It had been a week since we had spoken to the headmistress about our foundation idea and frankly I was nervous about what the committee had voted on. Honestly I wanted to do the foundation in honour of Serena, Nate and even Dan but I was also doing it because I knew Jenny and her social committee would want in.
"Last on the agenda tonight is Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass' foundation idea. Go ahead tell us what it's about." Jenny said, sitting back down.
Chuck stood up and passed each member a small folder of the information they needed to know.
"As all of you may know Serena Van Der Woodsen, Nathanial Archibald and Dan Humphrey were killed in accident 3 years ago. Serena and Nathanial were both active members of the social scene and Dan was an academic genius. In honour of them all we'd like to create a foundation right here at Constance Billard and St. Jude's called The Serena, Nathanial and Dan foundation. It will serve as a centre for young people between the ages of 10 and 22 where they can go to receive help for things like Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Anxiety Disorders, panic attacks and sudden loss. We have already had over half of our costs donated by the deceased's families but we need 500, 075 more. We hope you'll all vote in favour as this is a great opportunity to commemorate 3 great people who died way too young." Chuck finished and sat down beside me.
Jenny stood up.
"All those in favour raise your hands."
Surprisingly a lot of people raised their hands in favour. Jenny reluctantly did after the rest of her group raised their hands.
"Your proposal has been approved. We'll need to meet to discuss fundraising ideas." She said, dismissing the rest of the committee.
"Well you have my number Little J, call me when you have some decent ideas." I told her, getting up.
"The ideas will have to be approved by the rest of the committee."
"I know. I was social chair when I was here."
"Well just in case you've forgotten. We meet every Wednesday so I'll see you then."
"Or before then. I mean now that you're dating Logan Shipman I guess we'll be seeing you more often now. We're seeing you Friday aren't we?"
"Um Friday?" She asked, looking confused.
"Oh he didn't tell you? Chuck and I invited you and him to dinner on Friday. But if you can't make it I'm sure Logan can find a replacement."
"No…I can go."
"I'll see you there then. Bye Little J."
Chuck and I walked away from her confidently.
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Chuck sighed again. He was bored and it was obvious. I had dragged him to several stores trying to find the perfect dress for Friday and he had watched me try each one on and then take it off because it was too short or not the right shape.
"What about this one?" I asked, showing him yet another dress.
"I like it." He said.
"No you don't. You're not even looking. Can't you pay attention for 5 seconds?"
"Blair this is boring. Why can't you just wear something you already have? You have a million dresses from France that Jenny hasn't seen."
"It's a girl thing. You don't understand."
"Maybe that's because I'm not a girl."
"Obviously."
"Then find a new girl friend to shop with because this is really starting to get old."
"My only girl friend died in an accident 3 years ago."
"And my only guy friend died in an accident 3 years ago but I still shop by myself."
"You're a guy. That's what you do."
"All I'm saying is replace Serena and stop dragging me along."
He knew he had said the wrong thing as soon as it had left his mouth. His eyes went wide and his hand went over his mouth. Tears were already forming in my eyes.
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Yes you did."
"No…I just meant-."
"Replace Serena. She was irreplaceable Chuck you insensitive bastard."
"I know…"
"Get out. Go. I can't see you right now."
"Blair I'm sorry."
I was clearly sobbing now.
"Go!" I yelled storming into the change rooms and slamming the door behind me.
A lady followed after me.
"Are you okay? I didn't mean to over hear but you were yelling."
"Do I look okay? My best friends died 3 years ago and I get stuck with Chuck Bass, insensitive jerk."
"I'm so sorry. Is there something I can do?"
"Just get this dress off me."
"If you don't mind me saying it looks amazing on you."
"Really? You think?"
"Yes, it does."
"Thanks."
The lady unzipped the dress and helped me out of it. I bought the dress even though I wasn't really convinced that it looked okay. I just needed retail therapy.
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I didn't want to go home and have to face my mom but I did anyway. I clearly couldn't go back to Chuck's after our fight. With several bags in my hands I entered my penthouse apartment only to find my mother with guests.
"Blair, what are you doing here, honey? I thought you were staying at Chuck's?"
"We had a fight. I'd rather not talk about it."
"Why don't you go upstairs, get changed and come back down and have some dinner?"
"Okay." I said, half smiling.
I hadn't expected to see what I had seen when I got in my room though.
"Oh Blair, wait there's-."
"Oh my God." I said, finding myself face to face with a naked man.
"Uh…this is awkward." He said, finding the closest thing to him to put over his crotch.
"You're telling me. Um…what are you doing naked in my room?"
He blushed and quickly found a pair of boxers and a shirt to put on.
"My mom is staying here for a few weeks and Eleanor said it was okay to stay in your room because you were at your boyfriend's or something?"
"Right. I'm just going to put these here." I said, manoeuvring around him.
"I'm Blake by the way."
"Blair."
"It's awkward to meet you." He said, extending his hand.
"As it is you." I said, shaking his hand politely.
"Well I'm just going to go down stairs and let you uh do what ever you need to do…"
As soon as Blake left I closed my door and picked up my cell. Only then did I remember Serena was dead. I had no one to talk to. No one to tell that there was a hot naked guy sleeping in my bed when I returned home. What would I even say?
S- Found hot naked guy in my bed. B-.
I don't know anymore because it's been so long since I've texted her.
I redressed myself in one of the new dresses I had bought today and went downstairs.
"Blair, this is Yvonne and her son Blake. They're in town and I suggested they stay here for a few weeks. Give me some company when you're at Chuck's."
"Well, I won't be going to Chuck's anymore. I think we broke up." I said awkwardly.
"Oh. What happened?"
"He told me to replace Serena and we got into this fight in the store."
"Well if you ask me, that was never going to last." My mother said, laughing.
I resented her for saying it. Who said we couldn't last? Chuck may have been a womanizer back before the accident but things had changed. I had changed…Chuck had changed. No longer did he say dirty things in my ear when it was inappropriate or try to molest me in public. He was kind of sweet these days.
I guess I miss that Chuck.
But I wasn't going to cry anymore over him. If he wanted me back he would have called me by now or come over. But he hadn't had he? What kind of boyfriend doesn't care when their girlfriend gets upset. Chuck that's who.
"Blair, why don't you show Blake that lovely collection of antique porcelain dolls you have?" My mother said.
I knew what she was up to. She was trying to set me up with Blake even after I just told her Chuck and I may have just broken up.
I led Blake into my room and closed the door.
"My mother can be obvious at times." I said, sitting beside him.
"Yes. She was rather transparent. I would never make a move on someone who had just broken up with their boyfriend."
"You're the only guy I know who wouldn't. Chuck…he was kind of infamous for screwing girls without dating them."
"And you were his target this time?" He asked.
"No. Well I don't think so. Three years ago we were in an accident together. My…our friends died and we kind of just stopped speaking. I came back and he was here, ready and willing to be friends again. I guess because we're the only ones left of our group we kind of just thought it was natural to date. We're each other's familiar. I should have known it wouldn't work."
"I'm sorry to hear that. He seems like he can be an alright guy."
"He can at times. He's sweet too. Actually I'm staging war against this girl at my old school and Chuck is like my ally."
Blake leaned in closer to me, his hands caressing my face. A part of me was saying stop, this is not right but another part was saying screw Chuck.
Just as he leant in and kissed me my eyes shot open and I saw Chuck at my bedroom door in shock.
"Shit." I said, getting up.
"I came here to apologize, I'm sorry about this afternoon, Blair. I'm sorry I walked in on you and this guy."
"It's not…it wasn't intentional Chuck."
Blake got up.
"Chuck, I'm assuming."
"You assume right. Sorry I can't stay."
Chuck ran out before I could stop him. Blake looked at me waiting for something to happen but it wasn't going to. I apologized and ran after Chuck. He was already in the elevator by the time I reached him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
"Look, obviously this isn't going to happen. Maybe we were meant to be friends, B."
"And maybe we weren't. Our friends died and we were left with each other. I'm sorry about yelling at you this afternoon but no relationship is flawless."
"I'm sorry. This is new to me. I've never been in a real relationship before, Blair and I'm never going to be this model boyfriend."
"I know. I understand that now. You're Chuck, not some perfect dream guy."
"Oh so I'm not in your dreams?" He said, smirking.
"You're in my dreams, all the time." I said, kissing his cheek.
"How about you go get the stuff you bought today and bring it back to mine and put on a show for me? I'd love to rip something off you." He said, biting softly on my ear lobe.
"There's the Chuck I know. I'll meet you back at your place."
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Friday night came around quick. I guess it was to be expected when Chuck and I practically spent the days leading up to Friday having sex.
"How do I look?" I said, emerging from Chuck's bathroom freshly showered and wearing a cream and black dress that reached my knees.
"Good enough to…eat." He said licking his lips.
"Too bad for you you'll have to wait until we get home."
"Can't we just-."
"Chuck we're running late as it is. Get your tie on and let's get going."
"Why can't be just not show up?"
"Because Jenny Humphrey will be there."
Chuck sighed and put on his tie. After finally being ready we left his hotel suite and caught a taxi to the restaurant. We could already see Jenny and Logan sitting at the table already caught in conversation. What could they possibly have to talk about? She was so young and inexperienced.
We approached the table, Logan got up to shake Chuck's hand.
"Nice to see you again, Bass." He said, moving on to me. "Blair, my, you get better looking every time I see you."
"Thank you." I said, taking a seat beside Chuck and across from Jenny.
"You've met Jenny haven't you?"
"We have. In fact, Little J used to go to school with us. Of course she was 14 then."
"I'm 17 now." She said, kissing the cheek of Logan.
A waiter came by to take orders for drinks.
"Can I get you some drinks?" The waiter asked.
Chuck smirked at me and winked. He was putting our plan into action.
"Two scotch and cokes and two vodka cocktails for the ladies."
Jenny smiled at the waiter but she was in for a surprise.
"Oh. Wait, honey. Little J isn't legal yet. Orange juice for the kid, thanks." I said.
"Certainly ma'am."
"So, Logan. I read that your business is going well." Chuck started the conversation as he received his drink.
"Great actually. I'm planning a business trip to Spain in a few weeks. I'm hoping to take Jenny actually."
Logan took Jenny's hand and kissed it.
"Oh but Little J you can't miss that much school, especially this year. I mean you have a lot of important assignments to do at school if you want to get into a good college. You are only 17 Little J."
Logan grimaced.
"In fact, J, you're barely legal for anything."
"Well with or without Jenny I'm planning this trip."
"I need to go to the bathroom." Jenny said, excusing herself and walking off to the bathroom.
Our plan was working. This time next week after Chuck and I introduce Logan to some older woman Jenny will be last weeks trash and her social status may drop a few.
After a few minutes of Jenny being gone I received a text on my cell. Discreetly I pulled it out. My eyes went wide when I read who it was from.
"Chuck." I whispered. "Chuck, look at this."
"What is it B?" Chuck asked, quickly looking down at my phone.
"It's from Serena…"
"It can't be, she's-she's dead." Chuck said, laughing.
I pressed the button for the text to open.
B- Why'd you leave me? Didn't you love me? S-.
My heart started beating faster and my forehead grew sweaty. I looked up briefly and caught a glance of a tall blond haired girl run past. It couldn't be could it? Serena's dead.
I received another text.
B- I loved you B and you left me to die. S-.
I couldn't breathe all of a sudden. The room was spinning rapidly and I was so hot.
"Chuck…I can't breathe, Chuck."
Chuck wasn't listening. I looked up again and this time I could swear I saw Serena. There was a girl four tables away with long blonde hair just like Serena's. She was wearing Serena's favourite jacket.
"Serena." I whispered to myself. "Serena!" I yelled.
Chuck looked at me in horror.
"Blair, sit down."
"Serena, oh my God. Serena!"
"Blair!" Chuck yelled.
When the girl turned around and it wasn't Serena I don't know what happened. I fell to the ground in tears. I literally couldn't breathe.
"Chuck, get this off of me." I said, my dress was strangling me.
"Chuck! Get this off of me!" I yelled again.
I fainted soon after.
--
It could have been an hour later when I awoke. Chuck had me seated outside on a bench in the cool outside air. At first I didn't remember what had happened until I realised my dress was ripped, revealing my bra.
"B. Are you okay?" He asked.
"No." I said, feeling tears prick my eyes as I pulled Chuck's jacket further over my shoulders.
"What went on in there?"
"I saw-saw…I saw Serena. I know I did. I panicked. I couldn't breathe."
"Well the whole restaurant saw it."
"Great. Just what I needed."
"Do you need a drink?" He asked, kissing my forehead.
"A glass of water would be nice." I said, taking a deep breath.
"Okay. I'll be back in a minute."
Chuck walked back into the restaurant and no sooner had he left, Little Jenny Humphrey arrived.
"Little J, what are you still doing here?" I asked.
"I came to see if you were alright. After all you did kind of freak out in there."
"How would you know you were-." It just hit me. It was Jenny's fault this happened. She planned this. She planned the Serena look alike.
"You manipulative little bitch!" I screamed, standing up.
"Ah, ah, ah, B. That's no way to treat a friend. I'm just trying to help."
"You did this! You planned that Serena look alike knowing I'd freak. How did you get her cell though…"
"S's mum gave me a box of her old clothes, her cell just happened to be in the box."
"This is low, Jenny. Even for you."
"You tried to humiliate me in front of my boyfriend."
"God, Jenny. I had a fucking panic attack in there!"
"Public humiliation can be a bitch, B and so can I. You're out of your league, go back to France and don't come back."
She walked off leaving me with more hatred for her then I had for Nelly Yuki during SAT's.
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Spotted, Former Queen B looking a little disorientated after dinner with LJ and her king. I don't know about you B, but I'm beginning to think Little J may not be so little anymore. You know you love me. Xoxo Gossip Girl.
Update! Yes, I know it's been awhile. I've had some things to deal with and it's taken me awhile to finally upload this. So enjoy this chapter and hopefully the next won't be so far away. Reviews anyone?
