This is a rewrite of this story
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Blair's Point Of View
"Chuck, Nate tell me what's wrong."
Then the phone went dead. Why couldn't they tell me what was happening. Even Chuck was acting weird a week ago. Every time I would bring it up he would always claim that nothing was going on. But I still had my doubts. We all used to be best friends, the non-judging breakfast club, but now it seems like we don't even know each other. You'd be surprised how much a week can change everything. How much it can change your point of view. Serena walked in then, her perfectly blond hair flowing behind her. Her endless blue eyes met mine and worry was evident in them. Her eyes were spilling out endlessly.
"B when Chuck got home he was packing and said , 'I don't want you guys to get sucked into this shit too, you worry about your own shit and I'll worry about mine.' "
She sat down beside me and laid her head on my shoulder and started sobbing. I hugged her tightly and said "Nothing will tear us apart, well find out what's going on S, don't worry."
flash back
Chuck was yelling on the phone with someone, rage rang clear in his each one of his words. " You can't do that to us." I walked in and he quickly turned, his eyes were wild with anger he asked me politely to get out, but I could still hear the authority in his voice. I left swiftly, shutting the door quietly.
"Dorota can you fix us up something to eat."
"Yes Miss Blair."
When I turned around Chuck was there his face was contorted with anger and pain, quickly he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. The frown on his face disappeared and was replaced with a smirk, but I had a feeling it was only because he saw how worried I was about him.
"What was all that about." I said curiously. He face turned dark once again.
"Just a business call. "he said quickly. I let it go.
"Oh, well Dorota's making breakfast."
"Great, I'm starving" he smiled.
When we got down stairs I could smell the sweet aroma of Brioche French Toast, Eggs a la Basquaise, warm rising banana bread, toasted granola and Bittersweet Dark Chocolate Souffl. Chuck pulled out my chair for me and we sat side by side. He seemed anxious, like he wanted to get out of here as fast as he could. I sipped my pear bellinis as I watched him sadly from the corner of my eye as he quickly ate all the food that Dorota laid on his plate.
" Chuck let me just change and then we can leave."
I put on my silky, sleeveless, knee length floral print cocktail dress that contrasted greatly with my curly chocolate brown hair and my pale as the moon skin. Nervously I twisted a strand of hair around my finger.
Serena's Point Of View
flash back
"Nate open the door" I demanded loudly.
"Serena I don't want to talk to anyone right now so leave me alone." he yelled furiously. When he realized what he'd done he gave up and opened the door. Nate's face was stone, he showed no emotion, or tried not to. In his eyes I could see a tinge of fear. " What do you want."
"What's wrong with you Nate, you aren't at school anymore and you won't answer our phone calls" He's face softened a little at this but his stare was still icy, he didn't answer the question. I frowned.
"Do you need help with something? Is their a problem? Just please give me something." He laughed mockingly, which I knew was so unlike Nate.
"No one can help us." I stared at him, I felt the tears starting to well up in my eyes.
Chuck's Point Of View
I didn't want to leave, but if I didn't they'd just hurt them and it would be all our fault. No matter what I told them they wouldn't stop... not unless we gave in.
I won't switch point of view like that a lot. Tell me if it was good or bad. Please Review. If I get reviews I promise longer chapters.
Sometimes I do what I want to do, the rest of the time I do what I have to. - Gladiator
