A/N: Hello everyone! So sorry i hadn't updated my stories in a while, but school has kept me busy. Thankfully summer is only 6 weeks away! Well when i say it like that, it still sounds like a lot doesnt it? lol. I finally updated this one and it was pretty funny because we just finished reading Romeo & Juliet in my English class last week! We watched the 1968 version which was beyond beautiful, and way better than the Leo Dicaprio version. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Blair sighs as she heads back downstairs. A melancholy smile graces her doll like face. She reaches the bar and sits down on one of the stools.
"Martini. Pronto," she orders.
"Well, Well, cousin. Aren't you a tad bit young to be drinking?" a young man chuckles as he sits down next to her.
"Carter, always a pleasure to see you," she mutters.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today," he laughs, giving his order to the bartended.
"I'm just not in the mood for your little comments, ok?" she answers in a clipped tone.
"Fine," he answers, raising his hands up in mock surrender. The bartender places Blair's drink in front of her and walks away. Blair grabs it and takes a sip.
"So what brings you here?" she questions her cousin, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow at him.
"You know how much I love family parties. It brings out the best in me," he replies as he takes a sip of the scotch he ordered.
"More like the worst. You always end up with a hangover in the morning," she retorts as she sits herself so that her back is against the bar and she's facing the dance floor.
"Ouch. Kitten has claws. What's got your La Perla's in a bunch this fine evening?" he asks, as he faces her.
"My mother. She's trying to set me up with Marcus Beaton," Blair says as she takes another sip of her drink.
"I see. But I'm guessing you don't necessarily like that idea, do you?"
"I hate it with a burning passion."
"He's a nice guy, what's not to like?" he raises an eyebrow, amusement evident in his baby blues.
"How about the fact that he's as fascinating to talk to as the wall? Not to mention, there's no spark between us. It's a disaster waiting to happen," she answers, finishing off the martini, and placing it angrily on the bar.
"You don't need to be in love to be married. You just need to know that your significant other has good money. That's all that's needed," he replies.
"Well that may be the case for you, but it isn't for me. I want to be in love with the person I marry. I want to want to spend the rest of my life with my husband. I don't want to dread my marriage. I don't even though why I'm telling you this, it's not like you care," Blair sighs, running a hand through her brown locks.
"Au Contraire, cuz, I enjoy our little conversations," he smiles.
Blair gives him a sad smile and continues looking at the party goers.
"Did you see that Chuck Bass was here? The guts he has. He's lucky I didn't shove my sword right in his chest," Carter mutters angrily.
"Really? I didn't notice. It's not like I care. Fighting with the Basses is irrelevant to me."
"You're a woman, I wouldn't expect you to understand," he comments.
"Wow, thank you so much Carter. That's just what I wanted to hear. I think we've had enough catching up. I can tell you haven't changed much since last time. Still a domineering asshole, I see. Have a good night," She bites back angrily, standing up from her stool.
"Blair I-," he begins but she cuts him off.
"Save it Carter, I've had enough of your bullshit to last me a lifetime," she answers, jabbing a finger at his chest before walking away from him. As soon as her foot touches the first step of the huge marble staircase, Marcus appears next to her.
"Blair? What's wrong? Are you okay?" he questions, as he sees her eyes are brimming with tears.
"I'm not feeling well Marcus. I think I'm going to retire for the night. Thank you for a wonderful evening, I hope to see you again soon," Blair replies.
Marcus gives a small nod and cups her face with his hands. She's prepared for him to kiss her on the lips, but instead he places a light kiss on her forehead as he wipes away a tear that had begun to make its way down her soft cheek.
"Goodnight Blair. Sweet Dreams," he smiles. She gives him a smile in return before rushing up the stairs and into her room. She throws herself atop her cream colored silk sheets, as salty tears begin to make their way down her cheeks. This night was not going well at all.
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Chuck was still in shock at what he saw. Blair was a Waldorf. She was Blair Waldorf. Kin of his family's sworn enemy. Making them his sworn enemy too. But how could he despise such a beautiful creature? It might've been a short time, but he felt himself falling for this girl. He had never felt like this toward anybody else.
"Chuck, you alright there buddy?" Nate questions, noticing his friend's silence.
"What? No, yeah. I-I'm fine," Chuck shakes his head. He then remembers the promise he made to her. He would meet her in the patio.
"Nathaniel, I just remembered I made a promise to a very beautiful lady this very evening, and I intend to keep it," Chuck says to his best friend as they are a few blocks away from the Waldorf Mansion.
"And who might this lady be?" Nate inquires, raising a blonde eyebrow.
"If you must know, it's none other than Blair Waldorf," Chuck answers.
Nate's eyes bulge.
"WHAT?!? Chuck, have you gone mental?!? This is Blair Waldorf! Daughter of your family's sworn enemy!" Nate exclaims.
"Yes, Nathaniel. Thank you for pointing out the obvious. I am very aware of that fact. It has been nagging at me nonstop. But so has she. I can't get her out of mind. I need to see her again," Chuck replies.
"Fine. But if you get your ass whooped…" Nate says, shrugging his shoulders and beginning to walk away. Chuck rolls his eyes and walks in the opposite direction, back to the Waldorf Mansion.
"See you tomorrow!" He yells.
"I hope so!" Nate yells back. Chuck chuckles as he makes his way to his destination.
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Blair took a long warm shower before changing into her while silk nightgown. It hangs off her shoulders a bit, but that's how she wants it. She puts her hair up in a bun and slips on white silk slippers. Looking at her reflection once in the mirror, she heads out into the balcony. There's a light breeze blowing through and it makes some of the curls come undone and appear at the sides of her face. Blair rests her elbow on the ivy covered bricks and sighs.
"Why? Why I ask god? The one man I happen to like ends up being my enemy. Am I to be punished because of my family's stupidity? It's not fair," Blair says into the night. Obviously, no response comes. Only the rustling of bright green leaves is heard.
"Chuck Bass. Where are you?" she asks softly.
"Down here!" a voice exclaims. Blair is startled at first but then decides to look down. It's Chuck. Her heart skips a beat as she sees him climbing up the wall. She steps back once Chuck appears in front of her.
"Chuck, what are you doing here?" Blair questions, as she closes the door that leads to the balcony. She wants no one to see them.
"I told you I would come and see you. I kept my promise," he smiles. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips. Before she can say anything, he presses his lips against hers. Her arms wound around his neck as he places a hand on her small waist. They part and their foreheads are pressed together.
"What are we going to do?" she asks, a worried expression etched on her porcelain face.
"I don't know. But, if there is one thing I do know is that I'm not going to give you up," he replies as he cups her face with both his hands.
"I want to believe you but, I have heard the stories about you. And let's just say…they don't give you such a good reputation. Not to mention our families are enemies. If you were to be found now, you'd be killed. The worst part is that I'm trying to suppress these feelings that I feel for you, but I can't. I don't want to get hurt in the end Chuck. I'd think it best if we just forget this ever happened," Blair explains, as she grabs his hands and softly removes them from her face. Chuck slowly shakes his head, his eyebrows furrowed.
"No, Blair. Don't go," he pleads.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, as she grasps the gold doorknob.
"Please. The stories are true; I'm not going to deny that. But you have to believe me, the minute I laid eyes on you I began to feel things I never thought I would I feel sick, I haven't slept. And it's like there's something in my stomach…fluttering," he answers, grabbing her arms and turning her to face him.
"Butterflies?" she whispers.
"I think so. I hope so. Every time I've seen you, they flutter around like crazy. I have never, in my entire life, had these for any other girl. That's a sign. It means that we are meant to be together. Despite what may be going on between our families, I don't want to be parted from you. Blair, do you feel the butterflies?" he inquires, locking his chocolate brown orbs with her light brown ones.
"Yes," she says, a small smile gracing her lips. Chuck beams at her response. Once again he crushes his lips with hers, this time a little more forcefully. She's pressed against the wall, as she wraps her arms around his neck. He softly cups her bottom and he thrusts his tongue inside her mouth, exploring every inch of it.
But the kiss is cut short as soon as Blair hears her maid calling for her.
"Miss Blair! Miss Blair!"
Blair quickly steps away from the kiss.
"She can't see you, you have to leave," Blair tells him.
"As long as I can see you again tomorrow."
She smiles. "Of course, have someone send for me, yes?"
"Anything for you," he winks at her before giving her a peck and climbing down the wall.
Blair watches him climb down the wall. Once he reaches the bottom, he looks up once more. Their eyes connect and they know they've finally found their perfect match. Being with someone else would simply be unbearable.
"Goodnight my love," he says softly so that only she can hear him. He looks at her once more before quickly running off.
"Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow," she calls after him. Quickly she heads back inside. She slips inside her soft covers just in time for Dorota to come in.
"Miss Blair, why did you leave party?" Dorota questions, as she sits down next to Blair.
"Didn't Marcus say anything? I'm guessing not. I wasn't feeling well and decided to come upstairs."
"Are you sure this had nothing to do with the Bass boy? I saw the way you two look at each other. You like him, don't you?" her maid questions, a sly smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She had practically raised Blair and knew her all too well.
Blair blushes a bright red, and cast her eyes downward. She sighs and looks up at her maid again.
"I do, Dorota. And he's so sweet with me. Do you want me to tell you what happened?" Blair asks a happy smile on her face. Dorota chuckles.
"I keep secret, yes? Now go on and tell me more about him," she giggles. Blair beams happily as she begins to tell her all about Chuck and his grand romantic gesture. After all who would've thought that lovers could be enemies?
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