Haunting Habits and Stolen Glances
Blair moaned as she curled up on the icy tile of the bathroom floor
How could I let this happen to meā¦again
She thought to herself as she reached for the toilet paper. After intensive therapy and sustained meditation every morning Blair thought she was well over confident enough to overcome this "bad" habit of hers. It was 6:32 on that bright, sunny Sunday morning; her face was stained with dry tears as she lifted herself from the floor and crouched over the toilet once more.
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"Ouch!, what the hell man!"
Chuck groaned loud and obnoxiously catching the pillow his best friend, Nate, had just thrown at him.
"Dude, your fathers looking all over for you. He called about twenty times this morning asking me where you were"
He shook his head in complete and utter confusion
"Why are you in my house? In my room? In my bed?"
Nate walked over to his California king sized bed and patted the ocean blue, silk bedspread, he heard a little moan as something moved under the sheets. Nate jumped back alarmed.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and ordered Chuck and his "friend" to leave immediately.
"Alright, alright. We're going." He sat up and rubbed his eyes groggily
"Come on Patricia, some people don't appreciate your beauty"
And with that he pulled his t-shirt over his head with a tug, grabbed his cell phone and wallet, linked arms with his special friend, and left Nathaniel Archibald envying his night.
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SPOTTED
C leaving N's apartment with a piece of arm candy, a wild night? Could be.
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"Blair!, hurry up, we're going to be late, and wear something flattering, unlike what you wore last Sunday"
There she went again, putting Blair down. Eleanor Waldorf Rose had always been pushing Blair and her appearance. If her hair looked nice her shoes didn't match. If her shoes matched, her makeup was to heavy. There was always something wrong. Blair Waldorf was beautiful. Her slender body and brilliant bone structure made her strikingly gorgeous. It was a shame she didn't feel that way.
"Okay mother. Ill be right down"
Blair gracefully zipped up her polka dotted white and blue sundress, fastened a string of cold, dull, white pearls around her pale warm neck, and turned to examine her in the mirror. The disgust in her eyes was obvious. She quickly ran into the bathroom, and reappeared five minutes later with lifeless eyes. Placing her manicured feet into a pair of white, suede Dolce and Gabanna flats she grabbed her handbag and ran down the stairs to meet up with her mother and then proceed to Sunday brunch with the Archibald's and Bass'.
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Eleanor, along side Blair, entered the restaurant confidently. Everyone knew who they were, and Blair, taking their popularity to her advantage, disguised her insecurities, and smiled widely. The Bass' and Archibald's were already seated and were waiting on the Waldorf girls. When they became visible everyone picked up their menus and began deciding on what they would order. Every Sunday for the last two years these three very prosperous families made it a priority to come have brunch together, for business purposes of course. As Nate pulled out a chair for his girlfriend there was one person at that table who just couldn't get his eyes off of her. Was Blair Waldorf, the Queen B-iotch, furtively stealing lust-driven Chuck Bass' heart?
Guess we'll have to wait and see.
Hey upper east siders,
Gossip Girl here with news that's sure to knock your socks off.
C was caught stealing admiring glances at none other than B all morning. An innocent crush perhaps?
You Know You Love Me.
XOXO
Gossip Girl
