GG: Spotted, Queen B not looking so royal. Last time I checked it wasn't classy to be sitting in a dirty grunge bar, slamming back drinks…. Especially when you're supposed to be in 3rd period English. Is there something you want to talk about? Get off your chest? Or are you just looking for a good time?
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Serena opened her phone and read the Gossip Girl report before flipping it closed and sighing. She looked around the room and noticed several other people doing the same thing. She let out a deep breath and looked back down at her math notes. Before she could even get back into where the teacher was taking them for the day, her phone vibrated again.
Chuck: Where is she?
Serena: I don't know
Chuck: Well tell me if you find out
She closed her phone and stared out the window. It had been awhile since she had known exactly where Blair was. And not just physically but mentally as well. She spent most night trying to figure out when the change happened, what she missed but came up with nothing. As far as she could tell Blair had seemed happy and spiraled downhill without warning. Everyone was worried about her. She only made an appearance at school once, maybe twice a week. She would go to a few classes then take off, leaving only Gossip Girl reports as clues into her activities.
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Blair slammed back another drink and looked up at the bartender. "Another one!" She shouted, clapping her hands as she threw a twenty in front of him. He looked at her and rolled his eyes, happily taking the money and pouring her another drink.
"You've been spending a lot of time here lately… Chelsea" he said placing another drink in front of her. He leaned over the counter and held up her ID. "I'd say it would almost seem like you were hiding out…" he dropped the ID in front of her and she quickly grabbed it up. She didn't want anyone to recognize her last name so she had gotten a fake ID. Chelsea McKleen. Simple. Basic. Not even close to being elite. Everything her last name wasn't. She smiled, taking a sip of her drink.
"Last time I checked, I talk and you make the drinks… there is no need for that to change" she replied slamming the rest of it. Blair swallowed hard, feeling the scotch go down the back of her throat. She didn't know how Chuck had ever been able drink it with such ease. It made her want to throw up every time. The bartender shook his head and turned to the back of the bar, taking out his cell phone. He dialed a number then looked over his shoulder.
"Peter… it's me. She's here. Yes, I'm positive" he whispered before hanging up. He made another drink and placed it in front of Blair, giving her a smart ass grin.
"That's much better" she smirked taking the drink.
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"Any news?" Dan said walking up behind Serena. She spun around smiled as her made his way closer.
"No… Not since the Gossip Girl report…. I sent in to try to get more information… like where she was but nothing has been sent out yet." Serena replied playing with the hem on her skirt.
"I'm sure she will turn up. She seems to be creating a pattern of being gone then coming back…" Dan offered, knowing it wouldn't really help. He wasn't even that fond of Blair but knew that Serena was tearing herself up over why she hadn't noticed something.
"Look Dan… I know you don't like Blair so it's kind of hard to talk to you about this…" she whispered, grabbing her things and turning to walk away.
"I care about you Serena… and you care about Blair. I know you would have done anything to help her" he called after her but she was already gone.
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Blair couldn't even see where she was walking as she made her way down the street. She couldn't remember where she was or how she had gotten there. She was new to this drinking until intoxication thing. It wasn't her. Chuck and Serena maybe, but not Blair. She was classier then this. She turned around slowly as a car crept up behind her. Her heart skipped a beat as she began walking faster. She heard a car door slam behind her before she felt the strong hand grab her by her neck.
"You thought you could run…." The daunting voice growled into her ear, pulling her head closer. Blair instantly felt tears building up in her eyes as she struggled to pull out of the grasp.
"Please…." Blair begged, the tears now streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't see clearly and felt like she was going to fall over. The man tightened his grasp on her and she cried out in pain, kneeing him and trying to run forward.
"Not so fast…" he shouted, grabbing her once again and shoving her to the ground. Blair felt his fist meet her cheek and she fell backwards, her sobs trembling through her body. "You have 24 hours to get me my money Chelsea or you will end up dead…." He yelled, kicking her in the ribs. Blair laid there, watching the blurry figure walk away. She couldn't move as she let her sobs take control of her. She slowly reached for her clutch, sliding her phone out. She flipped it open and went straight to her text messages, ignoring the missed calls.
Blair: I need you.
She pressed send and let her head lean back on the concrete.
