Give Me The Platforn Tonight
Chapter 2: Life like Morphine
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Blair felt like shit. But good, satisfied and carefree shit. It helped that everyone in Constance Billiard's courtyard was staring at her as if she was the hottest thing that had ever walked this Earth. And she felt like she was, even though her head pounded and her feet ached. Last night had been like nothing she had ever done before and she was still riding off its weird high. What had happened the night before was a little fuzzy and all she remembered were guys, a hotel room she had awoken in alone, a lot of attention and freedom. Which had been the whole point of her adventure.
Freedom was something she had never had for her whole life and from now on, she intended to have it. Every night, Georgina or not. She could do it alone or with a partner-in-crime. Because she was gorgeous, fun and smart which was something Serena wasn't. Blair could take care of herself and still go crazy.
In fact, she was going to go crazy again tonight.
And nothing would stop her.
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This new Blair was wrong. It wasn't that Chuck didn't want her to be confident or whatever, it was just that this girl who was now flirting with a group of senior boys wasn't the person he knew and could he say it, loved?
He hoped that this was just a phase thing, a recuperation period for her and nothing more. In reality, it probably was. She was just trying to get her shit together in a twisted way and in no time, she would be back to the fairytale-loving, obsessive-compulsive, bitchy girl of his dreams.
All he had to do was wait, right?
--
These guys were cute. And so simple-minded.
All they wanted was a piece of ass. Once upon a time, the old Blair Waldorf would have minded, but the new one enjoyed it. After all, in her quest to forget, they would only be entertainment for one night.
She sure was going to get entertained tonight. She had made plans with the group of senior boys to go out and hit clubs with her and her "friend who doesn't go to this school".
She almost wriggled with glee, this night was going to be drop-dead insane.
It was time Blair Waldorf broke out of her cage.
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She had no idea what was going on. It was a nice feeling, not having to think, just floating by from the attentiveness of guys too eager to please. Blair had her every whim fulfilled by the men of New York City, charmed by her inebriated, sunny personality.
Right now, she was on a table, twirling to some music that she couldn't recognize and ignorantly shaking her assets in the face of two guys, both of which she was sure went to St. Judes. They followed her body with hungry eyes.
She pouted when she felt Georgina tugging on her leg for her to come down.
Blair liked it up here, Georgie was being such a party pooper!
Still, she jumped down tipsily from her place above, wobbling drunkenly on her heels. Jeez, those things hurt. Blair took them off and threw them halfway across the crowded club, ignoring the cries of protest.
"Two tonight, Waldorf?"
Georgina raised her eyebrows, pointing at the duo that were still ogling at Blair.
"That's quite a catch. You sure you're up to it?"
Blair furrowed her brow, she seriously didn't want to think. Two guys were a lot for a beginner. But she had been trained by Chuck Bass himself. It was probably no problem.
"I'm up to it. Sure."
She waved an arm dismissively at Georgina's question and turned back to her private party.
Georgina smiled.
"That's my girl."
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Ouch. Why the fuck was the sun shining directly at her? She snapped her eyes close quickly, blocking out the offensive rays. Something was shaking her arm too and it was getting on her frayed nerves. She was also pretty sure that her name was being called but the pounding of her head was too intense to be sure. Slowly, she raised one lid cautiously.
Georgina Sparks was standing directly above her, jerking Blair's arm.
"Oh my god, Blair! I'm so sorry! I meant to wake you so much earlier but we went so nuts last night that I didn't wake you till now. You're totally late for school!"
Georgina screeched and Blair winced at the loud noise.
"What?" She asked groggily, she hadn't caught really any of Georgina's tirade.
"School! You're late for school, Blair! I'm so sorry. You have to hurry if you want to make it back by lunch."
Something beside Blair groaned and she realized that she wasn't by herself in the bed. There was a guy and she was pretty sure she had had sex with him.
She was also pretty sure that he had a tiny penis.
She meant tiny. Literally, the thing would barely be able to satisfy a mouse, let alone a girl who had been with Ch-
Hold on, did she hear something about school?
"SCHOOL! Oh my god, what time is it?"
She yelled, jumping out of bed. She wrinkled her nose when she noticed that she was wearing a shirt that wasn't hers.
"It's eleven thirty and your lunch hour ends at twelve so you have to hurry if you want to make it back for the afternoon. I know how much school means to you, Blair. You don't want to miss it. Here, your clothes. Get dressed and I'll call you a cab."
Blair blinked. She was disoriented, but she could still tell that something was weird here. Was Georgina being…nice? There had to be a motive to it and she would think about it when she wasn't completely late and her head didn't feel like it was being continually hit by a hammer.
She pulled on her clothes quickly, pausing when she was finished. Where was the taxi? Where was Georgina?
At that moment, Georgina rushed in, handing Blair a pill and a glass of water.
"Aspirin. You head probably feels a natural disaster right now."
Blair turned her head to critically observe Georgina. The other girl blinked innocently back at her, her stance relaxed and open. She took the pill from Georgina's hand, turning it over in her palm to make sure that it was actually Aspirin. Last thing she wanted was to take something that would make her want to strip and streak around school naked. Although she may have already did that last night.
Not that she regretted it.
"Thanks."
She told Georgina, swallowing the little pill and gulping the water. Shit, she forgot to check that! Oh, well.
"Just trying to help." Georgina shrugged. "Oh, your taxi's outside. Hurry!"
Blair scrambled out of the building and sure enough, there was the yellow vehicle waiting patiently for her.
"Where to, Miss?" The driver asked.
Blair paused, before giving him her address. She wanted to change quickly at her place. She wasn't so much of a truant that she was going to arrive at school looking like a hobo.
Not yet, anyway.
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Blair hopped out of her cab, feeling refreshed in her change of clothes. She was pretty sure that she had at least ten minutes before lunch ended and she had scarfed down some of Dorota's food at the Waldorf penthouse.
She had barely taken five steps when a student ran up, eying her funnily.
"Yes?" Blair huffed impatiently. She had better things to deal with.
The girl's jaw dropped open and closed. "Um, Mrs. Queller wanted to see you."
She said timidly.
Blair sighed, could her day be any more of a downer? It was like being around Dan Humphrey. Dismissing the girl, she made her way into the headmistress' office.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Waldorf." The principal greeted her, "I've been expecting you."
"Good afternoon." Blair replied, screaming in her head. What the hell was this about?
"It's been called to my attention that you were absent without explanation this morning."
Blair frowned, people skipped all the time and no one ever noticed or cared. Did someone rat on her? Whatever, she was good at lying in her feet.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am, I felt so sick this morning that I decided to take part of the day off for my recovery. I simply must have forgotten to send notice. I feel terrible, it was such a stupid lapse of attention."
The headmistress seemed satisfied with the response and Blair's perfect student record.
"Make sure it doesn't ever happen again."
Mrs. Queller waved her away and Blair breathed a sigh of relief upon exiting the room.
What the eff was that?!
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Serena bit her lower lip as she listened to the girls around her chatter animatedly. The talk was all about Blair's latest stunt as some guy had spread the story that he had been in a threesome with the Ice Queen herself.
There was no way this was true. Maybe Blair was being looser than usual, but Serena knew Blair. She would never, ever do this.
"Apparently she went nuts. Lines of coke, lots of alcohol and stuff. And this other girl was egging her on all the way."
Serena's ears perked up. That sounded familiar.
"Who was this girl?" She asked.
Penelope looked surprised at Serena's sudden interest.
"I'm not sure. The only thing I know is that she was a brunette who wore tons of black."
Fuck. There was no way. But it was true. Serena knew the signs all too well.
Georgina Sparks was back. Partying with Blair.
Serena felt really, really scared. And she wasn't sure for who.
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Chuck was downright pissed and confused. Blair hadn't been at school for the whole morning and he wasn't sure where she was or what she was doing. It left him in a gloomy mood, ignoring the conversation of the guys that he was with. They were just talking about the girls they had nailed last night, and as he was Chuck Bass, none of these conversations ever got him particularly interested. He was blanked out until one of the seniors addressed him.
"Dude, you never told us she was so damn crazy in bed. You could have passed her around earlier."
A burst of laughter erupted and Chuck scowled in annoyance. Who were they talking about? He had probably nailed every girl in this city.
"What?" He asked irritably.
"Blair Waldorf, man, that's what."
Blair? What about her? He suddenly wished he had actually listened now.
"What about her?"
"She's one kinky piece of ass. Me, Jake, her and a bed, and whoa! You should have seen the way she moved, it's like-"
He was cut off when Chuck grabbed him by his ironed collar and slammed him against the brick wall. The whole school went quiet.
"If you ever touch her or talk about her again, I swear, I will kill you. You got me?"
He spat between gritted teeth to the guy who nodded frantically. Chuck dropped his grip on his shirt and strode away, fuming. He felt like punching a wall and was almost to that point when a flash of blonde hair slammed into him.
"Watch where you're going, van der Woodsen." He growled at his stepsister, turning away.
"I need to talk to you." Serena exploded.
"It's Georgina. She's the one going out with Blair every night, and pushing her to do stupid stuff, like she did with me. She's back, I know she is!"
Chuck stared at the blonde's somber face, taking in the information slowly.
"No way, she's in reform school. Those things are maximum security." He shook his head.
"It's true." Serena breathed. "It all fits, Georgie's done it before."
It did fit. But there was just no fucking way. Blair had gotten rid of her herself. It could all just be a coincidence? He had to admit it. The psycho bitch was here, in Manhattan. And Blair was being played by her. Blair was going to get hurt. There was no fucking way he was going to let that happen to the girl he loved.
Chuck needed to talk to Blair now.
He needed to stop this insaneness before it was too late.
