Blair was walking to her Latin class when a tall figure cornered her into a dark hallway. She didn't need to look up at his face before she knew who it was. The smell of his cologne was completely unforgettable. She could feel her knees loosing their strength and her heart going increasingly faster, all she wanted to do at that precise moment was crush her lips into his.
"I saw you looking at me, Waldorf. When are you ever going to admit that you're completely smitten by me?" Chuck murmured into Blair's ear while holding on to both her wrists.
The way that she wasn't even struggling let him know that he had been correct in his assumption. Blair Waldorf was not over him.
Snapping back into reality, Blair tore her wrists away from Chuck's grasp and straightened her self up.
"I think you're mistaken Chuck Bass. You're the one that's completely obsessed with me. When are you going to get over it? I'm with Nate, my boyfriend of the past four years, the guy I plan to marry. I just managed to get him back after he found out about our disastrous affair and I just got back my status as the most respected girl in the school. There's no way you're going to ruin this for me again, Chuck."
With that, she straightened her already wrinkle-free blazer and walked briskly away from Chuck.
Chuck was completely unfazed by the words of Blair, because while her mouth said something, her eyes said the exact opposite.
Chuck was sitting on his couch with a bottle of vodka next to him and staring out the window. This was this routine after he got home from the 8 ½ excruciating hours he spent in that damn school looking at Blair. Chuck just sat around and drank; with the occasional joint he'd smoke to change things up a bit. He still had about 5 more hours of drinking when he heard his doorbell ring. He lazily got up to go open the door.
He almost dropped his bottle of vodka when he saw who was at the door.
"Nate? What are you doing here? I thought you wanted me as far away from you as possible." Said Chuck with shock and bitterness very evident in his voice.
Nate sighed and entered the suite. "Yeah I know, man. But you're my best friend and I miss hanging out with you. Besides, it wasn't fair of me to blame everything that happened between the two of you on just you. I know I shouldn't have judged because I did the same thing with Serena while Blair and I were still going out. But I was just so angry. Anyways, I forgave Blair, why not forgive you?"
Chuck and Nate just stared at each other for a long moment until finally; they moved at the same time and embraced each other.
"Man, I'm so glad everything is back to normal. I have my best friend and my girlfriend back." Nate said while patting Chuck on the back and taking the bottle of vodka from his hand.
While Nate was celebrating the reunion with his best friend by taking large swigs of alcohol, Chuck was no longer in the mood for drinking, because even though he had his best friend back, this would only make getting the girl even harder.
Long after Nate had passed out on Chuck's couch, Chuck stood out in his balcony. It was no use in denying that he was not over Blair. It was made painfully clear when getting back to speaking terms with Nate just meant that he needed to officially forget about Blair. It's not like Chuck didn't care about Nate, because he did, he loved him actually. Nate was the brother he never had. The thing with Blair though, it was different because he was in love with her, and he knew he loved her more than Nate ever would. Not that Chuck would admit that he was in love with Blair just yet. He was just coming to terms with the fact that he was not over Blair and that he actually cared about her. Admitting that he loved her would be murder for Chuck's reputation. Because yes, Chuck was still an asshole and his reputation came first. For now anyways…
The next day, Nate had a huge hangover so school was out of the question for the two boys. They left Chuck's building and went straight to Victrola. Chuck tried to avoid this place as much as possible, it was the place where his life turned into a fiasco and the memories were all bitter. But Nate wanted to finally see the place and if Chuck really wanted everything back to normal, he could not linger in the past.
The club did not open until 7:00 but Chuck had an extra key to the place seeing as how he was part owner. It was completely empty and none of the burlesque dancers were around. The lights were off and the couches and chairs were all covered with white sheets so that they would not get dirty. The place looked completely sad without its many flashing lights and dancing women.
"This place is great, man. I'm going to have come back here tonight to see how it is for real." Nate said while looking around the large room.
"Yeah, this place sure is something." Chuck said quietly as he played with the dust that was on the bar. He sighed and looked up at Nate. "Come at around 9:00. I'll get you the best table here."
Nate just laughed and walked around the room.
They left the club after about another 15 minutes and just walked around central park. It was actually nice being able to do this with Nate, he missed it. After all, Nate had always been the person he cared about the most, even if he did hurt him in the worst possible way. Yet Serena did the same thing, and there was no denying how much Serena cared for Blair.
"Well I hate to leave, but my mother is probably fuming about the fact that I didn't come home last night. She's still upset about what I did with my dad, and how I refused to give the engagement ring to Blair." Nate announced as he looked down at his watch.
This caught Chuck's attention. Was Nate going to try and give the ring to Blair now that they were finally a "happy couple"? He was itching to ask, but there was no way of asking without seeming suspicious.
"Yeah well, I'll se you tonight at 9:00 then." Chuck waved and started walking in the oppisite direction, heading to The Palace. He was going to find out what Nate's real intention with Blair was, but he had just made up with Nate and anything that he said dealing with Blair could make it seem like he was still interested in her. No, Chuck had to wait if he wanted to find out. He headed up to his suite and fell on his bed, his eyes closing instantly, his body aching him from a lack of sleep. That whole afternoon, he just dreamed about one person, Blair.
Hey guys, here is the next chapter. Sorry if things are going a bit slow but i promise that things will start to pick up soon.
To answer your question, the reason the story is called In a Manner of Speaking is because I got the idea for the story from the song of the same title by Nouvelle Vague. It's not too apparent right now, but as the story progresses it will become clearer. If you look up the lyrics to the song you'll kinda sorta get in what direction I'm taking the story. OK, well, next chapter should be up in a few days.. please review!! It really encourages me to keep writing!!