Here's the next chapter! It's a pretty long one and includes a lot of CB, for all of you lovers of WaldassChlair/Buck or whatever you call that magnificent couple (go Waldass! LOL) Anyway, there isn't a lot of DS in this chapter but don't worry, Derena will return! Yeah, I'm lovin these names a little too much. Oh, and thanks once again for the positive reviews. It means so much to a budding, obsessive fanfiction writer like myself
Disclaimer: I will repeat it once more, just because I love this picture in my mind. If I owned Gossip Girl, Chuck Bass would be all mine and we'd never leave the bedroom. Hell. Yeah.
The Music in Me: Chapter 4
"Nathaniel, that look was made for you."
Nate took the picture out of Dan's hands and stared.
"No!" he exclaimed, throwing it back. The picture was of a man with Nate's colored hair, styled in a mullet. Chuck threw his hands up in the air, dramatizing the situation.
"Come on, that would be hilarious!" Chuck exclaimed.
"Plus, no one else's hair is long enough for a mullet," Dan said with a smirk.
"Uh, let me think about it. Ehhhhhh…no," Nate said simply. Chuck sighed.
"You're no fun," he stated.
It was Friday, the day after Chuck and Carter had their "discussion." Dan had texted Chuck and Nate and told them to meet him on the St. Jude's steps at lunchtime. When they got there, Dan had arrived with a few papers. They sat down and looked through them, discovering pictures of some famous rock bands.
"We have to come up with a style," Dan had said. That was when they had come across the mullet photo.
"Well, I think I can keep my hair the same way," Dan said. He leaned back against the handrails and stretched out. "And we all have to wear the same pants."
"Why?" Nate asked.
"We just do. Black or blue jeans?" Dan asked.
"Black, definitely. And I'm spiking my hair," Chuck said with a grin.
"Make it look good, not weird. We're not a boy band, here," Dan said. Chuck laughed.
"You're confusing me with Nathaniel. He's the pretty boy who walked in on the rock band."
"Shut up!" Nate exclaimed jokingly. He shoved the side of Chuck's head. Chuck laughed uncontrollably, not remembering a time he had laughed so hard. Once he finally calmed down he spoke again.
"Hey Nathaniel, maybe you could dress in all white, like the Backstreet Boys. Then the rest of us can all dress kickass." He leaned up against the other rail and put his arms behind his head. "I'm gonna wear a leather black vest without a shirt underneath," Chuck said. Dan let out a loud laugh. He started cracking up so hard that he had tears.
"Oh my God, only an Upper East Side rich boy could have said that," Dan said, once he gained composure. "This isn't the 90's, Chuck."
"And you make fun of me!" Nate exclaimed.
"This isn't the 90's, Chuck!" Chuck said in a nasally voice, mocking Dan. He went back to talking normally. "I don't care, that's what I'm doing. And I'm getting a black and white scarf for it."
"You are not!" Dan exclaimed through his budding laughter.
"Watch me," Chuck said with a smirk. Dan shook his head and tried not to laugh so hard again.
"You Upper East Siders will be the death of me," he said. "We'll probably be the laughing stock of Brooklyn."
"Hey, at least we'll be different," Nate said. "You wanted that."
"You know what I'm doing?" Dan asked, sitting back up.
"What?" Nate wondered.
"I'm wearing a black shirt and a tie and I'm rolling up the sleeves," Dan said.
"You'll look too much like Billie Joe of 'Green Day.' They're punk rock, and we're more hard rock," Nate said.
"I'd say we're a mix of both," Dan said. "It kind of depends on the song. But you're right. Maybe we all could just wear the black pants with a tee-shirt."
"Your coat would go with that," Nate said. Dan looked at his jacket and nodded.
"Yeah, but it gets really hot onstage," he replied.
"Nathaniel, you're giving out fashion tips now? God, you're a wuss," Chuck said.
"Look who's talking, black vest," Nate said. Dan bursted out into laughter, still not over that. Chuck started laughing again because Dan started gasping and he looked too funny. Nate joined in just because the atmosphere was contagious. Once they finally stopped, Nate posed another question.
"What's Carter gonna wear?" he asked. Chuck didn't flinch, but couldn't help letting a remark slip.
"The ugliest tee-shirt we can acquire," Chuck said. Dan raised an eyebrow.
"Are you mad at Carter or something?" Dan asked.
"Don't be," Nate said with a small smile. "He's been an asshole in the past, but I think he's changed." Chuck couldn't believe Nate's naivety at times.
"I heard you guys were back to being buds," Chuck directed at Nate. "He said you guys went out for drinks." Nate thought for a moment, then remembered.
"Oh yeah," he said. "We were going to invite you, but then I remembered you were at the club. Sorry." Nate turned to Dan. "You should come hang out with us sometime, Dan! Carter still needs to get to know you better." Chuck's eyebrows rose and his stomach went sick as he saw Dan crack a tiny smile.
"Sure," Dan said, his voice almost monotone. Then the bell rang. The noise was so loud that the three guys didn't hear the click of a camera phone and a few girlish giggles. They stood up and went in the building door.
"Well, I'll see you guys later," Dan said. He started walking down the east hallway. Chuck watched him leave, having a conscience moment.
"Are you coming, Chuck?" Nate called out. He was already halfway down the west hall. Chuck turned back to look at him.
"I'll meet you there. I have to ask Humphrey something about our sound system." Chuck turned back and ran to catch up with Dan. Nate shrugged and continued walking to class. Chuck raced through the congested east wing.
"Out of my way!" he exclaimed as he pushed through a crowd of freshmen. He finally spotted Dan walking merrily along. "Humphrey!"
Dan looked back, thinking he was hearing things. He wasn't.
"Chuck? What's up?" he asked surprised. Chuck walked over to him and sighed.
"Okay, after I tell you this, you are going to turn around…" Chuck made a circle motion with his finger. "Walk to class…" He made his index and middle finger hop over one another so that it looked like they were walking. Then he put his hand down. "And you are going to forget that I ever told you something that was to your benefit." Chuck's head lowered and he glared, meaning business.
Dan looked completely weirded out and confused.
"Um, okay?" Dan asked.
"Don't listen to Nate. Carter is bad news."
"How so?" Dan asked. Chuck leaned against the locker and looked up casually.
"Well, let me put it this way." Chuck's eyes went back to Dan. "Nathaniel tends to be a little too trusting of people, especially those people who have repeatedly screwed him over and come crawling back. Carter has a bad history, and not bad like sex bad. Bad like, 'he'll cheat anyone without remorse,' bad. This is coming from me, mind you, so you know he must be pretty damn terrible." Dan nodded slowly.
"So basically, stay the hell away from him outside of the band?" Dan asked.
"Exactly," Chuck said curtly. He smirked. "Wow Humphrey, you're smarter than I gave you credit for."
"Well, Carter did always seem like a suspicious character, but we need his drum skills, at least until I can learn more. Besides, he hasn't done anything yet, so I'll just keep on being cordial at the band meetings," Dan said.
"Yeah, of course." Chuck found it ironic when Dan said that Carter hadn't done anything yet.
"Plus, I don't think he and I would really get along. I was just being nice when I told Nate that I would hang out with him and Carter. Not that I have anything against Nate, but-" Dan stopped short, realizing who he was talking too. "Yeah," he finished. Chuck smiled, knowing what Dan was thinking.
"Your secret's safe with me," Chuck said. Dan didn't think it was true, but he had no other option but to take Chuck's normally unreliable word. Chuck then turned around and walked away, realizing that it was probably the first promise he ever made that he was actually intending on keeping. Dan walked away as well, wondering why Chuck decided to warn him about Carter from then until the next two periods.
The bell rang again, and Chuck chose to walk even slower. He despised school, and he would stall going to class as much as possible. He paused twice to fiddle with his scarf, and he stopped once more to take a drink out of a water fountain. When Chuck came up from drinking, he heard his phone bleep in his pocket.
Chuck looked around to make sure that no one was watching. He hated how paranoid Gossip Girl had made him sometimes. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his black cell phone. The screen read "2 New Messages." Chuck opened them both.
The first one was a picture of him, Nate, and Dan sitting on the steps. Below was a caption that read:
I spy, with my little eye…our three favorite throat-cutters from St. Jude's looking like the three musketeers? Has hell frozen over? Have C and N really started bonding with lonelyboy? God, I sure hope not.
XOXO
Gossip Girl
Chuck smirked. He was glad that Gossip Girl hadn't found out about the band yet. He wouldn't call what he, Dan, and Nate had a bond, but they were on much better terms than they used to be with one another.
Chuck flipped to the next message and his smile faded. It was a two-sentence text, yet it made Chuck's stomach churn.
Be by the backstage door of Victrola at 7:15 with $500,000. Come alone or else.
Carter
Chuck stared at the message for a few moments. Then he suddenly flipped the phone's top down and slid it back into his pocket. He felt his face involuntarily take on a form of anger and determination. He brushed a falling end of his scarf back behind his shoulder, and he could hear a drum solo coming from the music room.
He was done with feeling sorry for himself.
He was going to take action, the way he used to when something stood in his way.
"Look out world. Chuck Bass is back."
When Chuck swung open the door of his classroom, the teacher looked at him and sighed.
"Where were you this time, Charles?"
"Smoking." Chuck lied simply. He vigorously walked over to the teacher's desk and picked up a detention slip. The teacher looked shocked, and Chuck held up the slip in between two fingers. "Monday after school?" The teacher nodded, not actually hearing anything Chuck said due to extreme shock. Chuck walked to his desk with such an unconquerable air that all of the boys turned and watched him in a trance.
Chuck took his usual seat--in the very back, next to Nate--and folded his left hand over his right. His piercing eyes fell on Nate, who looked very scared. Chuck held his one hand out.
"I need to borrow a pencil and a piece of paper, Nathaniel." Nate obediently got the items but didn't take his frightened and bewildered eyes off of Chuck. Chuck took the pencil and the paper from him and nodded one time. "Thanks," he said to Nate, looking up from under his eyelids. Chuck turned back and looked at the paper, not noticing that everyone's eyes were on him.
"Um…um…alright, back to math. Now, the quadratic formula…" the teacher turned back to the blackboard. No one paid attention. They faced the room but tried to look and see what Chuck was doing from their side vision.
Chuck was staring at the piece of paper, his focused eyes looking off to the side.
"Words to describe Carter Baizen…"
Chuck began to write down many words (including freak, scumbag, loser, parasite, swear word, swear word, swear word), but then realized that all he had managed to do was list a million names to call Carter. He also realized that his list of words had taken up an entire sheet of paper. Chuck turned back to Nate.
"Can I--"
Nate thrust out a sheet of paper while trying to look over at the list Chuck made. Chuck took it with gratitude and wrote a new heading at the top. He repeated it in his mind as he wrote it.
"Words to describe the things that Carter Baizen has done."
Chuck wrote down the following:
-gamble
-steal
-fuck
-forgery/fraud
-cheat
-lie
-deceive
Chuck flipped the paper to the other side and made a new heading.
"Ways out of Carter blackmail and downsides"
1. Tell Nate--Nate despises me forever
2. Don't give him money--Nate finds out
3. Tell Blair and have Blair tell Nate--In your dreams.
4. Tell Gossip Girl about Carter, spread word--Nate finds out
Chuck sighed. It seemed like that no matter what, he was screwed. He looked over to make sure that Nate wasn't watching what he was writing, and he wasn't. Chuck's brain was thinking a mile a minute.
"There must be some way."
The bell rang, and Chuck was soon sitting in his chorus class. Everyone's eyes were on him again, but not for the determined way he had walked into math class. They were all curious about the Gossip Girl text that almost everyone had received. Many of the guys didn't care about gossip and ignored it, but some couldn't get over it.
"I hate the way they look when a new post comes around," Nate whispered to Chuck. Chuck nodded and looked at the clock. He had one more class left after this one, and he still hadn't come up with a solution to his Carter problem. Nate looked at his friend, still puzzled about before.
"Are you okay?" Nate asked. "You seem very different since lunch."
"I'm fine," Chuck insisted. Just then, Mr. Smith entered the room.
"Alright everyone, our concert is a week from this Sunday at seven. We'll be taking a break from music theory and music history until then, and we will be mainly focusing on our songs. Take out your music for 'Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head.'"
"Chuck, isn't that the night of our concert?!" Nate whispered in exclamation. Chuck's eyes widened, and he looked over at Dan. Dan was looking at the both of them with his mouth hanging wide open. Chuck leaned back against his chair and sighed. He couldn't believe his luck.
"Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed loudly, shutting his eyes as he said so. When he opened them, the entire class was looking at him, including Mr. Smith, who had been conversing with two boys in the front row.
"Yes Mr. Bass. That is a good term to describe my new puppy. Your hearing is very good. If only your study skills were that sharp, you'd have an A." Mr. Smith then went to the podium and ordered the boys to stand. Nate leaned over and whispered to Chuck.
"I can't believe this. Of all the nights, why did it have to be that one?!"
"We'll just have to schedule our gig for a different night is all," Chuck replied. "Or we can just skip the concert."
"Chuck, that's our grade!"
"We won't need grades when we're filthy rich--well, even more filthy rich than we already are." Chuck sighed, not knowing what to do.
"Alright everyone, stand up!" Mr. Smith commanded. The boys did, and Mr. Smith went to the piano. "Here we go."
They all began the song, and Chuck's mind wandered to the lyrics and off of his stress. He looked up off of the sheet and grinned as he looked around.
Chuck would never admit it to anyone, but he loved the music room. There were so many things, good and bad, that had taken place there. Chuck remembered the night that he had sex with Blair, and the terrible morning that followed. He remembered getting to know Dan for the better, and getting to know Carter for worse. He remembered singing with the band and with his class, discovering that he actually enjoyed it.
The one tiny room held a thousand memories--secret memories. No one else would ever know about what took place in there. The room was a private sanctuary from the viewing world outside--an escape.
Chuck's eyes widened. Escape. He finished singing the song before he sat down again. As Mr. Smith rambled on, Chuck wrote a note and folded it up. He tapped the guy on his left.
"Will you pass this to Dan Humphrey?" The boy smiled.
"What is it, a love letter?" he asked immaturely.
"Just pass the damn thing," Chuck said lowly with glaring eyes. The boy did as he was told, and the note made its way over to Dan. Chuck watched as Dan opened it and scrutinized it. Dan nodded as he read it. He looked up at Chuck and nodded at him. Chuck smiled, knowing his plans were worth a try.
Soon the bell rang and class was over. Chuck, Dan, and Nate waited until everyone had left before they approached their teacher.
"Mr. Smith?" Dan asked. The man looked up with a warm smile.
"Yes Mr. Humphrey?"
"Remember when you told me that I should get more involved with music?" Dan asked.
"Yes."
"Well, I kinda went and formed a band."
"Really? Well that's spectacular!" Mr. Smith said proudly. Dan smiled.
"Thanks, but there's a problem."
"What's that?" Mr. Smith asked. Dan pointed with his thumbs to Chuck and Nate, who stood on his right and left sides.
"We have our first gig the night of the concert. It's an hour later, but I doubt we'll be done before then. After all, we are the seventh period class, so we'd be last in the order, right?" Mr. Smith nodded, understanding.
"Yes. So you're asking me if you can skip the concert?"
"Well, maybe just change the order. Let our class go first so we can get out." Mr. Smith sighed.
"I'm sorry Mr. Humphrey, but I can't do that. It's not fair to the other classes."
"How is it not fair?!" Dan asked.
"They'll think I did it because your class is superior to them. Although your class consists of some of the best singers, they aren't supposed to know that. It just wouldn't be fair."
"Honestly sir, I don't think they care that much," Nate quipped.
"How much do you want, Mr. Smith?" Chuck asked, pulling a checkbook out of his pocket. "Name your price."
"I will not take bribes, Mr. Bass." He sighed. "I am proud of all of you for taking such an outside interest in what we're doing. But I cannot switch things," Mr. Smith said. Dan shook his head slowly.
"Alright, at least we tried. Come on, guys." Dan led them out the music room.
"Now what?" Nate asked.
"Plan B," Chuck answered, walking forward. Dan walked with him on his right, and Nate ran to catch up on the left.
"What's Plan B?" Nate asked, lost.
"Or I should say Plan E. We'll escape," Chuck said.
"Okay, your lips are moving but I don't understand the words. What the heck are you talking about?!" Nate asked urgently.
"We'll stay for attendance here, and then we'll ditch the concert and meet up with Carter in Brooklyn. No one will ever know we're gone. It will be perfect," Chuck said. Nate's eyes widened and he stopped walking.
"No! We can't!" he exclaimed. Chuck and Dan stopped walking and turned to face him.
"Nate, we have no choice!" Dan exclaimed. "We have to do this."
"No, you don't understand!" Nate exclaimed.
"What don't we understand?!" Chuck asked. Nate sighed.
"I didn't want to tell you guys."
"What?!" Chuck asked again, annoyed. Nate looked up at them with saddened eyes.
"Mr. Smith asked me to sing the solo part in 'Raindrops.'"
Chuck and Dan stared at Nate in disbelief. Their luck kept getting worse and worse.
"When did he ask you?" Dan asked.
"A few days ago, after school. He said he was going to ask Chuck but…"
"Yeah yeah, I suck at school. Go on," Chuck said demandingly. His eyebrows had lowered in ferociousness.
"Well, he said I have a great voice for it and that I put in tremendous effort, so he gave me the solo," Nate said. Dan sighed and put his head in his hand. Chuck shook his head slowly, in disbelief. "I was going to tell you guys the day before the concert. I didn't know it would be on the same day as our gig." Nate sounded very solemn.
"Don't blame yourself," Dan said. He looked back up again. "There's no other choice. We'll have to cancel."
"Unless…" Chuck said with a smirk. Dan and Nate looked at him. "Nate could suddenly get physically sick as a result of stage fright." Dan nodded and grinned.
"That's a good plan," he said. Nate looked worried.
"I can't get sick on command!" he exclaimed. Chuck rolled his eyes.
"You won't actually get sick, dumb-ass. We'll go in the bathroom and fake it." Nate smiled, understanding now.
"That's a great plan," Nate said.
"I know, I'm amazing," Chuck said with a cocky smirk. He was obviously proud of himself.
"Don't push your luck," Dan said. Suddenly the bell rang. "We are so late."
"Oh, who cares?" Chuck asked. They walked a little while until they parted ways for their final class. As Nate and Dan went into their classrooms, Chuck walked to the main office. He entered casually and saw the secretary lady sitting at her desk. Chuck smiled as he saw her.
"Hello, Mrs. Gute." The lady looked up at him and shook her head.
"Chuck, Chuck, Chuck. Did you get yourself in trouble again?" she asked. Chuck smirked. Mrs. Gute reminded him of his mother, before she walked out on him and his dad. Mrs. Gute had always been nice to him, even on his worst days.
"Actually, it's a miracle. I'm only here to check the lost and found." The secretary stood up and went to the closet behind her. She pulled out a bunch of keys and found the one that would open it.
"What are you looking for?" she asked.
"Are there any checkbooks in there?" Chuck asked. Mrs. Gute opened the closet and looked inside. There were many crates stacked up with ties, pencils, shoes, and other various things. Chuck wondered how anyone could get by without their shoes.
"Yeah, there's three. Did you lose one?" Mrs. Gute asked.
"Yes," Chuck replied.
"What did yours look like?"
Chuck froze as he tried to remember what Blair's checkbook looked like. He remembered seeing her pulling it out, and that it had a navy cover.
"It's navy blue," Chuck said. "And it has the initials BW."
"This one?" Mrs. Gute asked. She presented to him Blair's checkbook. Chuck nodded and smiled, praying that she wouldn't look for the identity inside. She handed it to him without a second thought. "Here you go."
"Thank you Mrs. Gute," Chuck said. He turned, about to leave.
"Charles, what does BW stand for?" Mrs. Gute suddenly asked. Chuck turned to look at her and smiled.
"Bart Willice. It's my dad's first and middle name," Chuck lied. Mrs. Gute raised an eyebrow, and Chuck drew in a breath.
"Thank God that he didn't name you after his middle name," she said. Chuck let out a nervous laugh.
"I will. Thank you." Chuck left the office and closed the door. He slid Blair's checkbook into his pocket. He grinned all the way to class, all through class, and when he left school.
If he knew Carter Baizen, all of his troubles with him would end forever at seven fifteen. If he didn't, then Chuck knew he was not only dead but buried too.
Nate Archibald hummed to himself as he sat down on the couch. It was just a lazy Friday evening. He loved having moments just to himself; it was very rare when he wasn't busy.
Nate turned on the TV and saw that his mom had left the old show channel on. Nate recognized the show on TV. It was one of his mom's favorites: "One Day at a Time." Nate saw a girl on TV, standing next to a boy and in front of two adults.
"Mom, dad," the girl said. "This is my boyfriend, Chuck Bass."
Nate couldn't believe what he just heard. He laughed, then switched the channel for fear that his name would come up too. He was halfway through an episode of "Smallville" when his phone suddenly rang. Nate reached over and picked it up off of the side table.
"Hello?"
"Where the hell are you?!" Nate jumped up.
"Blair?"
"No, Jessica Simpson. Yes, it's me! I've been waiting at the restaurant for an hour! Where are you?!"
Nate turned and looked at the clock. It was seven. He was supposed to have met Blair for dinner an hour ago.
"Oh my God Blair, I'm so sorry!" Nate ran to his room and grabbed some dress pants out of a drawer. "I completely forgot!"
"You forgot?! Nate, I haven't talked to you all week. I've been sick for four days. How could you forget our date?!"
"I'm sorry, Blair. I just have a lot on my mind. The guys and I had some drama with the band today, and--"
"Look Nate, don't give me excuses. Just come as quick as you can." Blair hung up the phone and sighed. She normally would have screamed at him, but she didn't this time. She just looked down at her short, elegant black dress and flattened out the bottom, deep in thought.
Ten minutes later, Nate arrived. He was dressed in a grey suit with a matching tie and a burgundy dress shirt underneath. His blonde hair had grown out a little longer, and he had combed it back nicely. He smiled warmly as he greeted her and carried a bunch of white daisies in his hand.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, Blair." He walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the head. She didn't respond. He handed out the flowers. "These are for you." Blair took the daisies and smelt them. The sweet fragrance entered her nostrils and soothed her for a moment.
"They're beautiful, Nate. Thank you." Nate smiled.
"I know I've screwed up. But we'll have fun tonight, okay?" Blair looked down at the flowers, avoiding his gaze. Nate's happy expression turned worried.
"No, it's not okay." Blair looked up, realizing that she couldn't keep her head down and say this to him. She looked right up into his concerned cerulean eyes, and for a moment she felt sorry. "I told you that we could start over, but I can't keep avoiding the truth."
"What?" Nate asked. Blair sighed and clutched the flowers in her hands, just to hold something. She grasped the stems so tightly that the flowers began to wither.
"Nate, I'm not in love with you. I haven't been in love with you for years. I was just under this delusion in which I thought I was." Nate's eyes widened, not expecting her to say those words. "I care about you, I truly do. I know you care about me too. But caring about someone isn't loving them. We care deeply about our friends, but we don't love them. That's what we've always been, Nate: really close friends."
"What are you saying?" Nate asked. "Are you breaking up with me?" Blair closed her eyes and sighed.
"Yes." Nate's mouth dropped open, and he stood in shock until Blair opened her eyes and looked at him again.
"Blair, I totally screwed up tonight. I've screwed up a lot, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. We can work this out, I know we can." Blair stared into his eyes for a few moments, and then slowly shook her head.
"We've tried to work it out so many times. Every time we can never make things right."
"I'll change, I will!" Nate exclaimed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Blair smiled a little.
"That's just it. People don't change, Nate. They can alter their original selves a little bit, but they never completely change."
"If this is just about tonight…"
"No, it's not." Blair felt herself getting upset that he didn't understand. She was trying to let him go gently, and he was making it awfully hard. "I was going to tell you this tonight anyway. It's about everything, Nate. It's about how you didn't say you loved me, how you're never there when I need you, how you can't care less about me sometimes."
"I do care, I do!"
"Yes, you care like an unreliable friend! Not like a boyfriend! Not like a man I could love!" Blair took a deep breath. Nate's sad puppy dog expression was killing her. Her voice became caring. "Nate, you're a nice person, and a really gorgeous guy. The girl of your dreams is out there, waiting for you. She's just not me." There was a long pause.
"I don't love Serena, Blair," Nate suddenly said. "I love you." Blair's mouth dropped open.
"What?!"
"If this is about Serena, I'm totally over her. You said you forgave me for that whole thing. If you're breaking up with me based on that, then you're the hypocrite, sweetheart! You said you would forgive me and now you're not! So fine, think what you want and break up with me, because it's not true!" Nate was rambling nonsense, and he knew it. Blair looked at him with disgust in her eyes. He had literally pushed bile up to the tip of her throat with his obliviousness. Blair normally would have stalked off in an angry fit, but she covered it up with a plastic smile.
"Goodbye, Nate." Blair turned on her heels and walked away. Nate stood in silence as he watched her go, feeling empty inside. He then looked at the restaurant, decided it looked like it had good linguini, and walked in.
Blair walked down a few blocks, not knowing where she was going. She just had to get away from him. He really didn't understand. She realized that she had made the right decision. After walking until her heels hurt her feet, Blair decided to sit down. She found some steps leading up to a business building and sat on them. She sighed and leaned against the handrail. She had done it. She had just broken up with the man of her dreams, Nathaniel Archibald.
And she couldn't care less.
Blair reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. She found her phonebook and scrolled down to the C's. She smiled as she saw the name of the person she was looking for, and then pressed call.
Minutes earlier, Carter Baizen leaned up against the wall of the infamous burlesque house. He had taken a peek inside before going behind the building, and decided that he would definitely be back in a few minutes. Carter pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and searched for a lighter in his coat.
"Looking for something?"
Carter jumped at the sudden, deep voice. He smiled cockily once he saw who it was.
"Well well, you showed up. How does it feel to know you've been beaten, Chuck?"
Chuck just smirked, and Carter was surprised by his confident attitude. Chuck was dressed in a black suit and a coat that covered it. His pale face stood out against the surrounding darkness, and for a moment, Carter felt frightened and he didn't know why.
"Better than you think," Chuck said. His low voice did nothing to ease Carter's sudden, sick feeling. Carter shook it off, thinking of the money. He found a lighter and lit his cigarette.
"Enough chit-chat. Where's the money?" Carter asked sharply. Chuck slickly reached into the pocket of his black pants and felt the thin paper at the bottom.
"I wrote you a check," Chuck said. "You'll have to clear it."
"That's fine," Carter replied. He blew some white cigarette smoke in Chuck's face as he reached to grab it. Chuck didn't react, holding the upper-left-hand corner of the check as he handed it over. Carter saw the words "500,000" and "paid to the order of: Carter Baizen," and he grinned with yellow teeth.
"You'll have to sign the back," Chuck said, handing him a pen that he had kept in his pocket. Carter turned the check over and smiled gladly as he took the pen. As he signed his name, Chuck hid his desire to smirk. Carter was signing away his soul to the devil.
Carter finished and handed the pen back to Chuck. Then he folded the check in half and put it in his inner jacket pocket.
"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Carter asked.
"Nope, it wasn't that bad," Chuck said. Carter nodded and patted Chuck's shoulder with a cocky grin.
"See Bass, this is how the world works. You give a little, you get a little." Carter dropped his hand. "I'll see you Thursday." He walked off, thinking that he had won. As soon as he left, a devilish smile spread across Chuck's face, and the wild New York wind blew back his coat. If a passerby would have caught sight of him, they would have been shaken by an unknown fear.
"Or in hell, whichever comes first," Chuck said under his breath. He had taken a huge risk, and it had paid off. Chuck proudly walked out from behind the building and out the alley. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He was about to call his limo driver when the phone suddenly rang. Chuck flipped it open and put it to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Chuck?"
Chuck's mouth dropped open and his eyes went wide.
"I'm imagining things."
"It's Blair."
"No I'm not."
"Blair..." Chuck looked around, and then went back into the alleyway. "What's up?" He didn't know what else to say. There was a pause on the other end of the line.
"I just broke up with Nate."
Chuck dropped the phone, and lucky for him it didn't break. He could hear Blair calling his name from the other end. Chuck picked it up. He couldn't get over what she had just said.
"I'm sorry, I just dropped the phone."
"You dropped the phone?" Blair asked.
"Yeah," Chuck said, starting to laugh at his own foolishness.
"Loser," Blair said teasingly. She was smiling though, because she loved when he laughed. Chuck didn't laugh often, and it was a nice thing to hear.
"Where did you break up with him?" Chuck asked.
"Outside an Italian restaurant. I was going to tell him halfway through the date, but he came late."
"In other words, wait until the meal was paid for and the flowers were given to break his heart. You're very conniving, Waldorf," Chuck said. Blair grinned at the sureness in his voice.
"Well, I did learn from the best," she replied. Chuck stepped out of the alley and looked down the sidewalk both ways.
"What was the restaurant called?" he asked.
"It's a new place. Luigi's, I think," Blair said. Chuck knew where that was. He looked at the nearest street sign and realized that it was on the same street as Victrola, but down further.
"Are you at home?" Chuck asked.
"No. I kind of walked down a few blocks, just to get away. I'm sitting on some building's steps." Chuck smiled.
"Don't go anywhere," he said. He suddenly started running in the direction of the restaurant. When he passed it (not bothering to see if Nate was inside), he stopped and put the phone to his ear again. "Okay, I just passed Luigi's."
"You're all out of breath, Bass."
"That's why I don't do sports." Chuck began to walk briskly. "I think I'm getting warmer."
"Are you now?" Blair asked with a smile. She was blushing at the knowledge that he was racing to find her. Chuck passed up another block.
"So how did Nate react?" he asked.
"I think he was confused."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Blair realized that his last word sounded very close. She looked up and to her right. Chuck was standing there, a bright grin on his face. Blair smiled excitedly at the sight of him, and her heart leapt in her chest. Chuck closed his phone and Blair stood up off of the stairs. They looked at one another for a few minutes, as if they each couldn't believe the other was real.
"Hey, we're both in black," Blair noticed. Chuck nodded.
"They say that two great minds think alike, and I think I can say with all honesty that ours outmatch anyone's on the Upper East Side," Chuck said.
"Conceded much, Bass?" Blair asked, beaming at the compliment to them both. They paused and looked at one another for a few more seconds.
"Well Waldorf, he's gone, and I'm here." Chuck cocked an eyebrow. "What do you propose?" Blair grinned, and she felt her blood starting to rush.
"I've made my decision. It took a while, but I finally discovered what I'm going to do." Chuck's heart skipped a beat, even though he already knew.
"Go ahead and say it," Chuck urged. He wanted to hear it more than anything. Blair sighed and grinned brightly. Her eyes sparkled with happiness as the words left her mouth.
"I want to be with you. I'm done with this life of pretending perfection and chasing men who could never love me. You mean so much more than the rebound guy, Chuck, and I think I've just proved that." Chuck could barely contain his joy, but somehow he managed to for another statement. As badly as he wanted this, he wanted to remind her what she was getting herself into.
"You do know what you're risking, Waldorf. The world will continue to watch us like hawks, even more so than before. Your reputation could be ruined forever." Blair nodded slowly, and answered with a warm smile.
"I know that. But it's worth everything…you're worth everything."
Chuck grinned as he paused.
"Are you sure?"
Blair lifted a hand to her open mouth, remembering the first time he had asked her that. She felt tears of joy welling up in her eyes, as if he had just proposed to her. She smiled as the tears began to flow.
"More sure then I've ever been in my life!" Blair exclaimed. She ran as fast as a jackrabbit over to him, not caring about scuffing up her high heels. Chuck grinned as she hopped into his arms with a squeal of delight.
Blair had finally found what she had been searching for in the in-crowd, in her eating disorder, in Nate's eyes: confidence. Chuck had always made her feel confident, and now she was back in his arms. She hadn't been so happy in her entire life. For once, Blair was secure with herself and her decision. She was sure of who and where she wanted to be.
Chuck held her as though he would never let go. He couldn't believe she chose him. It was as if he had solved all of his problems and achieved all of his dreams in the same night. He knew that Nate would figure out what was going on sooner or later. He just closed his eyes and pushed those thoughts to the back of his head. He had her now, and that was all that mattered.
Chuck placed Blair down so that her feet touched the ground, and they looked into each other's eyes softly. They breathed in and out at the same time, and the whole world around them vanished. They moved in slowly and closed their eyes as soon as their lips met. They held onto each other as they kissed, keeping each other warm in the cold night. The kiss tasted better then the most exquisite chocolate, for they both had yearned for it for so long.
Blair suddenly felt herself being whisked downward, and she opened her eyes wide. Chuck was above her, looking down and smiling that genuine smile that she adored. He was dipping her backwards, and she felt his strong hands on her shoulders and her lower back supporting her. Blair turned red at his gaze, and her cheeks began to hurt from grinning so much, but she didn't stop.
Chuck bent down and kissed her once more, and Blair nearly lost her mind.
The moment was nothing she had ever dreamed of, yet it was so perfect and unbelievably real. He was unbelievably real. Perfect was another story, but Blair was done with perfection. Perfection had gotten her nothing but false promises and lies on top of lies--Chuck's complete opposite.
When Chuck gently pulled away, he swept her back onto her feet so quickly that Blair saw her life flash before her eyes. It ended with Chuck's dark eyes looking at her lovingly.
"What's next, Waldorf? We have the whole night, and we live in the greatest city in the world. You decide," Chuck whispered. Blair beamed, thinking of having a repeat of what they had done in the music room. Then she remembered what Chuck said: they had all night. She slowly brought her arm up through his with a tender smile. She had missed just talking to him and having him listen to her every word, coming up with sarcastic one-liners in response. She missed just spending time with him--that was what she wanted more than anything.
"Well Bass, since you're new at the whole dating thing, I'll take you through it." They started walking slowly down the sidewalk, and they both noticed the bright streetlights dancing in each other's eyes. "How about we go somewhere and eat, and then go to Central Park, and then go back to your hotel room?" Blair wouldn't be throwing up her dinner, and she wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with the common New Yorkers in Central Park.
Chuck smiled wickedly at the mention of the hotel room, and his eyes peered so that she knew he was thinking naughty thoughts. In the blink of an eye his expression changed to the form of the soft angel that Blair had woken up to.
"That sounds like a plan," he answered smoothly. They continued walking arm-in-arm down the glittering streets of the Upper East Side, their hearts lighter than air.
Carter Baizen walked out of Victrola at nine forty-five at night. It was very early, but he had brought less cash than he had expected. Or possibly he had gotten too drunk and had thrown all of his money at the dancers. It was certainly possible, for he couldn't really remember what he had done.
Carter grabbed onto the handrail as he walked down the steps in a drunken haze. The world around him was very blurry.
"Fuck, I got wasted too fast," he thought. Through his distorted vision he managed to spot a yellow vehicle. He ran up to it and nearly tripped over nothing in the process.
"Cabby, I need a ride to the bank ten blocks down, stat!" Carter yelled. He sounded like an ER doctor. The driver, a handsome man with dark brown hair and blue eyes, turned and looked at him. He was dressed very casually, and didn't look like someone rich at all.
"I'm not a taxi, sir. Yellow is just the color of my car." The man suddenly noticed that Carter was as pale as a ghost, and sweating profusely. "Are you alright?"
Carter bent down and threw up, and the man winced at the grotesque sounds. The man pulled his car over to the side and ran over to help the stranger. Carter was still bent down and covering the sidewalk with indigested booze. People walking by screamed and stared, and cars driving by immediately slowed down to see what was going on. Most of them regretted doing so.
The man whistled and nabbed a taxi. Once Carter came up for air, the man led him inside and handed the driver some money.
"Take him home," the man said.
"No, I need to go somewhere," Carter said through deep gasps. He looked at the man before he could argue. "Thank you." The man smiled.
"Just don't throw up in the back seat," the man said. He started turn around.
"Wait! What's your name?" Carter suddenly asked. The man turned back.
"Rufus Humphrey," he answered. "I'm not from here, though. I was just heading to pick up my daughter at my son's girlfriend's house, if that makes any sense." Carter smiled.
"Well Rufus Humphrey, if I ever do find you, I'll pay you back somehow." If there was one thing Carter learned about living the life of the rich, it was that no one should ever be in debt to anyone else, even if that anyone else was a total stranger.
"Don't worry about it," Rufus said. Then he turned around and went walking towards his yellow car.
As the taxi rolled along, Carter suddenly realized that he knew that last name.
"Where have I heard that before?" he wondered. Before he could guess, the taxi had stopped in front of Carter's bank. Carter got out, and then suddenly realized who had the same last name. He smirked. "I wonder if he and Dan are related."
Carter walked into the bank, still a little shaky. His vision was pretty much back to normal but his head was pounding. He walked over to the nearest clerk, a young woman.
"Sir, we're about to close in fifteen minutes," she said. Carter reached into his coat pocket.
"I know, but I need this bad. I need it tonight; I don't have any money left to get home." The woman recognized the drunken tone in his voice, and realized it was best to give him what he wanted.
"Alright then," she said. Carter pulled the check Chuck had given him out of his coat pocket and handed it to her.
"Can I get some of that cashed and the rest cleared?" he asked. The woman looked at the check and her eyebrow raised in suspicion.
"You're Carter Baizen?"
"Yes."
"Sir, this check belongs to a Miss Blair Waldorf, and the check isn't signed by anyone."
Carter's eyes widened.
"What?" he asked sharply.
"The name on the check is Blair Waldorf, and her signature is not on here."
Carter's mouth dropped open and went dry. He didn't know how Chuck got his hands on Blair's checks. He thought she had found her checkbook. Carter slowly moved his hand up, his palm open.
"Give me the check back," he demanded.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, sir, unless you can give me an explanation on why Miss Waldorf's signature is not on here and your printed name is."
Carter glared harshly, his stomach twisting like there was a roller coaster inside.
"Why didn't I look at the damn thing more closely?!"
"Well, you see, Blair Waldorf is a friend of mine."
"So she gave you this check?" the woman asked.
"No, Chuck did!" Carter exclaimed, getting nervous.
"And who is Chuck?"
"Charles Bass! The son of Bart Bass, the huge business guy! He wrote my name, not me!" Carter started yelling, and the woman was taken aback. However, her voice remained stern. She reached out from under her desk and pulled out a sheet of paper.
"Please sign and print your name, Mr. Baizen."
Carter scowled as he picked up a pen. He tried to make his printing and signature as unreadable as possible, but it was hard. When he handed it back to the clerk. She compared his work to the check, and her eyes widened.
"Mr. Baizen, your printing matches the one on the front of the check, and the signature matches the back."
"That's impossible. I signed the back, but Chuck wrote my name on the front. It can't be the same printing," Carter said harshly.
"So you did sign the back?"
"Yes," Carter answered.
"Then how can you expect me to believe that the printing on the front, which matches yours exactly, belongs to Chuck Bass?"
"It was him. He…I…I don't know!" Carter exclaimed. "He just gave it to me!"
Carter slammed his hands down on the counter and looked up at the woman with fierce eyes. "All I know is it wasn't me, alright?!" He leaned forward and got up in her face, and she smelt the alcohol seeping from his breath. "I did not attempt check fraud!" The woman backed up away from him and almost fell over a cart filled with envelopes.
"Security! Security!" she yelled. Carter realized what was going on, and he began to make a dash for the door. He wasn't quick enough, and soon he was harshly being forced on his knees by a security guard.
"What was he doing?" one of the guards asked. The clerk came out from behind her post, shocked from her near fall.
"He gave me a check that lacks a signature, and his printing matched the one on here perfectly."
Carter's face fell. Chuck must have done some copying trick with the printing on the check. There was no way he could prove that Chuck was involved now. Carter cursed himself for not looking over the check. How stupid could he be?
"Son of a bitch."
"We'll have to call a cop to come and question him," one of the security guards said.
Carter let the guards lead him into an office and lock the door behind him, more furious than he had ever been in his life.
The elevator door opened just as Blair pushed Chuck against the elevator wall and threw herself on him. Their lips met in a passionate, hungry kiss that couldn't have been separated for anything. Chuck's hands clutched to Blair's back. He let out a low groan as their kiss became deeper. Blair hoisted her leg up and wrapped it around Chuck's waist, running her fingers through his velvet-soft hair. Suddenly Chuck pulled away.
"My room," he whispered. Blair smiled and followed him out of the elevator, across to his suite. Chuck pulled the key out of his pocket and tried to unlock the door.
"Shit Chuck, hurry up!" Blair exclaimed, taking deep breaths. She wanted him so bad, and she wasn't going to let the moment go away before she got what she desired. He was her drug, one that she would never try to quit ever again.
Chuck's palms were starting to sweat from the excitement, but he managed to get the key in and twist the door open. As soon as they got inside, Blair hopped on top of Chuck and wrapped her arms and legs around him as she took his mouth in another deep kiss. The door closed slowly on its own. When they came up for air, Chuck grinned wickedly.
"You're feisty tonight," he whispered.
"You have no idea…" Blair couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she kissed him again and started to pull his jacket off as she did so. Chuck moved one of his hands down her back and squeezed her ass, and Blair moaned as the blood flowed hot through her veins.
As soon as his jacket was off, Chuck lowered her back down to her feet and together they began loosening up his shirt. Once that was accomplished they continued making out, and Blair felt his chest against hers in the dark. His hands moved toward the clasps on her dress, and hers moved to his pants.
In a matter of milliseconds they were both undressed and occupied in another passionate kiss. When they pulled away to breathe Blair took Chuck by the hand.
"Where's the bed? I can hardly see," she said, eagerness straining her voice. Chuck laughed in his throat, partially because he was amused with her attitude and partially because he wanted to tease her.
"Such impatience," he said slowly. Chuck took his hand out of hers and placed both of his hands on her waist. He leaned up against her from behind. Blair felt his hot breath on her upper neck as he whispered in her ear. "Take it slow...I know I will." Blair gasped heavily, both from what he described and his orgasm-inducing voice. Chuck suddenly moved down and kissed her neck, and then he moved down to her shoulder. Blair decided that she couldn't wait anymore; she whipped around and pulled him close to her. Then she walked with him until she found the bed through the darkness. She kissed him again and rotated so that his back faced the bed. She pushed him downward onto the bed as their lips locked.
Chuck pulled her down with him and they continued to kiss with Blair on top. Blair pulled away and stared down at him and he stared back, his piercing eyes making her stomach coil with desire. Chuck held her gaze, and she breathed heavily as he held her in his sexual spell. Then he looked her up and down, his mouth remaining in the form of a delicious smirk.
"You're going first," Chuck commanded, referring to the oral sessions they would have before the real thing. Blair grinned and shook her head.
"No," she said. "I'm being bad tonight." Blair loved having control over him. She had always been the one in control; it was what she loved. Except for in the bedroom (or the limo, or the music room); Chuck had always been the one to dominate her in that situation. She loved it, no doubt, but this time she was confident in herself.
And she decided to tell him so.
"I want to hear you scream out my name with that sexy voice. I want to see your eyes turn as big as saucers when the pleasure hits."
Chuck's mouth dropped open, but only for a moment before it formed into a devilish smile.
"You're getting me so hot," he whispered. Blair grinned sinfully. That was exactly what she wanted to hear. She threw her mouth back into his and they kissed once more to stoke the fire. That was when Blair pulled away and looked down at him. Her eyes moved from his anxious face to his buffed chest, and then all the way down.
"I've got it," she said through deep breaths.
"What are you going to do to me, Waldorf?"
He sounded so vulnerable when he said it, and he lay beneath her, helpless and hers for the taking. Blair thought she would die any second.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang.
She threw herself back on Chuck and her hands clutched his muscular arms, forcing him down. Nothing was going to ruin this moment.
Their lips met as the phone continued to ring. Suddenly there was a bleeping noise, and Blair remembered that she had left her phone on speaker.
"Miss Waldorf, this is Harry Spangler, the chief officer of the local police department. It is of the utmost importance that I speak with you. As soon as you get this message, call the police station office number, which I am about to leave you."
Blair had pulled herself up, her eyes widened. Why would the police be calling so late at night?
"One, seven…" the cop began to say. Blair hopped off of Chuck and ran for the phone, upset and panting. Chuck was even more upset, for not only was he extremely turned on but after Blair took that call she would probably never want to see him again.
"I'm here, I'm here!" Blair exclaimed angrily through the phone. "What?!"
Chuck winced. He sat upright and looked at her, waiting for the cop to break the news. Blair's eyes went from angry to concerned.
"Yes, I know Carter Baizen…yes…yes…no, I didn't issue him a check. No…no…" Blair looked over at Chuck, a confused expression on her face. Chuck sighed, knowing his name would come up soon.
"Charles Bass?" Blair asked into the phone. "Yes, we're very well acquainted. Yes, well…alright, I will. Goodbye." Blair snapped her phone shut, her last words as bitter as poison. She looked at Chuck and folded her arms icily. Chuck looked down, wishing he could just melt into the ground and disappear.
"I just received a call from the police station. Carter Baizen is there, being questioned for check fraud. They say he produced a check with my name on it, and that he's been telling them an nonsensical story." She sighed, her voice becoming harsher by the minute. "One of his claims is that you gave him that check, and they said they'll be calling you too. They want me to go down to the station tomorrow afternoon for questioning."
Chuck looked up slowly, right into the demanding eyes of Blair.
"Chuck, is there something that you want to tell me?"
Nate smiled as he put down his glass.
"Give me another," he said to the bartender. The bartender took his glass and filled it up with more alcohol. He handed it back to Nate with some concern in his eyes.
"Rough night?" the bartender asked. Nate almost laughed at the situation. Usually his best friend was the one to drink away the problems, not him.
"Well, the girlfriend that I've had since kindergarten dumped me. But the dinner was really good." Nate had been in Luigi's longer than he expected. The drinks he had ordered had been good, and the bar had looked tempting.
"That sucks. Relationships are a pain," the bartender said. Nate smiled.
"I don't think I could be you. There's probably a million other guys who come in with the same problems every day, and you have to listen to all of them."
"It's not so bad here, since it's a restaurant bar. But I have this friend, and wow is he messed up sometimes," the bartender said. Nate took a sip of his drink, and suddenly he felt his phone vibrating in his pants. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out.
"Maybe it's all for the best, though," Nate said. "Things were getting rough between us anyway." The bartender nodded, then walked away to serve another customer. Nate flipped open his phone, and the screen read "one new text message."
Nate opened the message up and his eyes widened.
Gossip Girl here, and I have the most shocking news of the century.
You all know B, our UES princess who only had eyes for her prince, N? And you all know C, that handsome, heartless playboy who cared about no one but himself? Of course you do. They are, after all, the most manipulative and drama-causing people of our time.
C and B were spotted leaving a classy restaurant together. They stood outside talking and doing other things for a few minutes before C's limo showed up and the two got in together. Where were they going? I have a good guess. ;) But I thought that N and B were supposed to be on a date tonight. Something must have happened, because I am never wrong. Could N have broken up with B, and is C the rebound? But B didn't look sad at all…
I know; I couldn't believe my eyes either. All I can say is that first S surprised us with lonelyboy, and now this. I don't know if I like where this is going, but at least it keeps me on my toes.
Take a look below if you don't believe me. After all, a picture is with a thousand words.
XOXO
Gossip Girl
Nate's finger scrolled down slowly, as if he were five years old and his mother told him not to look at the pictures on the cell phone. He saw his ex-girlfriend and his best friend standing in the middle of the sidewalk outside of a restaurant. Nate recognized the place--he had been there before. His mouth dropped open as he saw both of Blair's gloved hands in Chuck's. His fingers were wrapped around hers and he looked like he was telling her something, for she was smiling giddily in the picture.
Nate scrolled down to the next one, and they were standing in the same spot, except that they were standing close together. Nate's stomach twisted as he saw Chuck's arms around Blair's back, and Blair's arms up around Chuck's shoulders. He gulped hardly as he looked down at the next picture.
Chuck and Blair were mouth-to-mouth kissing. A small whimper of shock escaped from Nate's throat as the image began to burn itself into his memory. He looked back and forth from Chuck's face to Blair's. He continued doing that for minutes on end, deciding which one of them he was angrier at.
The thing that disgusted him the most is that they both looked so happy.
Nate looked at the rest of the pictures, which were zoomed-in and far away pictures of the make out scene. There was one picture where they had stopped, and then in the next they were back at it again.
Nate's eyes looked like those of a little boy who had just realized that the world isn't full of all good people. He knew that Chuck was sleazy, but he had thought there was a heart in him somewhere and not just a deep, black pit.
"What kind of friend takes advantage of his friend's ex?!" Nate was so hurt, angry, and outraged that he forgot that Blair had broken up with him, not the other way around. Even if he did realize that, it would not have mattered to him. His mind was too clouded with thoughts of hatred.
Nate snapped the phone shut. He thought about calling Chuck and telling him what he knew, but then he decided he wanted it to be better than that. He wanted to confront Chuck personally. He wanted to let him know how much he despised him.
Just then, his phone bleeped. Nate opened it and another text message came up. He read it through furious eyes.
Hey guys, I'm calling an emergency band meeting tomorrow. Since school is obviously closed, we'll have it at my house later in the evening. There are no instruments except my guitar, so it will be a good chance to get things straight about plan E and let Carter know about our problems. My dad and sis will be gone, don't worry. Let me know if you can or can't make it.
Dan
Below that, Dan had put the address of the Humphrey lot. Nate grinned. It would be the perfect chance to tell off Chuck. It would be in front of others too, and Nate knew how embarrassing that would be.
Nate typed back a text to Dan telling him that he could make it. Then he closed his phone again and smiled as he leaned back in his chair. There was one thing he had learned from Blair that he was going to remember.
When Serena had come home and Blair had found out that Nate had slept with her, Blair came up with all of these revenge plans. Nate remembered Chuck telling him how bad she was being, and how much he liked it.
"If you thought that was bad, wait until I do the same to you. And this time I guarantee you won't enjoy it, Chuck Bass, you man-whore son of a bitch."
Nate lifted the glass to his lips and guzzled down all of the liquid. He slammed it down on the countertop, enjoying the warmth pulsing through him. He smiled evilly, the first time he had ever done so in his life.
"You won't enjoy it at all."