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Chuck Bass pulled out of sleep by the sound of his cell phone blaring out the tune 'Crazy Bitch' which happened to be his ringtone for Blair Waldorf. Blinking a few times to clear the haze alcohol and drugs from his mind he looked down at the two girls lying on either side of him. Ah yes, the Maracella twins had come over earlier in the evening to help him study up on his friend and they were very good tutors indeed. He liked to think he had taught them a thing or two as well. Careful not to wake them he reached over to pick his phone up from the nightstand. It appeared the Queen of Constance had left him text message.
Stop whatever horrible act of debauchery you are currently indulging in and bring me some food. I am absolutely famished and you know I hate be kept waiting.- B
His eyes scanned her message as he let out a deep sigh. Didn't she have a boyfriend who would make midnight food runs for her? Chuck wondered if he had a sign on his for-head which read 'Blair Waldorf's slave' or something equally as embarrassing. He could always keep her waiting, but he had to admit he was curious as to why she called him. Maybe she needed to help handling a scheme of some sort, but didn't want to risk bringing the topic over the phone or in a text message. If Chuck Bass loved one thing it was the idea of a scandal.
I wouldn't to keep the Queen waiting now would I? I'll be there within the hour.-C
Slipping out of bed he quickly got dressed before calling downstairs and asking to have someone sent up after he had left to take care of his guests so that he would not have to deal with them when he came back. After he was sure that was all settled he had Arthur get the limo. On the way to the Waldorf's he stopped to pick up some Chinese food which was something Blair secretly adored even if she would never admit it since Nathaniel hated Chinese food. As long as Chuck had known Blair she would give up things in order to make her boyfriend happy. She always tried to be everything he could want and in some ways Chuck envied his friend for not realizing what he had in the first place.
Not that Chuck Bass would ever admit to feel jealous over a woman. He could have any woman that he desired and he'd a lot of them. There were few women he had been unable to convince to sleep with him and those which had never kept their reputations very long due the fact Chuck Bass did not like to be denied something he wanted. If you were a woman who caught his attention it was just better to give in to his desires if you valued your reputation. Even the teachers at Constance knew better than to try and deny him something.
Thirty minutes later the black limo pulled up in front of the Waldorf residence and the arrogant billionaire hopped out of the limo take out in hand. When he made his way in to the elevator he tapped his foot impatiently until there a ding signaling he had finally made it to their penthouse and went straight to Blair's room figuring she would be there since she had not greeted him nor had Dorota. He did not think for a second that Eleanor would greet him even if she had been home since she made it pretty clear she despised him when during one of her shows she found him in a changing room with one of her models and his head up her shirt. He had tried telling her that he was only helping adjust the outfit, but of course Eleanor had not bought his story and since then on Chuck Bass had never been invited to one of her shows again.
"I brought food like you demanded Waldorf." He announced walking in to her room without knocking first. He had been hoping to catch her in private moment, hopefully one where she wasn't wearing any clothing, but to alas when he saw her fully closed he knew his fantasy had been rejected. Oh well, all that told him was he would have to try harder in the future.
"Good, it is nice to know you can take orders." Blair muttered pushing herself up from her bed before striding over to where he was standing in her doorway and grabbing the two small bags from his hands. She frowned down at what she considered a small amount of food. It would have been perfect if she was actually hungry and only wanted to sate her hunger, yet she wasn't sure if this would be enough for what she had planned. "Is this all?"
Raising an eyebrow Chuck went over to her bed and let himself fall back against her pillows before setting his hands behind his head and smirking up at her. "Did you want me to bring you an entire restaurant? Yes, that is all I brought."
"It will have to do." She sighed before coming down to sit next to him and taking out a couple of grab ragoons and taking a tiny bite of one wanting to shove the entire thing in her mouth, but remembering she couldn't since she had company.
"Do for what pray tell?" He inquired reaching his hand snag one of her crab ragoons until she slapped his hand away.
"That is for me to know and you to try and figure out on your own Bass." Blair rolled her eyes as she ended the conversation thinking she had made the point pretty clear he was no longer needed. It was after a moment she realized he was still here watching her in curiosity. "You can leave now. Did you not hear me? I said that you are dismissed."
Chuck kept his intense stare on her face as his eyes narrowed in suspicion. He had not been called to partake in a midnight food run since before her father had left. Back then he hadn't known why she called him of all people until he found out from Serena she suffered from bulimia. After that he had stopped bringing her food and right now he wanted to slap himself for not seeing it sooner. He blamed not being able to connect the dots on a slight hangover.
He should have seen it sooner. Her message had been the first sign and her appearance upon his arrival had been the second. She was deathly pale and a layer of sweat covered her face and hands which were shaking slightly. Then add on fact Nathaniel wasn't here when she was obviously having some sort of emotional breakdown and it all added up to Blair falling back in to hold habits. But why Chuck couldn't help, but wonder. What could've happened which caused her to have a relapse and why wasn't Nate here?
"Are you alright Blair?" He would not ask her point blank if she happened to bulimic again since that is not the way he worked. Plus it could end up back firing on him and having her actually open up to her and Chuck Bass did not do heartfelt talks with the opposite sex. Still, this was Blair she isn't you average bimbo. He cringed at his next words feeling like a complete pussy. "Do you need to talk?"
Blair did not let any emotion appear on her face. "No, what I need you to do is leave. I want to go to bed and I can't very well accomplish this with you loitering in my room now can I?"
"On the contrary," Chuck stated with a half grin as he sat up and leered at her suggestively. "I am all for sharing and if you feel the need to lay down I will gladly share the bed with you. I can even give you a full body massage to relax you as well, but I must warn you now the clothes would have to come off just so that I could better work out any tension you may be suffering from."
"You are absolutely heinous!" She hissed picking up a pillow and smacking him in the face. "If I felt the need to have a massage I can guarantee it wouldn't be from you. I know where your hands have been and I refuse to risk being infected by your inner pervert."
"What if I promised to wash them thoroughly first?" He teased wiggling his fingers at her before she covered his face with the pillow and began to suffocate him. Eventually he managed to pull the pillow away from face so that he could breathe. "I take it your answer is a no then?"
Grabbing him by the ear Blair tugged him in the direction of the door. "A hell no would be more like it. Oh I expect you to be here promptly at seven A.M. sharp tomorrow morning."
"What why?" He shot her a look of confusion once she released her tight grip on his earlobe.
Blair huffed and set her hands on her hips in order to show her annoyance with him. She acted as if he should know what she was thinking. "Because you know how I like to arrive at school early. It leaves a bad impression if a Queen doesn't arrive before her subjects and loyal minions. I am not asking too much of you thinking for once you can be punctual am I?"
"Nate always gives you a ride." The young playboy said stating the obvious. When he saw her expression change to one of agony he wished he could take his words back. "I suppose I could be punctual for once as long as it doesn't mar my playboy reputation Waldorf."
"I am sure your image can stand one good deed." She tossed back playfully trying to ignore the stab of pain in her chest at the thought of Nate.
A part of her wanted to confess in Chuck about what had happened, but that would mean saying the words out loud and that would make them more real. She needed to deal with them first before she would be able to talk about it with anyone. She knew though when the time was right it would be Chuck she opened to considering he was the only friend she had left. She did not count her minions as true friends. If she told them what had happened then Gossip Girl would without a doubt receive a tip as soon as she revealed the truth to them.
Chuck grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles before readjusting his scarf around his next. He had a mission in mind as soon as he left here. He was going to find Nathaniel and see if he could find out what the fuck was going on and then he would go back to the Palace get smashed. It was past midnight and that meant he was free to start a whole new day of drinking. "Good night Waldorf. Try not to miss me too badly once I am gone."
"I am sure I can handle it." She smirked before closing the door in his face. "Good night Bass."
Once she was sure he was not lurking behind her door like the pervert he was, she went over to the food and started scarfing it down not carrying if it was cold or not. She finished off the crab ragoons before setting her sights on the fried rice and quickly devouring that as well. When she was full to the point she felt as if she was going to be sick Blair stood up and headed in the direction of her bathroom. Since her earlier promise to herself of it only being one time had been broken she remade the promise by saying it was just for tonight. She needed to forget for one night and since she did not usually partake in recreational drug use this was her way of getting rid of stress. Besides, what did one night really matter anyways?
TBC…
AN: So here is the second chapter of the story. I wrote it on our way to Boston so I am sorry if it isn't that great. I posted it as soon as we got settled in the hotel and I will update when I can. Our internet connection is crappy so I am sorry I couldn't post this as soon as we got settled in. Basically I wanted to show the teasing friendship with caring undertone between the two and I hope that I succeeded in doing so. Let me know if you all liked this or not and remember there is a preview at the bottom. Also this story is not beta'd so sorry for the mistakes.
Please R&R like always!
Preview for the next chapter:
"What the hell was that back there with my boy Nate?"
"I would rather not talk about it."
"Aw did his shirt not match your skirt?" "Or better yet, did he forget an anniversary?"
"He screwed Serena if you must know you nosey Bass-tard!"
"How did you found out?"
"He told me and wait," "You knew didn't you?"
