Chapter 2

At the Café

B POV

After my panic attack at the small little boutique filled with headbands, I would have died for if I still wore headbands. I guess you can say I almost did die back there, but it wasn't because of the damn headbands it was because I saw the devil's eyes on me. I found my self in bed back in my room at my father's château with Serena sitting next to me looking at me with worried eyes.

" Um how did I get back here?" I asked with a raspy I just woke up voice.

"Roman came and got us and he carried you out of the store into the car and up into your room I told him not to tell your father because he is already worried about you," she paused and looked at me, "Blair I haven't seen that happen to in you in a while the last time that happened was when we first arrived in Paris and it was because of what happened with," she stopped her self from saying his name, "and then before you passed out you said-"

"I know what I said S I know what I said," I cut her off and sat up in my bed staring at her, " He is HERE in this city," I said looking down into my hands because I couldn't hold back the tears from running down my face and then I looked back up at her," he came here after two months, after I told him I never wanted to see him again, he is here in Paris and it's a fact."

"How do you know this?" Serena asked me very confused.

"I know this because I saw him, he was right outside the store watching me through the display window," and with that I let it all go and let my head fall onto Serena's lap and sobbed while she rubbed my back trying to soothe me.

"It's going to all be alright I promise."

I didn't answer her I just let my tears keep falling because I knew in my heart that it was never going to be ok but I also knew that this new Blair wasn't hiding.

About an hour later I stopped crying and was reapplying my makeup. When I became very hungry and I wanted to go out, nothing and no one was ever going to stop me, not anymore.

"S I'm hungry."

"Ok well I know that your father should be home soon and you know how he loves to feed us," she laughed.

"No I was thinking we go to my favorite café," I said with a forced smile.

"Are you sure?" she asked me cautiously.

"Yes, I'm sure just because he is here doesn't mean I'm going to stop doing what I have been doing all summer long," I paused, " and besides like I said before I'm done hiding especially from HIM."

"Ok then let's go," Serena said with a smile.

We were now sitting outside at my favorite café looking at menus when I heard Serena gasp.

"What?" I snapped my head up from the menu, annoyed that she disturbed my concentration.

"UM, you know I don't know if I want to eat here," I looked at her with my eyebrows raised, " I mean didn't they serve you a stale croissant the other day?" she said to me as her eyes wondered somewhere else.

"Well yes, but surprisingly I still love this place. I always come here when I'm in town, but seriously S what is going on," I already knew she was trying prevent me from seeing something when she wasn't even making eye contact with me when she was talking, the question is what on earth is she trying to distract me from? The only thing in France that she can possibly try to protect me from is-, "He's here," I stated in a soft whisper. Serena only could nod at me. "Well I'm not leaving I told you I'm not going to run away like the coward he is."

"Well would it be ok if I told my best friend in the whole wide world how proud I am of her?" Serena smiled at me," but I should warn you," great just what else could possibly be a problem, "he is here with a girl," oh that's what else could possibly be the problem, "Do you want me to-" I already knew what Serena was thinking. She was getting her finger's ready to text Christopher Blanc, a young entrepreneur from France who moved to New York as a baby but owns several night clubs in Paris, he has dark hair, blue eyes, and olive skin very exotic looking and extremely handsome. I met him at one of his club's two weeks ago and have been on three dates with him, he isn't boring and he is no Lord Marcus or Cameron, it's an upgrade.

"Do you have to even ask?" I looked at her with a grin.

"No, and I already texted him he should be here shortly," she said excitedly, Serena really liked him and thought he was a nice change for me she also liked hanging out with his hot friends.

Ok, yes the old Blair who is hiding would find a man to use as a decoy. But I swear Christopher isn't a decoy and if he was can anyone blame me? I mean the nerve of the basstard showing up her after two months to a place we used to go together with another GIRL! It's a funny realization that I was always the one doing the chasing he never ran after me or sacrificed his dignity to find me no the only thing he would say his sacrifice was would be telling me he loved me. Oh and what a lie that is, if loved me at all how could he do all those things to me. I mean the jerk actually took "I never want to see you again", "goodbye", and "done for good" literally, after all the nights we stayed in his (our) penthouse watching all my favorite romantic comedy's he never picked up on the fact that he was suppose to follow me even when I say those things even if I am completely devastated. Wait what I'm I thinking I no longer believe in FAIRYTALES and HOLLYWOOD MOVIES. I'm done with that just like I am done chasing men and in particular men that are named after a fish.

"So what do you want to do order now or wait for Christopher to get here?" Serena asked trying to distract me from my thoughts.

"Um, no lets wait for him," I said only because I wasn't really paying attention to details when we went on our dates or what the man decided to eat that night, but what I do remember is a glass in his hand with a very familiar amber liquid, "you know what S I think we should start ordering some drinks," I said with MY trademark smirk, which made Serena laugh.

"Aw well it looks like I found my best friend again," we both started to laugh, but we were interrupted.

"Charles," a blond woman with a French accent called, "our table is ready," she said as she walked past us and took a seat at a table behind Serena that was diagonally across from ours and following close behind her was none other than the BASShole himself.

All Serena and I could do was just exchange looks and all I could say was "Charles?" I am sure the look on my face was priceless I mean is he really being referred to as Charles? The only people he will ever let call him by his full name is a limited list of people one was Bart, the others who are still alive and breathing are Lily, Eleanor, Harold, Cyrus, Roman, he even let his Brooklyn step-father Rufus call him by his name on occasion, and Me but I rarely ever did, and of course when he first formally met someone that had to deal with business but would tell them immediately to call him Chuck. As hurt and upset as I am this was just weird.

As the man who broke my heart sat down facing my direction our waitress finally arrived. Surprisingly she spoke English and was in fact from America. " Yes, we would like to get started by ordering some drinks we are still waiting on one person to arrive," I smiled politely

"Ok that's great," she said reaching into her apron to get out her pad, "I'm sorry but I think I left my paper in the kitchen I will be right back to take your orders," she said before running back inside.

"Ok I know I shouldn't say anything, but that was weird, " Serena said to me now raising her eyebrows.

"What, oh you mean how our waitress in Paris has a New York accent?" I smiled, I knew what Serena was referring to but I can try my best to stall her on saying it out loud, " I mean I guess it's a bit odd but she's young looks about our age I would say she is working here while doing a summer abroad program or she has a gay father who moved here with his lover and comes from midtown Manhattan and must work in order to pay for the time she gets to spend with her father," both girls could help but burst out into a fit of hysterics.

"No, but it does sound very familiar except the part about coming from midtown and having to work, " Serena tried catching her breath from laughing so hard, " but B you know what I'm talking about," I rolled my eyes, "the whole Char-" Serena was interrupted by a waiter holding a martini.

(WARNING: I don't speak French so let's pretend the waiter and Blair for this part are speaking French)

"Here is your drink Miss," the waiter said placing a martini down in front of me.

"I'm sorry but I did not order this," I already knew who ordered it because I could already feel his eyes on me.

"No, the man over there ordered it for you he said it is your favorite," the waiter said pointing towards the BASSholes direction. Serena looked at me curiously as I lifted the glass off the table.

What I am about to do is hard, but it must be done. Because there is no way he will be getting to me or wooing his way back to me. Especially while he has a new girl with him and not after everything he is done. So I'm putting my game face on.

I looked at Serena and smiled then turned my head towards "Charles" who was already smiling at me and I smiled back at him. I then raised my martini in the air and with a smile I flipped it upside down and let the contents of the glass fall to the ground.

Our waitress returned seconds later. "Oh I'm so sorry I'm really clumsy I spilled my drink," I said glancing at Serena.

"We will get that cleaned up," she said to me as she got the attention of a busboy, "so what drinks can I get for you?"

"I'll have a Cosmo," Serena said.

"And you," she turned to me.

"I'll have a martini with extra olives and can you also bring out a glass of your finest scotch," I smiled knowing the Basstard was still looking at me.

"Scotch?" a mans voice said, " Blair I'm surprised you remembered my favorite drink," Christopher said as he went and kissed Serena's hand and then came around to sit next to me and put his arms around my shoulders and leaned into give me a gentle kiss on the lips.

"So will you join me for the opening of my new club tonight I also have a friend for Serena?" he asked me.

"I would love to," I glanced at my best friend who was nodding, "I mean we would love to," I smiled and gave him another kiss.

I no longer felt the devils eyes on me.

TBC

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