The Bet.

11:45 PM at Emily Waldorf's birthday party.

Emily's Point Of View.

Okay, this is nothing to freak out about. He just hasn't called yet. Nothing to freak out about, sure it's 15 minutes until Midnight, but there is absolutely nothing to freak out about. Yeah…nothing to freak out about absolutely nothing. He's my best friend! And he hasn't called yet…he always calls me on my birthday, though. I'm on the roof of the building that my birthday party is on, and I'm wearing a little black dress…how much more fun can this get? Oops, too late, it's about to get even more fun.

Joe Bass is here.

"What are you doing up here?" Joe asked.

"Waiting for a call…" I responded. I wasn't ready for any of the bullshit he was going to give me.

"I wouldn't exactly expect Oliver to call. He's…busy, I suppose." He explained. Great, here comes the bullshit.

"He always calls on my birthday," I made a point "And why do you care, Bass?" I smirked. My sister, Blair, had taught me to use that with any of the Bass's. Although, there was only one Bass I used that on, and that was Joe.

"Because I'm Joe Bass." He replied casually with that smug smile on his face. I wanted to slap that smug right off his face.

I laughed, "That only works when your brother says it."

His smug smile was wiped clean off then. Just at the mention of Chuck. Just because Joe didn't get laid every night like his brother did he was considered a disgrace to Chuck.

"Care to make a wager?" Joe asked after a few minutes of a intense stare down "If Oliver does call before Midnight, I'll leave you alone forever."

"Forever, that kinda sounds hard to believe coming from you." I replied solemnly.

He rolled his eyes at this and then continued with his bet, "But if he doesn't…you have to spend the night with me."

Now, it was my turn to roll my eyes. "I don't wager on things."

"Come on, Waldorf, what do you have to lose?" He said with a smug smile on his face.

My Virginity to you. "Nothing, nothing at all." I said in my most Blair-like voice.

"Then, do you agree?" Mr. Bass questioned.

"Fine."

"Good."

I left the roof after that, and went in search for the nearest bar downstairs.

The clock seemed to be talking to me while I was drinking my last margarita. I was going to need it if Oliver really didn't call. I wanted to be able to wake up with a killer headache in the morning and not remember a thing that happened the last night.

1 Minute until Midnight.

I was on the phone trying to make an urgent call. Not to Oliver, but to Blair. I needed her support at the moment. I got her voice mail…again. Now it was time to go search for my best friend, Miley Van der Woodsen. Sure, she had sex with my, now, ex-boyfriend, but we had this sisterly bond between each other. Ever since we were both in designer diapers, to be exact. I finally seen her.

"M!" I called out urgently.

"E? What's up?" the brunette beauty asked.

"I made the worst mistake of my life." That was pretty much the truth, making a bet with a Bass is the worst thing any women could do.

She hugged me then. I felt comfort like I always did when I was with Miley. She told me everything was okay. Then the trouble began.

I heard a chorus of "Happy Birthday"

Shit.

"Happy Birthday, Waldorf." Joseph Fucking Bass's voice called out with the most enthusiasm.

May I repeat?

Shit.