A/N:
I'm off to the restaurant were Chuck first took me for our first date. We been dating for a little more than 2 years now and I thought things were going good. I thought he was going to propose to me 2 weeks ago but it was just a regular dinner with my boyfriend. But he is my dark shining armor.
Chuck Bass is every woman wants, I'm very, very lucky to have him.
I wanted to call him my fiancé' but I don't think he likes me to call him that. He's serious into relationships and I am not. He's also serious on his work. Doesn't anyone to bother him. While me, I'm shopping with my best friend Serena with his loser well not nearly, Dan Humphrey. Can't believe that she fell to him? To all the boys in Manhattan.
Were too different people. I thought opposites attract, well, this is different.
"You look gorgeous, B. No worries. I have a feeling Chuck will propose tonight. That's why he took you to one of the finest restaurants in town." My best friend Serena said.
"I'm not sure. But if he does, what do I say?"
"Are you serious? This is the man of your dreams. You wanted him to propose to you long time, and your bailing out?" Serena said with shocked eyes.
But I wasn't shocked when I asked her that.
"I don't know. I love him entirely but what if it just doesn't work out. We had been having a few complications."
"But you guys always solve it. It's never serious. You're perfect for each other."
"That's what I don't like to hear. Okay. Well, wish me good luck."
"You will be the future Mrs. Chuck Bass. He will eventually rip off that stunning dress your wearing and you will live a happily ever after. Now stop having doubts. Your dress is good luck, B." Serena says giving me a wink.
She bought me this nice strapless black dress from Gucci with red sandles. I am fine and I know I am the hottest one year. I gotta be positive at least.
"See you tomorrow then"
I walk up through the doors to wear my future lies in the hands of my soon to be fiancé Chuck Bass.
Just when I thought good things were coming our way, and him being my husband with him calling me his wife. That would be a lovely happily ever after, but it wasn't . . .
"I don't think were meant for each other. I just don't see it." Chuck says looking at me. My heads down. I couldn't face him especially when I thought this was supposed to be the last date welcoming the future that's in hold for us both.
"I am Blair Waldorf and you are Chuck Bass. We were supposed to be perfect to each other!" I exclaimed.
"I'm very sorry, Blair" Chuck said.
I mentally rolled my eyes.
"So this is it huh?" I said trying to cry. But for some odd reason, I couldn't cry. No tears - nothing.
"Yes, Blair. I hope we can be. "
"You want us to be friends instead." I said cutting him off.
"It's not."
"It's not you Chuck. It's me huh? That's what you were gonna say right?" I said finishing his sentence. I know were this is going anyways.
I've watched all the movies were couples eventually break up. I know how things end. It's bad enough hearing the dumper finish the sentence. I might as well finish it for him.
"Actually no. I was gonna say it's you." He said so calmly. Putting the end of our relationship in my hands to blame.
"What did I do?" I said looking at him with the snake eyes I remember he hates seeing. Hate is all I could see in him.
"Since there's nothing more, I just take the blame. I thought you were seeing another guy. Wait, let me finish." He says lifting his hand and continuing. "I don't think things are working out with the two of us anyways. It's just going down the drain. It's better if we just see other people but I hope were still friends my dear." He said leaning forward.
I shrug. "I'm leaving tomorrow for a trip down in New Zealand. I hope to see you when I get back. It's better if we just stay friends, Bear."
"Don't sweet talk me. Don't ever call me Bear, one more time. I prefer Blair to those who I don't know. I never did like the way you said those words to me anyways. They didn't feel right." I say standing up. "If there's anyone to blame for the reason why were in this position with me leaving you left alone on a table set for two in the place where we first fell in love, I blame you. You are fucking Basshole."
I left him. I know I should start crying my eyes out because I left my supposedly to be fiancé, well I don't give a damn.
I'm Blair Waldorf for crying out loud.
It looks like B is broken. What did you do now C? Stand back someone's gonna add some refreshment to your life B.
xoxo, Gossip Girl
Author's Note: I'm sorry if it's short. I want to know what will my readers have to say.
At least, 10 reviews before I continue. If you want.
xoxo,
LittleJ
