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Chapter 3 – Getting to Know Each Other + Never Have I Ever
Nate drove us to the venue of the party, at some swanky hotel called The New York Palace Hotel. Mom only agreed for us girls to come to this party as long as Nate's the designated driver and will have us home by 11. Meaning, he has to stay sober for the sake of both of us girls. Good luck with that, Natie. Anyway, it's a school night, after all.
Upon entering, we were given instructions at the lobby on where to go. We were to go up to Chuck Bass' suite number 215. The three of us rode the elevator together, Serena and Nate obviously excited, and I well… don't ask.
If I'm being honest to myself, I didn't wanna go to this party. What was the point? I mean, really, am I really gonna miss out on a lot if I didn't go? I really should have just stayed home and studied.
Serena and Nate were talking about something I couldn't quite relate to, so I tuned them out and scrutinized what they're wearing. Nate's wearing a GAP plaid green polo shirt, his ever present brown Brooks Brothers corduroy shorts, and a pair of brown penny loafers. His dark blonde hair was tousled and styled by Serena, and he actually looks cute even if I didn't wanna admit that to myself.
Serena, meanwhile, looked fabulous in her bright yellow Marc Jacobs dress that was short and puffy, pale white Nine West flats and her light blonde hair was curled and thrown into a ponytail. It was messy and neat enough and it screams casual and elegant at the same time, but Serena pulled it off. Her makeup is light, but as always, she looks gorgeous. She has Nate as her main accessory for the evening. Those two are so adorable together. I feel like I'm the third wheel. I frowned at this realization, but quickly recovered.
I however, was wearing a simple, but pretty Alice+Olivia little black dress and purple Nine West heels. My dress wasn't that bad on me since I'm short (I'm not like Serena, who's five-foot-seven, and Nate who's five-foot-eleven, compared to me who's only five-foot-five, average height, petite, but it doesn't bother me that much) so it didn't look too revealing. My makeup was a little darker than Serena's and my lips are a shade of light pink. My long chocolate brown locks were straightened so it fell almost down to my waist. I have a Michael Kors dark purple purse on me tonight as my main accessory.
I guess I underestimated myself a little. I've come to the realization that we all looked gorgeous and I smiled.
"Penny for your thoughts, ma cherie?" Serena asked and broke me out of my trance. "Hmmm" was all I said. "It's just you were really quiet for a long time, and I was just wondering what is up." It's not a question, but a statement. "Yeah, I was just ogling in amazement at how gorg we all look." I said and the blondes copied my smile. "That we are my darling sis, that we are." Serena confirmed at the same time the elevator doors opened, transporting us to suite 215.
"Whoa," Nate breathed out and we girls nodded.
Inside the suite were teenagers just like the three of us, partying and drinking like there's no tomorrow, dancing along to Glamorous by Fergie. "I'm gonna go get us some drinks. I mean, I'm gonna go get you girls some drinks." Nate offered, accompanied by a wink, which I've realized was directed at me. I rolled my eyes at Nate's antics. Was he flirting with me while his girlfriend is also here in this room?
"I love this song! This is my jam! I'm gonna go dance with. See you later, chica!" Serena hollers to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek, leaving me alone standing in the middle of young teenagers drinking and getting hot and heavy up against the walls.
Yeah wow, this party was really great. Not. This party blows.
"I'm gonna go mingle." I said and huffed, wandering somewhere, anywhere. I snatched a champagne glass from the waiter who passed by me and downed it in one gulp, bottoms up.
Feeling braver, I snatched a cup of beer from Nate's hand, blew him a kiss, and made my way through the crowd. Some guy was staring at my legs, which really made me uncomfortable. Maybe this dress was even shorter and showed more than I realized. I snapped at the guy who was still staring, he couldn't keep his eyes upward. "Yo dude, hi. Yeah, hey, my eyes are up here." He instantly got the message, his cheeks tinged pink, blushing from embarrassment from getting caught, and he walked past me, not bothering to look back.
I clambered up the stairs and find myself in someone's bedroom. My phone then rang loudly from inside my purse. I jumped, retrieved it, and flipped it open. "Hello?" I said into the phone. "Blair Bear!" I instantly knew who called me. There's only one person who calls me Blair Bear and that person is none other than my father, Harold Waldorf.
"Daddy, hey. How's Paris?" I said nonchalantly.
"It's good, how are you?" Since when does my father ask about how I was doing? "I'm good, too." I paused. "When will you be home in New York?" I added as an afterthought.
"Blair Bear, I can't come home to New York."
"What? Why?" I say, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice. "My work is here now. My law office is based here and it'll be hard adjusting if I came back there. I'm sorry, ma cherie." Great. My father, the lawyer, is such a workaholic that he's never home anymore.
I sighed shakily, feeling the lump in my throat already. "But I never get to see you anymore. You're never home for Thanksgiving, my birthday, Christmas, and New Year and you're only home for work. I only see you once a year. It's like you don't even have time for your family anymore. What, are you like, disappointed in me and never want to see me again? Are you ashamed of me and Mom and Serena?" I reasoned out and the waterworks spilled from my eyes.
"I know sweetie, I know and I'm sorry. But I can never be ashamed of you." Dad stated.
"I love you, sweetie." He says and I shook my head even though he can't see me. "Do you really? Just… can it, Daddy." I said coldly and before he could even say anything else, I interrupted him. "No, you know what, Dad? Just forget it. Good luck with your own life, do your own thing, and don't ever call me again. I don't ever wanna see you again." I bark angrily into the phone.
"Blair Bear please just understand—" I hung up quickly, trying to calm myself down.
I cried for a while, and then I tried to soothe myself. I wiped away my tears and my makeup was ruined, great just damn great. I wonder how S and N are doing downstairs. I hope they're having fun, unlike me who's wallowing her sorrows in misery.
I was so preoccupied I didn't hear anyone come in.
"What are you doing in my room?" A familiar voice accused, and I looked up, astounded.
I inhaled sharply. My eyes met two intense brown eyes. He was the guy I bumped into earlier, today at school.
Oh, shit.
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"I was just…" I stammered, my eyes wide.
"You were just?" He mocked, his beautiful brown eyes cold.
"I just didn't wanna join the party downstairs. I'm not feeling up to socializing." I said, not meeting his eyes.
"Is that it? Or were you going to snoop in my room and take things that aren't even yours?" He accused.
"Please, I think I have better things to do than snoop in and take things from some stranger's room." I snorted.
He sneered. "Like you don't know who I am."
I raised my eyebrows and shook my head. "Am I supposed to know who you are? Am I supposed to care?" I snapped at this annoying, arrogant, pain-in-the-ass douche of a stranger. Call me a judgmental bitch, I don't frickin' care.
He just smirks at me. We were silent for a few moments. I guess we were checking each other out. He had a defined jaw, a prominent adam's apple, and dark brown hair that fell into his brown eyes that never failed to make me gawk at. He's good looking, very good looking, mind you, and he has this bad-boy persona going on about him. My cheeks flushed pink when we met each other's gaze.
I took a seat on his bed and sighed. He sat on the bed with me and refused to meet my eyes. Feeling surer of myself, I made small talk.
"What's your name?" I asked, looking up and meeting his brown eyes that somehow reminded me of the woods. "I'm Chuck Bass," he said simply, not even asking what my name was. He took a sip of his beer, brown eyes locked on my deep brown ones. I sighed, introducing myself. "I'm Blair. Blair Cornelia Waldorf, to be more precise, but you can call me Blair. It's nice to meet you, Chuck." I hate how I sounded; he might think that I'm a girl with a rambling problem. I took a drink to calm my nerves. The beer was cold, but it wasn't that bad.
"Do I care?" He asked, rudely. "No, I guess you don't." I sighed again.
Chuck obviously didn't like me in an instant, so what was I doing here? I didn't know why I didn't stand up and leave. I don't know why I even stayed.
Maybe something about being here with him in his small room made me feel safe and sound. Like, like we weren't part of the world, it was just us. Maybe I'm attracted to this very hot, well-off, badass guy, which is really weird considering I just met him on this fateful day. At his party, mind you. Or maybe it's just the alcohol talking. Yeah, that's probably it. Maybe… or maybe not, I don't really know. All I know is that I'm not gonna be leaving this room anytime soon. And, little did I know, I was right.
"Well uh, okay… if you'll excuse me." I murmured, standing up to leave.
"Wait." He said and I sat back down. I wasn't sure what it was about this random Chuck guy that made me so brave and confident. Maybe it was because his confidence radiated off in ripples and I soaked it up.
"Why were you crying?" Hmmm it was weird that this notorious stranger wanted to know. He didn't seem to like me and I definitely didn't like him back, so why did he care?
"I wasn't." I snapped.
"Okay, I was just curious." He allowed and I wondered why he didn't press on it. "You know, my dad, he's the head for Bass Industries and he's never home. Whenever he's home though, he's home for work, not for his family." He confessed. How weird was it for him to be reading my mind when we don't even know anything about each other? Hmm, maybe we could be secret friends. Like Jamie Sullivan and Landon Carter from "A Walk to Remember".
I forced myself to say something back, but I couldn't. Maybe when I'm ready, but not now. I'm not ready to pour my feelings out to this stranger. I just nodded, and didn't say anything back. I looked like I was about to cry again, but something blocked my vision. I looked down and saw a fair hand holding a cup full of what looked like beer. Another beer. Beer's just what I needed so I took the cup, taking a long sip.
"Seems like you need it." He says.
"Yeah, thanks." I say in return.
I stood up and sat down on the chair next to his bed and he took a gulp of his own beer.
"Do you go to Park Avenue High?" I ask and he nods. "I'm new at PAH, I just transferred here from St. Jude's School for Boys. Don't ask why, but I hated it there." I nodded and said no more.
We were both silent again, until he broke the spell we were in. "I'm bored as fuck." He said randomly, and I looked up, surprised that he had been the first one to speak. "Um, isn't this your party? Why'd you have one if you're just going to sit up here in your room with me, a complete stranger?" I asked, confused.
He started rambling. "In truth, I don't really like parties or socializing with people in general. People just piss me off. I just have parties like this one because… because I have a reputation to uphold." He suddenly trailed off and frowned, lost in his own thoughts.
"Reputation…?" I pressed.
His face suddenly had a mixture of many emotions. First, heartbroken, then embarrassed, and last but not the least, angry, which was coincidentally directed to me. "I don't wanna talk about it," he snarled, the rage palpable in his voice. "Okay," I said, feeling upset and uncomfortable.
"Look, why don't we just talk about something else?" He said, calmly this time. "Like what?" I encouraged. "How about we play a little game of Never Have I Ever?" He offered and smirked at me.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, suddenly nervous.
"What? Little Blair is too much of a scaredy cat to even play this little game with me?" He teased and I glared at him. "I'll have you know, I never back down from a challenge, Chuck." I warned, and smirked in return. He filled both our blue plastic cups to the rims full of beer.
Oh Blair, what have you just gotten yourself into?
Little did I know I should have run right out of the room the instant he suggested playing this game. But anyways, game on bitch.
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He grinned. "Okay, ladies first."
I stood up and rejoined him on the bed. "Never have I ever…" I began, my eyes focused on his, "slept with someone's best friend."
Chuck raised the cup to his lips and took a long gulp of beer. "Georgina Sparks, 7th grade." He explained and I refrained from looking in his brown eyes. I don't know why but for some weird reason, I feel quite… upset and disappointed and jealous, too. Weird.
"Never have I ever seen a friend naked," He stated and I took a small sip from my cup. I looked up to see him staring at me expectantly. I guess he wanted me to elaborate, but I'm not going to. "I don't have to explain to you, I don't even know you." I retorted and his smug smirk grew wider.
"Never have I ever got caught looking at porn," I declared and looked at his shocked reaction as he drank from his cup. I flashed him an arrogant grin, him glaring at me in return.
"Never have I ever…" I saw him swallow before continuing, "lied when I said 'I really like you,'" Wait… did he mean that specifically or metaphorically? I wasn't sure. I saw his bottom lip trembling as I raised my blue plastic cup to my lips, taking a long gulp of the alcohol. "Never have I ever been attracted to someone in this room," I said and he took another drink of his beer. "Blair… How can you read my mind when you don't even know me?" He appraised, scrutinizing me with his tempting, inviting brown eyes. "My thoughts exactly, Chuck." I said truthfully, and locked my gaze on his.
"Maybe we're meant to be secret friends," I say and he nods, agreeing with me. "Let's just get on with the game. It's my turn, right?" He says after a few moments of our staring contest. "Right," I say.
"Never have I ever had a pet." Chuck says and I drank from my cup. "Yale was my dog in the sixth grade, but she died just recently." I explained and he looks at me with sympathy. "Oh, I-I didn't know, Blair. I'm sorry." He apologizes and I just say, "It's ok, Chuck. You don't have to apologize." I saw him nod.
"Never have I ever had a sexual thought about anyone in this room." I say and he takes a sip, the same time as I did.
"Can I just ask you why you didn't leave the instant I suggested playing this game?" Chuck asks me and I answer him truthfully, "Maybe… Maybe I just trust you." I said in a surprisingly serious voice, making him gaze at me intensely. I watched as he bit his bottom lip, his brown eyes flickering down to my lips.
"Never have I ever wanted to kiss someone so much." Chuck says, startling me a little. For a moment there I thought he was joking, but he wasn't. He was actually serious about what he said. I still took a sip, the same time as him.
Suddenly, our little game stops and I was underneath Chuck, on his bed. What was I doing? Me? Innocent, pure, virgin little Blair lying underneath Chuck? He seemed to be much more experienced in everything, while I… don't have experience on anything, really.
"Before we do this, whatever this is, I just have one thing to tell you. I'm a virgin, Chuck." I nervously said and he replied, "Thank you for trusting and telling me, Blair. Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'll be gentle." I nodded, the fear in me suddenly vanished.
We stared up at each other, our breathing already heavy. His lips met mine in a long close-mouthed kiss. Both our eyes were open, staring back at each other. He pulled away suddenly, leaving me wanting more. My eyes fluttered closed, and suddenly he was everywhere. He was kissing my lips, my neck, my shoulders, and the list goes on and on. It surprised me, almost made me gasp, how heated his kissing was. I didn't know what made me kiss him back. Maybe it was the alcohol. Yeah, let's blame it on the alcohol. No, maybe the tingles that I felt all the way down to my toes from kissing this young man, or maybe it was the fact that he seemed almost desperate to hold on to me. He was kissing me passionately and hungrily, and I deepened the kiss with as much passion as before. Which made me ask myself: was this heated makeout session leading to you know what? S-E-X? Maybe… or maybe not. I don't know.
Chuck's hand was on my thigh, and one hand tangled into my hair. Both of my hands were clinging to his face. When he pulled away, I kept my eyes closed. My breathing was labored. "Did I do something wrong?" I ask him. He mumbled something like, "Holy shit."
I sat up and finally opened my eyes, to find him staring back at me. The mixture of many emotions I saw swirling there did make me gawk. Hurt. So much hurt in his eyes, and anger, and desperation. I wanted to make it all go away. I didn't ever want to see Chuck have such horrible emotions. "Chuck, what's wrong?" I didn't know why I asked him this. So I tried again. I wanted to assure him, so I murmured, "It's going to be okay. Whatever it is, it's going to be okay."
The moment I said those words, he finally snapped out of whatever trance he was in. He was suddenly up and off of me, in five seconds flat. He licked his lips and said, "You should go." I tried to hide the hurt and disappointment in my facial features.
I just had one of the most passionate makeout sessions with some guy I didn't know. So I shouldn't feel hurt. Why did I let myself make out with some random guy on his bed? Because I was acting like a slut, that's why. I swallowed the hurt and stammered, "Yeah, I-I should go. I-I'll see you at school tomorrow." Getting off of his bed, I straightened my dress and reapplied my ruined makeup. Great. Serena's going to kill me for this. Chuck's eyes were focused on the ground. His face was an emotionless mask. I wanted to see him smile again. "Yeah, bye. See ya." His said coldly, and I hurried out of his room, practically running down the staircase.
"Blair!" My best friend yelled, spotting me. She has this confused expression plastered on her face. I pushed through the crowd of people to get to her. "Where have you been all night? Why do you look so out of breath?"
As expected, my cheeks tinged pink. "No reason," I whispered.
Serena smiled coyly at me. "Did you do something?"
"No!" I denied, avoiding her eyes and looking down on the ground.
"You did! Oh my God, B! You kissed someone, and you liked it!" Serena hollered, teasing me and grabbing onto my shoulders. "Oh you didn't just like it, you LOVED it!" She squealed.
"Blair loved what?" Nate joined in on our conversation, smiling at Serena and me.
"Blair made out with someone, and she loved it!" Serena squealed once more and Nate gave me a high-five. "Nice," he teased and I glared at both of them.
"Serena, just shut up, okay?" I said, turning my bitch face mode on. "Why are you so excited, though?" I asked her.
With a roll of her eyes, she slurred, "I'm your best friend and I want you to be happy. You look so blooming and vibrant and so alive right now!" I blushed even harder at her statement.
The alcohol intake I've taken tonight was average, mediocre, and it's what's probably making me so giddy. But I remembered my conversation with my dad earlier, and suddenly, the smile on my face was gone. "Whatever. Can we just please go home? I'm tired and it's a school night and we'll all be screwed if we don't get home by or before 11." I looked at my phone, it's already 10pm.
Serena nodded and laughed. "Okay, Mom, let's go home. All that dancing has got me tired." I saw her loop her arm through Nate's arm and he stared down at her, his eyes shining with love. I huffed in slight annoyance and jealousy. I wanted someone to look at me like that. Chuck's face flashed before my very eyes. No, stop. Stop thinking about him; you don't even know him!
The three of us elbowed our way to the crowd and we stepped into the elevator, transporting us back to the lobby. We rushed out the doors of the hotel. "God, it's so cold out here." I murmured and Serena and Nate nodded in agreement.
"Blair!" an unfamiliar voice called. I turned to see a guy I didn't know, with jet-black hair and blue eyes. He must be the receptionist from the lobby or something. "This is for you," he said, smiling shyly at me, and hurrying off after he had given me a piece of something I don't really know what.
I looked down to see a small scrap of scarf that looked like it had been ripped off a full piece, a number scribbled on it. The note at the bottom made me grin, and laugh out loud, making Nate and Serena look up at me.
Call me if you ever want to finish our little game and continue our unfinished business. –C
To Be Continued…
A/N: Longest chapter ever! How was it? Please tell me what you think. More Chair moments in the next installments; stay tuned! :) –xoxo, rein aka gossipgleekgirl
