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A/N: I've decided to continue this story! Why? Because I'm obsessed with the season 2 spoilers and the determined episode of the C & B reunion seems to be getting farther and farther away! tear So….to prevent from breaking down, I will write this and you will review. Thank-you. )
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Ch.2—Breaking Under Pressure
"Ahhh…..S!" Blair Waldorf groaned out to her best friend as they walked down the sunny sidewalks of the Hamptons.
S turned a knowing eye to her troubled counterpart.
"I'm so in love with him," she rubbed her eyes in agony.
"With James?" Serena asked, nudging Blair who remained unphased.
"Noooooo…."
Serena slapped her and Blair looked up just in time to see Chuck walking out of a nearby shop. Blair gasped. "I thought he was at his suite the rest of the day," she muttered as they both jumped into the doorway of a closed shop, hoping not to be noticed.
"So did I!" Serena whispered. Then, a smirk spread across her face. "Too bad you don't have your boy toy with you to make him jealous."
Blair sighed. "Yeah, like that would do anything," she sighed again. She peered over S's shoulder and noticed that Chuck had crossed the street and delved himself into another store. The two girls came out from their hiding spot and continued walking. "He knows I don't like him," Blair said, continuing the conversation.
Serena nodded knowingly.
"And it doesn't matter what I do to prove that I don't, he just won't get it. I've giggled at James, gone on several outings with him, appeared happy go lucky and practically professed my love to him in Chuck's presence, and what has that gotten me? A thick grin on that stupid Bass who won't let me forget how head over heels I've fallen, ugh."
Serena looked at Blair sympathetically. "Ohhh, B."
"You know, he may have had the butterflies initially, but I've got them now and I simply cannot get rid of them. I don't want to. I mean, I can't just let Chuck get away with abandoning me for the summer and goodness knows he probably cheated on me in the process, but I just miss him so much, you know?"
Serena looked at her softly.
"I hate being fake," she sighed dramatically. "I just want him to look at me again like he did that night at the wedding…but he doesn't even seem interested! Every time I see him, he's practically got another girl on his arm and as much as I love our witty banter, it leaves me with a horrible twisted feeling in the pit of my stomach," she grumbled and crossed her arms.
"Well, you look gorgeous," Serena encouraged.
Blair fake laughed. "Thanks, S, that's totally what I wanted to hear. All better," she said, sarcastically, glaring at her as she continued to walk.
Serena sighed. "Just trying to help," she muttered, catching up with her.
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Chuck paced inside the antique store he had just entered. He had tried staying cooped up in that stupid suite all day, but it would only cause dejavus of inviting women up and sending them away to avoid humiliation. He could NOT get back together with Blair. He wasn't that kind of guy that could sustain a relationship. He had cheated on his supposed girlfriend a week after they had gotten together. She had obviously moved on. Even if he had checked it out and had been certain that she wasn't really interested in this guy and was just using James to make Chuck jealous, it did the trick. No matter how fake she may have giggled at him, it was one giggle she wasn't directing towards Chuck and it killed him. He had told her. He had told her it would never work. He had told her the minute she had come back to the Hamptons…
The brunette beauty glided down the crystal white steps from the private plane. She was dressed in perfect white and she glimmered in the sun. Chuck had been hiding in the shadows, stepped forward, dazzling in his white suit as well. Blair was oblivious to his presence but as soon as he was within five feet of her she turned and saw him. She seemed to be ecstatic at first, but then an angry and upsetting gaze filled her features.
"Waldorf," he said, seeming casual.
"Bass," she looked him up and down and they resumed her role as b of the universe. "Who have you been screwing all summer?"
He let out a quiet laugh. "Unfortunately not yourself," he said, pulling her closer.
She took his hand off of her waist and through it by her side. "Is there something you want to tell me?" she asked, knowingly. "Maybe a good reason for abandoning me all summer?"
He was speechless. He sighed. "We can't happen, Blair."
Her brows furrowed. She was at a loss for words. She looked down not wanting to show how close her tears were ready to fall. She looked up resolved. "I wouldn't have it any other way," she said, backing up.
He came forward and grabbed her wrist gently. He played with the jewels on her bracelet. "I'm just not—"
"A committed kind of guy," she finished. "You're Chuck Bass. Womanizer. Underage Boozer. Cheater…," suddenly a realization occurred to her, "in more than just one way I'm guessing?" Her voice sounded strained.
He looked down.
She looked at him furiously and shook her head. "Why should I be surprised?"
He looked straight at her, determination in his eyes. Had his decision changed so quickly? "Blair," he whispered.
"It's okay, Chuck," she looked at him with longing but then dropped her hands to her side. He let her. "I've moved on," she said, clearing her throat.
"You what?" he asked.
"James?" she called to the plane.
"I'm coming, beautiful Blair of mine," was the response.
Blair smiled. Then, a handsome young man climbed down off the plane. Chuck looked at them confused as the man placed his arm around Blair's waist and she let him.
"At the landing pad where you were supposed to be at the beginning of the summer, I met a guy named Ben who apparently is part of your father's company somehow?"
Chuck nodded, wondering where this was going.
"Well, once we got to Europe, he introduced me to Lord Marcus, James rather."
"Hey," James said, putting his hand forward to shake Chuck's hand, who shook it reluctantly.
Chuck nodded his head, perturbed.
"James, this is Chuck, my EX-boyfriend," she smiled fakely.
Then, just the three of them stood there. James looked awkward amongst the two glarers. He was a little oblivious to how intense they had been. To say the least.
"Sir? Sir?" the clerk asked, the once pacing Chuck who had resolved to a still stance in the middle of the shop.
Chuck snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the man with arrogant curiousity.
"Are you all right?" he asked. The old man, pushed up his glasses on his face.
"Never better," he said, walking quite fast paced out of the shop.
The clerk sighed and began to count the quarters lying under the counter. "Another customer…with no intention of buying anything," he rolled his eyes. "25, 50, 75…"
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Nate cell phone was ringing off the hook. He had answered it the first few times, but it was becoming ridiculous. Everytime he had checked it, it had been Chuck, wondering where Blair was, wondering how he could live without her. "And he says he's not over her…" Nate rolled his eyes, looking at the 57th text message. "This is just not like him," he sighed. He finally decided to call him back.
"Nate!" Chuck said, desperately.
"Don't get excited," Nate said, hesitantly. "I'm with Catherine….and SOMEONE keeps calling me and texting me and draining my phone of its energy," he said, with a smirk on his face.
"I need some alcohol," was the only replied.
Nate laughed. "Isn't there some in the suite?"
"I'm not at the suite, and I don't plan on going back there anytime soon."
"Too many memories?" he asked, referring to his continual denial of nearly every room service maid in the hotel.
Chuck scoffed.
"Look, if you wanna get with Blair, just go find her. You said yourself that this James character wasn't really someone she was interested in."
Chuck scoffed again.
Nate laughed. "Well, I'll leave you to your scoffing, and if you will please not call again or at least for awhile…then, I can get to some personal business of my own?"
Chuck nodded. "Right…okay." The phone clicked.
"Thank-you," Nate said, putting his phone in the depths of his pants on the chair and walking slowly into the next room, shutting the door behind him.
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Chuck began to pace again. This time inside a jewelery store.
"Sir?" the clerk asked, this time a young woman—very attractive and yet attracting none of Chuck's direct attention.
He looked up and glared at her. "Do all of you respond in that way?" He grunted and headed out the door, faster than ever. His mind was racing and just as he thrust through the door, he crashed into…Blair Waldorf and her ice lemonade.
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