided it was time to share it with the world. Hope you'll like it!
Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt, myself again today
And the worst part is there's no one else to blame
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Since when did her minion had gain the right to do anything without her permission? And since when did Serena Van der Woodsen wanted to be the Queen of Constance? Of course, Serena had showed once more that anything Blair Waldorf did, she could do it even better. She was prettier, skinnier and loved by everyone. Every girl wanted to be her. Every guy wanted her. Who would want a girl like Blair when you have Serena by her side? No one. And that made B feel miserable.
In those past days, it was like everything was there to make Blair's life hard. Between the beginning of the lost of her throne at Constance and all the stuff with Lord Marcus, nothing was like it should be. It was like the whole world was going crazy. Blair couldn't help from blaming herself for all of it. And you know what they say, old habits die hard.
She wasn't proud of herself. She had been better for a good two years, except for that little accident on Thanksgiving last year.
All of it started a night about two weeks and a half ago. Blair was feeling so full after a hearty meal. She couldn't believe she had eat all those calories. Once she was in her bathroom getting ready to bed, she was looking at her reflection with disgust. She was feeling so fat. She took all the strength she had to try to stop, but it wasn't enough. Her pretty little finger were already down her throat. She throw up everything just to feel pretty enough to be liked.
Now two weeks and a half had past and it hadn't got any better. She ate less, throw up even more.
On this Monday morning, Blair was sitting in the living room reading her magazine when Dorota came in with yogurt and fruit. As she laid the little breakfast in front of Blair, B put down her magazine to look at her. "I am not hungry Dorota"
"I am worried about you Miss Blair. You look pale." the maid said looking at her with concern.
"You don't have to worry, I'm perfectly fine. Anyway, there's no time to eat or I'll be late at school." With those words, the brunette got up and make her way to the exit. She wasn't completely in front of the elevator that it open with a "ding". What a surprise when she saw Chuck Bass standing in front of her.
What was he doing here? He was surely the last person on earth she wanted to see. At this moment, she wanted to screamed at him, to tell him to go away, to say anything... but the words wouldn't get out of her throat.
Chuck knew with just a look that his presence had some effects on her. He loved being in control over her and those little games that life was to him. But, he was here for something very specific. "Hey, Waldorf. I..."
"What are you doing here Chuck?"
"I just wanted to talk to you."
"And I don't want to." She said, walking toward the elevator.
"I brought you those." He said handing a box of croissants. Her stomach growled at the view. "I know it's one of your favorite breakfast."
"That's really kind of you, but I'm not hungry."
"Blair." Chuck said, his voice colder that he wanted to. "I'm not stupid. And you need to eat something for breakfast."
"I'm perfectly fine Chuck." She said sharply. And with those words, she stepped into the elevator and didn't wait for him to go down, leaving him in the Waldorfs' loft with his box of croissants in his hands. She didn't need him any close to her right now.
Chuck was left staring blankly at the elevator. She wasn't fine, he knew it. She was pale and had lost a lot of weight. He always noticed every little thing about her. Whether it was her changing her hairstyle or wearing a new lipstick color, he always saw those change. Why? Because, although he would never admit it, he was madly in love with her. And it was his duty to help her, save her.
"Mister Chuck?" Dorota ask surprise to see the boy here. She gave him a questioning look.
"I was just coming to see Blair. I should just go now."
"Please, just take care of Miss Blair. She isn't well and she needs someone."
"Don't worry, I'll always be there for her." He has speak so quietly, like he was only speaking to himself.
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At lunch, Blair was sitting at a table outside of Constance eating a salad. Well, she was more trying to get her minions attention than anything else. Of course, it was Serena that has all the attention with her new friendship with Poppy Lifton. That's when someone tap on Blair's shoulder.
"Are you Blair Wadorf?" He ask.
"Yes, it's me." Blair stared at him, trying to analyze him. By the box he had in his arms, she easily guessed he was a delivery guy. He gave her the box after he make her sign a receipt. "Thank you."
Who could have sent her something? And why?
At least, it has take the minion's attention on her and not on Serena anymore. She was now bombarded with questions. "Who send you this?", "What is this?", "Do you have a new boyfriend?", "What's in this box?"... and it goes on and on. She opened the box to find a card on the top. She read it, really curious.
«I thought you have right to a little treat, so I took your favorite. I hope you'll enjoy them. - Chuck.» She look in the box and saw a package of macaroons.
"That Bass-tard!" She hissed. Not wanting to hear any question or anything from anyone, she got up and almost ran into the school. She locked herself in the toilet, her box of macaroons still in her hands. Little did she know that she wasn't alone.
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Ouch, I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found
Yeah, I think that I might break
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe
- Breathe Me, Sia