I just finished! The next chapter should come in a few days, one week tops. :D R&R! Sorry about my duplicate mess in the last chappie!
Whoever was outside of her hotel room was pounding on the door now. Blair poked her head out of the restroom, her heart thumping loudly. She felt like a trapped rabbit.
"W-who is it?" she stuttered nervously.
The pounding stopped.
"Waldorf," a low voice rumbled. "Open the damn door already."
Blair took in a deep breath and strode over to her hotel door. Her hand hovered over the knob, but she stopped. She pressed her mouth against the door and spoke quietly.
"Why should I, Chuck?" Blair asked the Bass on the other side. "I thought our conversation settled things." Her throat still burned from her throwing session in the restroom. It hurt to talk, and her voice came out rough and gravelly.
"What's wrong your voice?"
"N-nothing," Blair said. The last thing she wanted was for Chuck Bass to find out that she had started to make herself throw up again.
"Can you just let me in? I promise I won't bite."
Blair shook her head, even though she knew he couldn't see her.
"Never trust a Bass," she said as she unlocked the hotel door and opened it. She heard a small laugh as the door moved.
She stepped away from the door and watched Chuck as he came inside the room. He looked at her with his dark brown eyes. Chuck reached for her face and she looked away from him. She still felt his large hand hold her chin and move it towards him. The tension in the room was building.
"Just stop it!" Blair hopped away from him. "If you came here to flirt with me, you're unwelcome!"
Chuck glanced at the bathroom and saw that the water was still running. Blair's heart stopped. This had happened before. He raised an eyebrow. He was trying to see if something was up. Blair held her breath as she waited for the official Bass Inspection to end.
"Did I miss something?" he questioned her. "I thought I heard some strange noises when I came here."
Blair looked at him with wide eyes. It was best to play innocent. "Strange noises?" she asked. "I wonder who made them."
Chuck's eyebrows crossed as he frowned at Blair, trying to find a sign of something suspicious. Blair tried to seem as unaware and ignorant as possible. Chuck didn't say a word, but he kept his mouth closed. Blair sighed in frustration and tapped her left foot angrily.
"Do you need something?" she demanded. "I need to pack for my flight."
Chuck's eyes narrowed as he smirked. "I didn't think you'd actually leave," he began. "I thought you were just bluffing."
A fire lit up in Blair's eyes. "Well I'm not!" she shouted, stamping her feet. "I don't believe that you got shot either, you liar!"
Chuck stared angrily at Blair for a moment. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He suddenly turned around abruptly, and Blair let out a startled noise. He took off his coat and cast it aside. Blair's eyes widened, but she didn't dare let Chuck see her surprised face.
Without warning, Chuck lifted up his shirt and revealed a scar in the lower part of his back. He was trembling furiously, as if he were scared of showing Blair his shooting scar. Blair gulped and her false mask of bravado fell away instantly as Chuck's words sank in. He had been shot. But Blair would never admit being wrong.
"It's obviously a fake," Blair sniffed. "Now get your clothes on before I call security."
Chuck's hands dropped as he spun around to face Blair. His expression was maddeningly frustrating. "Do you want to know why I vanished for a month, Blair? Do you really believe that I'm faking this?" He picked up his coat and began to put it back on.
Blair's mouth dropped and she stuttered incomprehensibly. "Chuck, don't go," she started desperately. She tried to grab his hand, but he moved it away from her.
Chuck just turned to leave. "Why would I want to stay with a girl who doesn't even believe me when I'm telling the truth?"
Blair's fists closed and she closed her lips shut as she tried to say the words to get him to stay. Chuck's hand was on the door knob when Blair finally got up the nerve to speak. "Because, because…I do believe you, Chuck!"
Chuck paused. "What did you say to me?" His voice was a low murmur.
Blair swallowed. "I said I believed you. I believe that you are a miserable Bassterd who just happens to be telling the truth this one time. Is that good enough for you?"
Chuck was in front of Blair immediately. He grabbed her hands and held them tightly. Blair stared into his whole face, looking for Chuck to say something that she desperately needed him to say.
"Yes," he whispered.
He leaned forward to try to kiss Blair, but Blair moved her face away from him. He tried again, but Blair stepped backwards. Her hands were still linked with Chuck's but he gave her a curious but confused look. Blair just stared him down.
"I need you to say something to me," Blair informed him. "Or you can never have me. And it's not 'I love you.'"
Chuck was silent for the longest time. Blair's eyes welled up with tears as she realized that he wasn't going to say what she needed him to say. She choked back a sob. Blair vowed a month ago that she would never cry over him again. She had broken that vow, but she would try to never cry in front of him ever again.
Chuck's mouth opened, but he was interrupted by a pounding on the door. Chuck and Blair both looked at the hotel door at the exact same time. Blair's stomach dropped when she heard a voice she never wanted to hear again.
"BLAIR!" Luke screamed. The door rattled again. "OPEN THE FRICKEN DOOR RIGHT NOW!"
Blair began to push Chuck out of the bedroom and into the closet. Chuck immediately started to complain.
"What the hell are you doing?" he challenged.
Blair got him to go in the closet. "Keep quiet," she snapped harshly. "If you make a noise, so help me I'll…"
"BLAIR!"
She closed the closet door in Chuck's face and rushed over to the hotel room door. If she didn't answer it now Luke would knock the door off of its hinges. Shaking nervously, Blair unlocked the locks on the door and opened it for Luke.
He pushed her down onto the floor with his strong hands. Blair felt her entire body hit the carpet as she blacked out for a second. She didn't look up, but she could hear the locks clicking as Luke ensured that Blair couldn't escape the hotel room on her own.
Blair started to cry as Luke grabbed her arm so hard that it turned red and lifted her up effortlessly. The tears spilled down her dress. Chuck was still hiding. Why didn't he help her? Blair stuttered as she tried to speak through her sobs.
"What are you doing, Luke?" she cried. "Have you lost your mind?"
Luke grabbed Blair's shoulders and shook them violently.
"You ruined my business chance with your ex-boyfriend!" he yelled as he continued to shake a terrified Blair.
"I didn't want to stay there, you ass!" Blair screamed in rage and fear. "Let go of me!"
Luke raised his hand and slapped Blair hard in the face. The side of her face began to sting and Blair shook even more. She closed her eyes and waited for the next slap from Luke. If she wasn't so scared, she would've remembered that Chuck was still in her closet.
But the second slap never came. Instead there was the sound of two men scuffling with each other. Blair looked and saw Luke and Chuck embroiled in a large fight with each other. It seemed as though Luke was winning, because he punched Chuck in the side of the face. Blair cried loudly and screamed for the both of them to stop.
"LUKE, LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Blair shrieked. She ran over to the two of them and tried to get in the middle of the fight. Chuck pushed her out of the way.
"Stop it, Blair! Just get the hell out of here!" he yelled.
"STOP IT NOW!" Blair shouted again.
She tried to get in the middle of the fight to break it up again, but this time Luke stopped throwing punches at Chuck. He had a cut lip which was running with blood freely now. Chuck looked battered as well, but they both glared at each other with looks of pure hate.
"If you ever touch her again…" Chuck couldn't finish his sentence. He wiped the side of his face with his torn coat sleeve.
Luke glanced at Blair. "Don't worry," he snarled. "I won't."
Blair watched Luke give Chuck another look of pure loathing before leaving the hotel room as quickly as he came in. Blair stared after him before turning to Chuck, who was pressing his coat sleeve against his head. He was staring at Blair, looking her over.
"Are you all right?" he asked her.
Blair nodded numbly. She was still in shock over what happened.
"You should get back to Eva," Blair told him. "I'm still leaving, Chuck. I'm going back home."
The pain in Chuck's eyes was unmistakable. Blair was rejecting him. He had saved her life and she was still rejecting him. No amount of words could describe the pain and hurt he was feeling. He would never tell Blair. He was always hesitant about telling her his feeling ever since she had mocked them at her birthday party.
"Fine," he growled. "I could tell her I hit my head with a brick."
As he wiped his head one last time, Blair walked over to him and grabbed his hand. "Wait," she whispered, using a technique that hadn't failed her before. "Stay."
Chuck's eyebrows rose as they pulled each other into an embrace.
Heh heh. A fling with Chuck Bass is a dangerous one. Don't forget to click that wonderful review button! :D
