He's a call guy

Disclaimer: If I said I owned GG, I'm a liar.

"You are so whipped." Nate laughed. "You're like, Blair's bitch."

Chuck had just finished telling him about being turned into Blair's Sherpa on her trek across every designer store in town. Chuck scowled at his best friend.

"Look he's talking."

Laughing again, Nate said, "Why do you even do it?"

Chuck snorted loudly. "It's Blair."

The blond boy nodded in understanding. That was enough of an explanation.

"Plus, she's hot. And the sex is worth it."

Chuck added contentedly and Nate raised his eyebrows.

"Well, I would know."

Chuck opened his mouth to say something offensive when his ringing phone interrupted him mid-breath.

Blair. Speak of the devil's girlfriend.

"Hey," she cooed into the phone. "Where are you?"

With Archibald." He answered, glancing towards his best friend who was doing his pretty boy smirk.

"Can you come over? My mom's away in Paris and I'm kind of lonely."

Her mom was always away in Paris.

"Where's Serena?" he asked.

"Not that kind of lonely." She breathed exasperatedly.

He got the point. The Devil's girl was also pretty horny.

"I'm on my way." He smugly replied.

He hung up and pulled himself up from the couch. Nate watched him lazily as her reached for his wallet.

"Dude, I think you just got a bootycall."