A/N: Thank you so much to everyone reviewed, it literally means so much to me
SI know this is a ridiculously quick update and that this chapter is really short, but i just really wanted to get it out there :)
Well, anyway, here's the next chapter, I hope you like it xo
-B
CHAPTER TWO
Blair Waldorf practically leapt from the car the moment it pulled to a stop outside the doors of Camp Whisper, leaving a very uncomfortable Chuck Bass lounging on the plush leather seats and feeling far more confused and embarrassed than he had ever been in his life.
He quickly dragged himself out of the limousine that for the past three hours he'd be trapped in and came to stand next to the utterly gorgeous and utterly bemusing girl who was now stood just before the grand steps that lead up to the main oak doors.
He felt even more uncomfortable when she flinched slightly upon feeling him come to stand next to her.
Part of him wanted to ask her what he'd done, but he didn't, instead he just murmured, "So, this is what prison looks like then."
At this she turned and laughed, still with that same tinkling bell sound she'd had as a twelve year old.
"I guess it is." She paused, before biting her lip softly.
"Chuck, I…" but the words died on her lips as she turned to look at him, her eyes full of bemusement, sadness, embarrassment and, was that a trace of fear?
And there he was, stood, watching her intently, that damn smirk playing on his lips just as she'd expected. He raised an eyebrow at her, almost daring her to continue. She opened her mouth to try again but no words came out.
"What's the matter, Waldorf? Cat got your tongue?" He chided softly, taking a step closer to her, staring intently into her eyes.
Instead she just stared back at him, searching desperately for…something.
"Miss Waldorf, Master Bass, your bags are being transported to your rooms, would you like to follow me inside and we can begin your tour?" A woman of about fifty asked politely, causing Blair to whirl around to face her, thus ending the miniature stare down.
"Thank you," Blair said smiling, just as Chuck said, "I'll pass."
Blair shot Chuck a glare before turning back and smiling sweetly at the woman,
"Would you lead the way?" She asked politely.
The woman nodded, turning and walking up the stairs, Blair made to follow, grabbing Chuck and dragging him along with her.
"I don't see why we need a tour." Chuck grumbled quietly as the woman, Liza her name was, lead them up yet another flight of stairs.
"Don't be an idiot, Bass. If there's no tour, how are we supposed to find our way around," she stated,
"And this is your bedroom, Mr Bass." Liza said, pushing open one of the many wooden doors that lined the passage they were currently being lead along, "Miss Waldorf, yours is just across the hall over there." At this, Blair raised an eyebrow as she regarded the close proximity of her bedroom to Chucks.
Oh my god.
"Looks like we're neighbours, Waldorf." Chuck smirked, throwing Blair a wink as he backed through into his bedroom,
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get all…settled in." he called back over his shoulder.
The moment his door closed behind him, Blair groaned, he cheeks burning crimson. Again.
What was it about this boy.
He was attractive, yes.
He had that whole bad boy thing going on, yes.
He looked at her with those smouldering onyx eyes…
"Oh my God." She whispered, leaning against the wall for support.
"You alright, dear?" Liza asked,
Blair looked up,
"Yes. Yeah, I'm…I'm fine. Just…I'm fine." Blair paused, looking around, and anywhere but at the kind faced woman who was currently regarding her with concern.
"This one's my room, yeah?" she asked, already pushing through the door and into the room.
The moment she shut the door behind her, she collapsed on the bed.
What the hell was up with her?
She hadn't seen this boy in over five years and all of a sudden, she was...
Well, not behaving like Blair Waldorf anymore, because Blair Waldorf doesn't blush like a five year old girl just because some boy looked at her. She doesn't allow some stupid boy to get under her skin after just a few hours of his company, and she most defiantly doesn't go around kissing random guys.
But that was the thing:
Chuck Bass wasn't a random guy.
They grew up together.
So they hadn't seen each other in five years, but...that didn't make him a random guy.
They had a history too...well, sort of...
Not really...
Oh, what was wrong with her? she thought as she ran her hands through her tangled mass of chestnut curls, finally burying her head in her hands.
She was letting Chuck Bass get inside her head.
The boy who had...left.
She'd started seeing Nate about two weeks after the hot-tub incident and...after that, she'd stopped seeing Chuck.
It was suddenly dawning on her...
There had been no big fight, no reason for him to excommunicate himself from the rest of the group, she'd always put it down to people simply growing apart but...
No.
She didn't want to finish that thought.
Chuck Bass had already consumed far to many of her precious thoughts with his strong jaw and soft lips and they way he had tasted and smelled as he crushed his lips hard against hers, and the way he had smelt as she had breathed in his scent...
No.
Blair Waldorf was not going to think about Chuck Bass for one second more...
Chuck lay, sprawled on hi bed, staring up at the ceiling, his mind on a certain thoroughly intriguing, beautiful and confusing brunette that was at that very moment sat in a room just across the hall from him.
Were they trying to torture him?
He groaned softly at the thought of Blair, he silky red lips as they grazed his, her sweet smelling mass of dark curls, those eyes that couldn't hide anything, the feel of her soft skin beneath his hands as they'd kissed in the limo, the little fluttery feeling he'd gotten the moment he'd realised just who he was sharing a car with.
That fluttery feeling.
Five years later and he still got that little incessant fluttering in the pit of his stomach at the mere sight of her.
Jesus.
He had his choice of woman.
He always had.
A different woman each night but...none of them had ever made him feel the way Blair had with just one kiss.
But, she had chosen Nathaniel.
Just as everyone knew she always would...
He sighed audibly, rolling over onto his stomach and reaching into his bag, retrieving a silver flask with his initials engraved onto the front of it and took a long swig.
Scotch always made everything better, he thought to himself,
Blair...Blair was...complicated.
Always had been.
The more scotch he drank, the less he could pinpoint exactly why though...