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-Happily Ever After-purple suede shoes-CB, CBN, DS- T –
I want to be your knight in shining armor
I want to be your knight in shining armor
I will never cheat on you, I'll keep your secrets trueI
'm here to stay, I will not desert you . . . No, no, no, never
I want to be your knight in shining armor
I know it's our fate, I am your soul mate
I want to be your knight in shining armor
I will not fail, I will prevail
-Knight in Shining Armour, Peter Cross
Chapter 4- Overcoming Ordeals
The day was slow.
Blair Waldorf sat in the front of the class, her head held high.
She had her best friend, the love of her life.
Why did everything feel so wrong?
She went through every class, with poise and elegance.
She was a Waldorf, they didnt tell her who she was she told them.
The worst was facing her old friends, if you could call them that.
They shot her looks that she taught them how to perfect. They made comments only Blair herself could have pulled off. Hell, they even dressed in a Blair Waldorf fashion. Headbands, tights, patent leather coats. Trends started by her.
She wanted to laugh. She may not be their Queen, but they still followed her. They didnt dare step one foot out of the line she herself had drawn around them.
Meaning no socks with platforms, no wrinkles in your clothes, hair is perfect.
She sighed, one more hour to lunch.
One more hour until she was in Chucks arms.
She wishes she had taken up his offer on staying in bed with him.
She would have been happy, perfect, smiling.
She wouldnt have to hide behind that mask.
One more hour
xoxo
Chuck stood outside Constance, waiting for her to come out. He had actually ran over here, the prospect of seeing her, to finally hold her in his arms, had been overwhelming.
He laughed, he was starting to become Nate.
He wondered if thats what she wanted. For him to become like Nate. He shook the uncertain thoughts away, she chose him after all.
Spotting a brunette, whose headband was purchased by him not two days ago, a feeling of happiness, washed over him.
It was quickly replaced by protectiveness.
Un-fucking-believeable
xoxo
Blair was walking down the steps, missing the way everyone used to make way for her, their Queen B.
They just laughed at her now.
"Hey, B! Want to come and sit with us. You know how much we wish you would, "
Blair was startled, was someone actually saying that to her?
"Oh wait, Im so sorry Blair, I totally forgot about the incident we dont like to be near people defined as sluts. It makes others think we are too "
Blair wanted to slap that look off Hazels face, not only was she using Blairs own words, but she was hardly a good replacement. Hell, she was just another cheap knockoff.
No one could be her replacement.
She was about to bite back with something that would have otherwise left them shaking, but she felt someone at her side.
He grabbed her hand, squeezing it slightly.
It was then she knew that everything was going to be alright.
"How come shes such a slut if all of you here have slept with me? " She always thought that Nate was her prince in shining armor, thinking back, she noticed that he never stood up for her. Not like Chuck did. He was her prince charming, complete with a scarf and smirk.
"Because none of us slept with Nate the day after" Trust Hazel to come up with a reply as dull as her personality.
"True, but you never had the chance" Blair had surprised herself, she was going to let Chuck do all the talking, that was the way its supposed to be.
Then again, nothing with them was the way its supposed to be.
Coming up with no decent reply, while Blair could have come up with hundreds, Hazel just said,
"Come on girls, no need to associate with such low class people"
"Goodbye Hazel, enjoy your reign while you can!" Blairs cutting statement was complimented by a sugar-coated smile.
"Lets go Blair, the back of my limo awaits us"
Blair almost giggled. He just had that effect on her.
Chuck pulled her along, to his limo, having her by his side made him feel at ease. Their hands intertwined, a genuine smile on both their faces.
They looked like they were straight out of a fairytale.
AN: I wanted to make this chapter a little longer, but the last line was so perfect I just couldnt continue, so I split the chapters up.
R & R please
Quote:
Blair Waldorf: You just won 365 more days in your Ikea-furnished closet.
Vanessa Abrams: You went to my building? You talked to my landlord?
Blair Waldorf: No, I don't speak Ukrainian, but I do speak envelope of cash and he understood me perfectly.
Chuck Bass: Because I'm Chuck Bass
kisses
Tess