Almost-Chapter 3

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Blair
He's here, in France. Did he come after me? That would be the most romantic thing ever. She hesitantly peered over at Chuck. He smirked at her. Slime Ball.

Chuck

She looked away. What do I do now? I should tell her I came to find her, that I'm sorry. Chuck looked over at Blair. Her forehead was pressed up against the window as she gazed out at the clouds, her brown curls cascading down her back. He stared again and Blair could feel his eyes on her.

"Stop gawking at me." She said it out of the side of her mouth, not even bothering to look at him.

He didn't turn away. He continued to look in her direction, "We're going to be stuck on this flight for seven hours. Am I not supposed have my eyes on you at all?"

With a tilt of her head in his direction, "Precisely." Then she went back to avoiding him.

"How about my hands?" He placed his hand on her thigh. Blair didn't react right away. She was enjoying the feeling of his touch too much to think clearly and then she dug her nails into his hand. For the love of God! That's the second time she's gotten me today.

His face twisted in anger, examining the marks she had left in his hand, "Scratch marks onmy hands, that's new." She didn't respond. Silence enveloped them. 30 minutes down. Six and a half hours to go.

Blair

An hour had past with no talking. Blair now had her head against her pillow, which was laid on her headrest. She was so close to him but still she refused to allow her eyes to wander to his handsome face for even a second. A glance might not hurt. He won't notice. He can't win this. Even so, she was listening for his breathing; it sent her stomach in a whirl. It was a sign he was sitting right next to her even if she couldn't touch or see him. It was the most intimate she planned on getting with Chuck Bass for a while...Thestewardess came back.

The blond woman asked, "Could I get you either of you something? Another drink, perhaps?"

"Scotch for me," Chuck said with a knowing smile. Blair Waldorf might soon look his way after all.

I can ignore her, can't I? It's not like it's that bitchy or anything. Well, not by my standards.

"And for you, Miss?" The attendant persisted, "Miss?"

I hate Karen or Carol. What ever her name is, I hate her. Begrudgingly, Blair looked over, trying to evade the delighted look on Chuck's face. "Just water, thanks" she rolled her eyes and they landed on Chuck. They kept eye contact, large chocolate brown eyes to smaller hazel ones. The tension in the air was soon replaced by electricity. Her stomach had dropped liked it did when you rode a roller coaster. She was going downhill fast, her resistance fading. No, look away. Her head told her to do things, but her body rejected the plan. She just couldn't tear her gaze away from Chuck.

Chuck

This was the moment he had been waiting for. He was finally getting to see her; looking her dead in the eye for the first time since the talk with his father. He had thought it would make him feel better, and in a way it did. Being in her very presence calmed Chuck, upped his resolve to fix things. Looking into her eyes was something different entirely. He thought of the night at Victrola. Seeing her in a new light, looking at her now, he couldn't imagine how he never felt that way before. Her gaze also brought a rush of shame to the pit of his stomach. There was a new pain in her eyes and he had put it there. Now the butterflies and sinking guilt were battling for control of his stomach. All this from a moment and than the moment was gone. Blair turned her back to him and feigned sleep.

Blair

How long has it been? Blair was not wearing a watch and her phone would not tell her the time from 20,000 feet in the air. Not knowing how much longer they had left was driving Blair crazy. Chuck had a watch. Not asking him. Not talking to him. You don't need to know that badly, it's not even a big deal. For a control freak like Blair that was not true in the least. How would she survive if she couldn't tell her self it was only so much longer?

Chuck

Only 5 hours to go. I've got to say something. I can't get off this flight having not said what I flew to freaking Europe to say. Okay, just say it. He stayed still, completely motionless, then he looked at her briefly. Baby steps. He was working his way up to spilling his guts. She had her back to him. From her body language she looked uncomfortable. She was curled up into the tiniest space possible, determined to be as far away from Chuck as possible. His eyes followed her as she slowly tossed in her sleep, as she shivered. He took off his jacket to put it over her. Her back was still to him.

As he leaned down and placed the jacket over her, speaking in a low, soft voice, "I really am sorry. I messed up, but better late than never, right?" He kissed the side of her forehead. She twitched as if she had known he had touched her. She can't even hear me.

Blair

Her eyes bolted open. That didn't just happen. Blair had faked sleep before as a child and had listened in on her parents' conversations, but never had she heard something that meant that much to her. He sounded so sincere. That's just weird, but it's not like it makes up for anything. Once I get off this plane I am walking away from Chuck Bass. Even so she couldn't help but smile slightly at the familiar smell of Chuck all over her. Now she just had to walk by him. Blair had been trying to not go to the bathroom in her constant mission to act like Chuck didn't exist. Going to the restroom required walking past Chuck. The aisle wasn't exactly roomy, either. I should probably give Romeo back his coat. That thought led Blair to throw it at him. It covered his eyes and he let out a small cry of "Blair!"

She scooted past him as quickly as possible, her butt bumping into Chuck's legs as she hurried by. All clear untilshe heard footsteps behind her. What the. . .She didn't need to look back to see who it was. Chuck natural musk gave him away again.

Chuck

I do something nice and she throws it in my face, literally. Chuck was aware that following Blair into a restroom on a plane was a little crazy, but desperate times called for desperate measures. She was going to listen to him. Not that he knew exactly what he was going to say. He followed her brunette head as her curls bounced up and down. She quickened her pace. She obviously knows I'm following her. She turned to go into the restroom and Chuck maneuvered as fast as possible. She walked inside but when she went to close the door she found Chuck's hand there instead.

"Chuck!" She screamed in rage. He didn't listen and closed the door behind him. It was cramped, to say the least.

"What the hell are you doing? Stalker much?" Her eyes widened as she spoke, "Get out of here, Chuck." It was an order. One Chuck didn't plan on following.

"Not until I talk to you," He stood his ground.

"Fine. Talk," she shook her head as she spoke. "I won't listen."

Frustration was building inside him, "You might want to hear what I have to say."

She was cold, seemingly disinterested. "I doubt that."

"Then I guess you and I will be in here a while."

No longer faking apathy she said in revulsion, "You are Satan's spawn"

Sleaze dripping in his voice, "And proud of it, babe."


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