I'm so sorry for the long wait! I've been so busy lately, and have had barely any time to write at all! I hope to be able to write more often now, but bear with me. :) and as always, reviews are much appreciated!

"What are you doing here, Bass?" Blair sneers at him unpleasantly.

He just smirks back, annoyingly so. "Business meeting, actually."

"Maybe you should get to it then." Carter tells him, trying to put him in his place.

Chuck doesn't spare him a glance. "How was Paris?"

"Eye-opening."

"Obviously not for the better, considering you came home with this." He motions to Carter with his head.

"Actually, it – along with Carter's help – made me realize that I don't love you anymore." She smiles, sickeningly sweet; she's trying to make it seem like the truth.

It surprises her how much it hurts.

His eyes flash with hurt and anger; and she catches Carter's smirk out of the corner of her eye.

"Shouldn't you be getting to that meeting?"

Chuck composes himself quickly, even better at hiding his emotions that he was before. He clenches his jaw roughly.

"Yes… But I'd love to catch up," he tells her.

"I'm sure you would." Stop with the banter, Blair.

"Well, truthfully, I was wondering when I'd run into you again, Waldorf. Seeing as the other night, you left so quickly."

Her eyes immediately meet Carter's.

She sees devastation, knows she's caused it. It doesn't make her feel like it used to – causing people to hurt, ruining them.

"What is he talking about?" Carter demands.

"What? Blair didn't tell you about our little run-in?" He smirks, menacingly. "Honestly, I thought when you said you wanted space you meant it. Of course, you showing up to my apartment late at night doesn't really give you that kind of impression."

Carter looks at her. "I can't believe you."

"Carter –" she tries to no avail.

He scoffs, stands up. "Don't bother… I knew it was too good to be true." He looks at Chuck as he walks past, "Enjoy your meeting." His glance flickers to her. "Goodbye, Blair."

"Carter, wait." She stands up, but Chuck blocks her way.

"I actually thought it would be a little more difficult than that. Obviously he doesn't care about you enough to fight for you."

"The only thing that's obvious is how completely desperate you are." She pushes passed him, makes her way out of the restaurant.

She spots Carter attempting to get a cab, calls him name. He doesn't turn around.

Chuck has hurries after her, though, grabs her wrist.

"Blair, stop. Come on. This whole using Baizen to make me jealous is getting old."

She looks at him, angrily.

"You're the one who needs to stop, Chuck. Stop following me and stop tormenting me, okay? We broke up. It's over. Deal with it."

"We'll never be over. You know that. We're inevitable, Waldorf, remember?"

His eyes soften and his grip loosens.

She knows he still feels like they're endgame, and she wished she felt the same.

But she doesn't.

"I'm with Carter now. I love him, not you. And the only inevitable thing about us is you breaking my heart. So just stop. Please." She pulls away and out of his grip.

"Blair," he calls as she rushes away from him. She doesn't turn back.

"Carter, stop." she calls. He stops, hand on the door of the cab he's about to enter.

He looks at her. "I can explain."

"Don't bother, Blair. I understand pretty clearly."

She pulls on his arm, begging him to stay. "No, you don't… Nothing happened, okay? I just went there to tell him it was over. I just needed that closure."

"How am I supposed to believe you?"

"Because I love you."

His eyes change, softening because of the words. But then it's gone, and they turn back into dark, angry ones, boring into hers.

"And yet you lied to me."

"I only lied because I didn't want to hurt you."

"You could have just told me, Blair. I get it, okay? You love Chuck, you always have. You always will. I've accepted that you do, that you… that you'll never feel the same way with me."

"That's not true! You know it isn't. I just – "

Blair's not sure what she can say to make him stay.

"I don't love him anymore." She promises, even if it's not exactly the truth; wishes it didn't hurt so much to say the words aloud.

"Maybe you're not in love with him, Blair, but I know that a part of you still loves him. I can see it, and I understand how much he hurt you and how much you want to put this behind you. But as long as you're pretending that your feelings for him are completely gone, you'll never be able to move forward. With me, or with anyone."

"I love you. And I want to be with you."

Carter brushes a curl away from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek just for a few moments.

She closes her eyes briefly, wishes it would stay like this forever. But as fast as he was there, he pulls away.

"Just figure out what you want, okay?"

And without being able to utter another word, she watched hi enter the cab and drive away.

Abandoned on a dirty sidewalk by a boy for the umpteenth time in her life.

Blair's not sure how long she stands there, the end of summer breeze chilling her bones to the core. Like her broken heart.

She hears Chuck's footsteps as they move closer, feeling his presence before hearing his sound.

"Go away, Bass." Please. She discreetly wipes away a single fallen tear.

"Blair… Let me take you home."

She scoffs, every sad emotion that had consumed her replaced with disdain. She turns around quickly, facing him; before she knows what's happening, the palm of her hand meets his cheek with as much force as she can muster.

When he looks back at her, he's just as stunned as she is.

"What the hell is your problem, Chuck?"

"My problem? You are the one who just hit me."

Blair pushes passed him, walks away determinedly. "You deserved it," thrown over her shoulder.

He grabs her shoulder with too much force, and is spun around too quickly.

"Don't act like this is my fault."

"Are you insane? Everything is your fault!"

"You could have told Carter about seeing me, but you didn't. Admit it, Blair. There's a reason you didn't tell him."

"I didn't tell him because I didn't want to hurt the person I love. Something you obviously don't understand."

"You're really going to bring that up again? That has nothing to do with – "

"It has everything to do with this!"

Chuck stares at her as if he doesn't understand, despite that it's the truth.

"Why did I go to Paris, Chuck?" There are tears now, big and uncontrollable, streaming quickly down her face. "Why did I spend months trying to put you in my past? Why did I need to move on in the first place?"

"Blair, I'm – "

"Sorry?" She scoffs. "You're not sorry. You are nothing but a vile, vindictive, pathetic excuse for a human being who is incapable of being a good person!"

There's venom etched in every word, drawn out for maximum effect. She hasn't hated him as much as she does in this moment for a long time.

He doesn't say anything. There's hurt etched into every feature, but she doesn't care; she can't care anymore.

Instead she inhales and exhales slowly, raises her head high like the queen she is. And then she lays the final blow.

"And I wish I had never loved you at all."

Blair pushes past him, doesn't bother to wait for a reply.

She's officially done with Chuck Bass.

Once again, sorry! But thank-you for everyone who's been sending me such lovely messages. :)