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It means so much for me because I only write to improve my english.
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Like I said previously the best is yet to come. :)
See you in the next chapter, enjoy! Xo
EDIT OF MAY: Story all revised thanks to my beta Blair. I'm thankful she's helping me so I can continue this.
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The following day her mother Eleanor tried to calm herself with some herbal tea prepared by Dorota. She hadn't already accepted the fact that her only daughter was pregnant.
She tried to speak to Blair twice but she couldn't find the right words to say.
Blair herself was a mess. She threw up again and again and more that Sunday. She rather wanted to be dead than be sick. That sickness was unbearable, but like Serena told her on the phone after Blair had just come from Nate's house, It's not that long. It will pass. I heard someone say it lasts for two-three months only. Yes, two or three months. It sounded like a life time for Blair.
That morning Gossip Girl mentioned her again. The post said someone spotted her with her mother in West Village while they were entering the Doctor's building the day before. There was a not so very good pic of her where she seemed pouting, and her mother going behind her.
Gossip Girl commented that maybe the two women were going there for a check up. Maybe mama Waldorf wanted to make sure her daughter was still a virgin after the sickness she had at school. Or maybe... That was painful. Gossip Girl thought she could be pregnant for real.
Eating disorder was in the list of possibilities too.
She rolled her eyes and shut her phone. It was Sunday and she didn't want to be bothered with that silly girl and her news, although that time she was telling the truth. She was pissed off and enraged again. Her life was already ruined, it didn't serve that Gossip Girl ruined her more. Still, this could be avoided.
"You will keep it" her mother said interrupting her bad reverie when she got into her room.
"What?" she asked in confusion.
"You heard me well, Blair. You will keep it." She sounded categorical.
Blair understood, then. She stood up, narrowed her eyes and pursued her lips. She was thinking about that a few minutes earlier. She wouldn't keep the baby. Even if that meant homicide, it had to be killed. She didn't want it. "It will ruin my life!" She blurted out.
Eleanor put a hand on her forehead, ready to reply with a strong tone. "It's like killing a person, Blair! Don't you understand? You will keep it."
"No, I won't. We can afford this, we can afford the cost of an abortion. We can do that! I won't let this thing remain in my belly for more then a minute. I don't want it!"
"And you will keep it. You made a mistake, you will pay." Eleanor said firmly.
Then Blair cried again. The only thing that could save her life - at school and with Nate - was not allowed. She knew her mother was right, she thought she deserved it after all. This was the punishment God decided to give her because she slept with her boyfriend's best friend. She felt worse than ever, even stupid.
Eleanor stepped forward and hugged her daughter again like the day before. It was unnatural, that was true, but she couldn't help it. She caressed her hair like she was still five years old and whispered "We'll find a way, my child. Me and your father will help you."
At the word 'father' she sobbed more. Her father was the most important person of her life. She preferred him to her mother. Disappoint her father would have meant shame for her. She didn't want to, but it looked like she already did.
She moved away from her mother while Dorota gave her some Kleenex to clean the mess on her face. "Miss Blair, Miss Serena here want to see you" she added, as her mother quickly patted her shoulder and the blonde stepped into the room.
Serena glanced at Eleanor and said something before she left. "Take care of her, Serena."
Serena smiled swiftly and nodded while Eleanor closed the door behind her. She felt sorry but she didn't know how to handle all this. Blair even suspected she had cried the day before.
The blonde patted her shoulder and Blair threw herself on her. She needed comfort, a lot of it. This was the very first time she broke down after the revelation. She nearly cried even when she was watching the movie with Nate the day before, but he would have asked why and she didn't want to give him answers.
"What will I do, S? What? My life is disgusting!" She sobbed.
Serena stroked her hair and then her back slowly. "I will stand by you, I promise... I won't let you live this thing alone, B."
"What can I do? Tell me! Now I'm almost one month pregnant, but then? My stomach will grow and everybody would see it!" She said pushing away from her and pointing at her flat stomach. "My reputation will be destroyed" she continued "my friends will hate me and label me whore. I'm condemned, S! Everyone will mock me until school ends!"
"Those are not friends, B. I will be at your side until this will be over."
Someone knocked on her door and Serena turned her head. "It's open."
Blair's mother stepped in with a sad expression on her face. "Maybe it's not over" she murmured. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I called your father, and..."
"You called him?" Blair asked, the shame already deep in her even if he was far away.
Eleanor nodded. "Yes, I've called him. And he came up with a beautiful idea, I must say."
Blair seemed to find the light in the tunnel again. A little grin appeared on her features. She knew her father had always great ideas. Even when she was a child, he always found a way to entertain her with the strangest things. Her father was a genius.
"What's that?" she asked with anxiety.
"He thinks that if you go to France for a couple of months nobody will notice... Anything."
"You mean going during all the period and then come back here?"
Eleanor nodded and she smiled. The idea was pretty good. "Yes. You can leave when all is prepared and your father will wait for you at the house with Roman."
"And... With school? I can't lose a year at school, mom."
"Harold said he'll find someone who will help you keep up with your lessons. And Serena can tell you what she learned at Constance so when you'll come back you won't have loads of thing to learn." She smiled. "And you will be care-free because nobody will know who you are. Then you would come back here and attend the last year at Constance. I will talk with headmistress Keller and explain... What I can."
"Oh my God, that's amazing!" Serena almost squealed and took Blair's hands in hers.
Blair thought about it for a second. It was the perfect plan, except one thing. She didn't want the baby. She loved the fact that she would go to France, but the reason for going there was wrong one. What would happen to her relationship to Nate? Their relationship was already made of lies, the distance would have only made it worse.
"I think... It's perfect." She decided, and this time she could feel this was the right thing to do. Almost.
"And everything will be over at Thanksgiving, so you can come to my house to have the usual lunch" Serena added with joy.
Seemed like the whole room lightened up. Now everyone was happy, or almost happy.
Maybe people will ask why she left and reach the wrong or the right conclusions, but at least her reputation was safe.
She could still try to get into Yale and hate Chuck Bass when she would come back, and then deal with Nate. Yeah, Nate. She decided there was only one thing she had to do about him.
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He was struggling with the will of running after her and ask her directly what was wrong. He saw it in her eyes, he saw that something was bothering her so much that she didn't notice that a strand of her hair was unusually messed like she put that headband without caring much of it, just like it was a non-sense object or something. He felt she was in trouble because she acted different from how she behaved before the holidays. She used to smile more and tease him like she did the people she didn't like, but now that light was suddenly gone. He knew her, he knew maybe this was all a mask she wore everyday just to go on and fake, like him.
He knew she wouldn't tell him the truth about the fact that she threw up every two hours at school. He couldn't do anything if she hated him so much for no reason.
He was the one who took her virtue, after all. He didn't do anything wrong because she let him do it. Plus, he even asked her if she was sure, a thing he didn't care about with random girls. He really cared about how she felt.
His only hope was she and Nate will break up. Yes, he knew it sounded lame but he wanted this too much like he wanted to have her for another night without thinking about the fact that she had a boyfriend and her boyfriend happened to be his best friend.
Chuck Bass thought about the scene he saw days before when her rush to the ladies room again. He was accidentally in the same hallway and heard her voice when she threw up the food with anger, like it was the most horrible thing in the world and she needed to get rid of it.
He didn't let her see him this time, he kept himself silent, away from her as he saw her going to the courtyard with a happy expression. This looked weird to him because five minutes before she was sad.
He decided to follow her to see what brought that sudden happiness in her life, and he found her with Nate. He could hear their voices from the place where he was hidden.
They seemed to be having a row about something. He enjoyed every time they quarrel.
"Why, Blair? Just tell me why! I thought everything was going fine, we had fun the other day, have you already forget? What's wrong?" Nate said with an angry tone.
"I told you. The SATs are near, the school will end soon and I have no time to be with you."
"That's not enough reason for me" he answered coldly.
"Nate, please" she looked tired then "That's the truth. I'm not lying to you, sweetie. I need... Some time to study and make up my mind, that's all."
Nate swallowed and looked up, then shrugged his shoulders and nodded. "Okay. I'm sorry for being rude... I know you want to get into Yale and you wanna get the highest grade on the test... Is just... Feels strange to break up." He replied with disarm.
"Is not the first time, you'll understand."
Nate nodded again like a child. He didn't look like he was suffering because of the separation. He was more like trying to figure out what was the matter. "I want to know one thing." He said with anxiety.
Blair shrugged but kept the smile on her face. "Ask."
"Besides all the SATs stuff and other things... You wanted to break up because we..." he trailed off and his tone lowered a bit.
She knew what he meant. She lowered her head and shook it slowly. "That's not the point. We... Maybe are not meant to be together now. Maybe after all this will be over..."
Chuck thought she was lying. He didn't know exactly what they were talking about, but he guessed it was about sex. Nate confessed weeks before that he couldn't make it to Blair's secret place at the ball, and he felt bad because he knew she was eager to do it with him even if she didn't show it. Nate didn't know anything, not at all.
He wasn't like him. He knew that she was trying to deceive him. The true reason wasn't that.
Nate then sighed and greeted her before going inside. She was now almost alone in the courtyard and he could run to her and provoke her, tell her he was pleased by the scene he just saw from behind the door frame, but she would have gotten mad at him and he would have screwed up again and lose another chance to show her he wasn't that bad.
He so decided to get inside and do some calls before going back to his class. The minute he stepped in, he turned and saw her paces away, and a smiled appeared on his face.
He was kind of happy. Not only because his desire had been satisfied. The vision of her tiny ass excited him. He began to chuckle silently so that she didn't hear him. Then she disappeared in the class.
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Just one hour after Chuck saw Blair for the last time the rumor of the BN break up was everyone's mouths. Of course Gossip Girl had sent the blast of the sad news.
She wrote that she didn't know what the real reasons were, but the historical Waldorf-Archibald drama was over for good. She said that some witness saw Nate after the thing happened, he confessed it to a male friend. This guy thought that maybe there was another guy in Blair's life, or maybe she had simply enough of him after all these years.
Chuck was also trying to understand why she broke up with him, and the only conclusion he reached was that maybe all the health problems she had were connected to this. She wanted to be alone with her troubles, maybe that was the sad truth.
He was in the courtyard before the next lesson would have begun when he heard someone talk about Blair. "I heard she wants to move abroad" a little girl said. "My sister told me that she said this to Serena few minutes ago in the bathroom..."
"Did she say that? Really? There's something going on in my opinion..."
"Something like what?"
The girl looked around and whispered something and Chuck couldn't hear their theories, even if he maybe already knew what they were.
Chuck sighed and then got inside again, where other girls were talking about Blair. He tried to ignore them and went ahead. He still had two hours of classes to attend.
He reached the left-wing of the school and there he saw her again.
"Thank you, Mrs Keller." She said with a smile.
"Mrs Waldorf, I'm glad your father recommended you to go there. Hope you'll come back in September to finish the school here at Constance."
"Yes, of course I'll be back. Is just a French degree course, it's for a couple of months. I'll take my SATs exams there. I'll send you the results after."
The headmistress shook hands with her and she got back into her office, while Blair walked away.
Chuck thought about it for a second. She said France. French degree study for a couple of months. She was happy because maybe she was leaving for the place of her dreams, where her father lived. He then decided it all in a hurry. He had to go now or never before his attempts would never have been possible. He had to stop her.
He ran in the opposite direction to reach the exit before she could, but he failed.
When he reached the exit he saw her going to a black car. Dorota was near her with a big bag in her hands. It really looked like those luggage you can carry with you in the plane... He took his phone and called his limo.
His car arrived one minute after the black car Blair took off with. He only saw the car turn left and then right the traffic lights near the school. The information wasn't very helpful to his driver but it was at least a path to follow.
He was lucky there was a traffic jam.
He lowered his window and looked outside to search for the black car. He didn't know how he found it, but it wasn't so far from his limo and it was there in the traffic jam.
He thought that going out and reach the car was lame and stupid for a guy like him, so he remained there waiting for the traffic lights to change.
He wasn't that interested after all, he just wanted her to stay here and don't leave, or maybe that's what he thought in the limo that time.
The anxiety of the sudden run when the traffic lights became green made him jolt.
He ordered his driver to hurry up and follow that damn black car if he didn't want to be fired. It sounded more like an action movie, a run against the destiny.
Chuck was lucky his driver was skilled. He followed the car and quickly went behind it with no difficulty.
They reached JFK Airport as Chuck thought.
He waited until Blair and Dorota got out of the car and got into the building, and then he got out of his black limo too. He didn't want to hurry now. He wanted to watch her moves carefully and then act, when he knew it was time.
Blair did the Check-in for the New York – Paris flight of the six o' clock.
Chuck walked slowly behind Blair and Dorota and heard them talking. Dorota was pretty sad that her 'Miss Blair' was leaving, but she couldn't do anything to stop her.
When they arrived near the metal detector Dorota had to go. Chuck hid until the maid walked away. She kept turning back every once in a while until she reached the exit and was out of sight. He knew she wasn't happy.
Blair snorted and walked to the metal detectors. Chuck walked to her then, took her arm making her jolt in fear. She was afraid it was some random airport maniac.
Her mouth feel open when she faced him. His features were relaxed. He was totally calm in that moment only because he got to stop her or at least talk to her. He loosened his grip and swallowed lightly. The words almost run out his mouth, he couldn't help it.
"Chuck" she murmured "What are you doing here? I have no time for your rubbish."
"Where are you going?" he asked her directly. He noticed that at least her face wasn't pale anymore even if she kept throwing up.
She cleared her voice. "I could ask you the same thing, what are you even doing here?"
"I asked you first." He clarified.
She rolled her eyes with annoyance and sighed. "I'm leaving."
"Why?"
"Why do you want to know? I told you I don't wanna be bothered anymore, Bass."
He didn't know why, but he wanted to know. His curiosity, as well as his will to make her stay, was enough of a reason. "You are sick, aren't you? That's why you're leaving."
She suddenly became sad when he asked her the question. She would have never told him what the real reason was, so she opted for a lie again. She could do it. "I have a French degree course to attend, Chuck. I've waited for this two years and now I got in."
He looked down, almost defenseless. He thought she was telling the truth, though.
"Will you come back?"
Blair chuckled at the question. Why did he care so much? "I don't know why you want to know but, yes... I'll be back in September. Now, if you want to..."
She trailed off. Chuck topped her mouth with his in a sudden movement he didn't either. It was unexpected. He wanted to do this for a month or maybe more. He felt he wanted her so much, even if he couldn't admit to himself out loud.
She pushed him away after some good seconds. She was angry, he thought.
She shook her head slowly like she was startled. She surely didn't expect this. She surely didn't expect this from the person that made everyday such a big match for her. From the person that was the reason why she had to pretend to go to a French school to attend some nonexistent courses.
"I think I have to go." She stated with a severe tone. She was still upset. "I'll see you... I'll see you in September, Chuck." She said without even a grin on her pretty face.
She just walked away to the metal detector to do the usual procedure before going to the other wing of the airport where visitors were not allowed.
Chuck remained there and watched her until she disappeared into the crowd.
She never looked back to see him. He felt really awkward in that moment. He didn't answer her. He didn't tell her he didn't want her to leave. He couldn't do anything. He was weak, that's all. He couldn't make it because he couldn't admit he cared about her. A lot.
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He didn't know why he waited until her flight left.
Maybe he felt like he could do some last-minute action like call her and tell her what he didn't dare to tell before or maybe she would have come back.
He sighed when he watched her flight up in the sky. He felt it was over…...or maybe not.
He knew there was a slight possibility that in the future... He shook his head trying not to think about that thing.
She would come back, this was the important thing. Maybe she was only a whim for him, maybe with the months that will pass his attraction would vanished.
It was all maybes, except one thing. He knew he wouldn't forget her so easily. He already missed her he couldn't help it and he couldn't figure out why.
He left the JFK when it was late in the evening. The only thing that could comfort him at that moment was his best friend. And no, it wasn't Nate. It was the friend that he went to in times of need.
So he headed to Victrola and had a drink; more than one, hoping things would turn ok.
She would have been fine and him as well. He shouldn't worry this much.
