Did you think that you could get away with sex in a closet, like always, S? Not anymore. We're a little elder, a little naughtier and definitely way badder. It's just your luck that C happened to open Door Number 1.
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While putting her clothes straight again, all Serena could think of was, why in the name of hell would someone enter a closet when they could clearly hear moans inside? Unless that someone worked at Waldorf-Astoria and wanted to throw them out, then there was absolutely no reason to enter the freakin' closet.
But then again, since when had Chuck Bass done the right thing?
"Was that Chuck?" asked Christian, straightening his tee shirt.
She nodded. "Unfortunately."
With a strange bout of honesty, she had told Christian everything about what happened with her and Blair and Chuck. Furthermore, he even knew Love Triangle I, the Nate fiasco. She wondered if there were any more boys in the Upper East Side for her and Blair to get caught up with.
"I'll leave you to deal with that…" he said, passing her towards the door.
Serena grinned. "Scared?"
"Never." Christian replied, smirking down at her. He bent and kissed her forehead. "Hell hath no fury like woman scorned. And I'm seriously doubting Chuck Bass is manly."
She pushed him out of the storage room and watched as he went into their suite. A moment later, she walked out of the closet herself and looked around the empty hallway. The Devil in Disguise was nowhere to be seen. Eventually, she knew that she would have to discuss what Chuck had walked in on and what she had walked out on. She was trying a new tactic by not avoiding important things.
Serena sighed and started walking towards the fire exit.
As expected, he was there, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and his eyes squeezed shut. She took the moment to see him over. He still looked the same, a little elder though. His dark hair was disheveled and his branded suit was pressed and looking positively stiff. His lips were set in a straight line and she had a weird urge to just pull his lips apart.
"Hey."
Chuck opened his eyes and stared, darkly into his ex-mistress's face.
"What do you want?"
She hadn't expected him to be nice to her but she hadn't expected him to be this harsh either. She flinched, involuntarily and then sighed, a moment later. His eyes were still boring holes into her head. She realized that she was a little taller than him.
"Uh…"
"Am I going to be hearing this in this century or…" he trailed off, rolling his eyes. And the bastard's back.
"I just want to talk, Chuck." Serena said, softly. She let go of the door, shutting it and walked over to the glass window, looking out in a daze. Somehow, New York City did that to her. Or was it Chuck's cologne?
"You want to talk?" Chuck confirmed, narrowing his eyes. "After you ditched and left for five months with just a fucking message, you wan to talk?"
Well, he wasn't taking it well.
Serena sighed and nodded. "I don't expect you to be nice to me, or even listen to me for that matter but I need you to just hear me out…please? Just listen to me and then you can go back to being the asshole you so like being."
He liked the fact that she knew he liked being an asshole. He didn't like that fact, too.
"Fine." Chuck said, relenting. He wondered whether he would've said no. He then wondered if he could say no because right now, there wasn't much stopping him from begging Serena to take him back, on the knees and pleading and everything.
"Blair and I…we've always been best friends, before everything. So naturally, when everything fucked up in my life, I went to Blair and Blair being Blair couldn't help rubbing the fact that her life was absolutely perfect in my face. I wasn't jealous. There's no way I could've wanted what Blair had – Nate as the oh-so-perfect boyfriend and an overachieving mother wasn't for me. But subconsciously, or so my therapist says, I've always wanted to be like Blair. When I realized I couldn't…I wanted Blair to feel bad, I guess. With Nate…I guess I did like him. I mean, yeah, I did like him but half of it was just to get back at Blair for telling me that I couldn't have the picture perfect life she had. She always made me feel like I didn't deserve it, you know?"
Chuck opened his mouth.
"When I said, listen, Chuck, I meant it."
He shut his mouth, obediently.
"But when we got over Nate and you came into the picture. First, the thought of you was quite repulsing, because, well you were Chuck Bass and an idiot. I clearly remember the whole partial Jenny Humphrey rape incident."
Chuck rolled his eyes at that one.
"But then Georgina happened and you weren't the same gross Chuck anymore. Obviously, I didn't know it then. But then 'we' happened and I couldn't help it. Honestly, Chuck, I'm not sure what I felt, or maybe even feel for you. But again, a part of it is always going to be revenge at Blair and I cant do that anymore. I've figured myself out, I suppose and it's not good for either of us to be in such a crazy fucked up relationship. That's why I left. And leaving without a goodbye was just 'cause I hate goodbyes."
She finished with a deep breath and looked curiously at Chuck. It felt nice to have it off her chest, at least. At least now everything could be a little normal, although she doubted she would try and repair whatever friendship she and Blair had.
"…oh, well, wow," was all Chuck could muster.
Serena had a ghost of a smile on her face. "Are you and Blair happy?"
Chuck didn't know what to say. They worked on their marriage, yes but he didn't know whether they were happy. On the good side, they didn't fight anymore. On the bad side, everything between them was fake and slightly reminiscent of the Upper East Side marriages which Chuck loathed.
"Yeah, I guess." Chuck lied.
Serena grinned. She didn't know whether she wanted Blair and Chuck to be happy. "Good, that's good. So, I'm going to go…"
"To Carrot Top?"
Serena rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Chuck."
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After letting out that positively heart melting speech to C, is there a reason you didn't tell him about "Carrot Top", S? Or has your guilty conscious finally started to work?
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Jenny Humphrey was happy.
Despite rumors on Gossip Girl suggesting otherwise, she actually was. Although her fashion line wasn't being compared to Channel and Louis Vuitton, she was compared to True Religion and American Eagle, something that girls could relate to. Her brother had finally stopped leeching off of her, too. He had finally gone out and gotten a job as a columnist in some newspaper. He had moved out, too. It looked like things couldn't get any better but on her mental to-do list, she just had two things now.
Ruin every Upper East Sider's life.
Get together with Nate.
She didn't think that getting together with Nate would be so hard, especially since Vanessa was now dating her brother and sailing some part of the world on an exotic honeymoon-esq trip Dan had taken her for. She would charm Nate, eventually. After all, there was very little not to like about her.
But it was the ruining everyone's life that was the problem.
If only that stupid bitch hadn't left, thought Jenny, scowling deeply. If Serena hadn't left, she could've gotten Dan to date her, dump her and eventually ruin her life in front of everyone. But the stupid bitch had left and now, she didn't even have Dan to help her. She would have to ruin Serena van der Woodsen all by herself.
Jenny sighed. How do you ruin a perfect person?
But the more pressing issue was Blair Waldorf. Serena hadn't been such a bitch to her in Constance, not as much as Blair was at least. And the only way to make Blair pay for what she did was to take away everything that made her happy. She made a mental checklist of everything that made Blair happy.
Chuck Bass, her daughter, her job and her best friend.
Well, Chuck Bass wouldn't be hard. She knew that she could seduce him, putting the almost rape to the back of her mind. They had both changed over the years. Especially she.
She wasn't psychopathic enough to go after sweet Audrey Bass. And she didn't quite know how to affect Blair's Editor in Chief position but she would come to that sooner or later. If she could ruin Serena, she could definitely come up with a plan to ruin their friendship.
Jenny smirked and took a sip of the wine. Things were finally looking up.
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Little J, while you might think you've outsmarted everyone, here's a piece of advice I never thought I'd give: S and B have three years on you. they're elder, hotter, bitchier and way more manipulative then you'll ever be. After all, you're Little J.
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If there was something Blair Waldorf knew how to do, then it was look at her best. Being a Waldorf, a fashion sense and an aptitude for makeup came naturally. Unlike a van der Woodsen who looked supermodel-like without even trying.
"You look pretty, Mommy." Audrey said, standing in the doorway.
Blair grinned. "Thank you, honey. Shouldn't you be in bed by now? It's almost nine-thirty."
Audrey grinned happily and skipped off to her bed. Blair sighed, she wished that she could be six and skip off to bed but unfortunately for her, she was twenty three and had a business dinner to attend. It wasn't so much of a business dinner as it was an event for rich people to get together, get drunk and look absolutely fabulous doing it. It was a magazine meeting sort of thing, where famous editors and writers and models were coming to display their work and themselves.
She checked all the rooms for her lost husband and sighed, when she couldn't find him. Chuck had been a little distant ever since Audrey's party, the day before. She told herself that it had nothing to do with Serena. They hadn't even spoken at the party so how in the name of hell could he be brooding over her? Blair sighed and summoned the limo as she rode the elevator down.
They were there within minutes, probably because the Bass penthouse was on 5th Avenue, where everything of importance took place. In Constance, she would've probably walked to the destination but now, she was Blair Waldorf-Bass, Editor in Chief.
"Welcome, Mrs. Bass."
Exactly.
Blair mingled in the crowd, doing the kisses on each cheek and handshakes and hugs until she finally reached the group where the people she could remotely stand were gossiping.
There was Lana Myers, a fashion editor, Katherine Crawley and Meredith King. They were exactly like Blair – beautiful, successful and unhappy.
"Hello, ladies." Blair said, standing between Meredith and Lana. "How's everyone?"
"Just fab, darling." Katherine said, "Quite like this party, isn't it?"
Blair nodded, absentmindedly. "It's alright. I'm sure the Met would've been a better location."
The other three shared a look. Nothing could please Blair "Bitch" Waldorf-Bass, as she was known behind her back.
"Ooh, there's that yummy model…" Meredith said, "Whose name I cannot remember. Chris?"
"Christian McLean." Lana said, giggling. "Isn't he just gorgeous?"
Blair had to admit – he did take good looking to a whole new level. She also admitted, with some amusement and envy, that he was probably one of the hottest boys she had ever seen, including Nate and Chuck.
"Rumor has it," Katherine said, in a stage whisper. "That he's dating some writer."
Lana rolled her eyes. "Darling, they've been on and off and I am pretty sure that they're off right now."
"What makes you so sure?" asked Blair, curiously.
Lane adjusted the straps of her Christian Lacroix dress. "Because once he sees me, the only thing he'll want is me, darlings."
And with that, she went to claim her rightly prize.
Five minutes later, when Blair and Katherine were talking about the latest Oscar de la Renta collection, Lana came back, looking dejected.
"What happened?" asked Katherine, with barely any sympathy.
"He told me to fuck off after I practically shoved my chest at him. That blonde bimbo was laughing. She's totally gorgeous, by the way. Heidi Klum and Alessandra gorgeous, you know? Long legs, long hair." Lana ranted, sniffing. "She works as a traveler or something."
Blair had an inkling suspicion about the blonde bimbo.
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Comparatively, B, your new friends are a little better than S. Just don't introduce any of them to Chuck. We don't want someone else also taking your husband, do we?
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'Kill me now,' mouthed Serena, clasping her hand tighter around Christian's. The world renowned writer she was talking to, whose name she didn't remember, was droning on and on about the usefulness of having an sharpener with you at all times. As if not being able to sharpen a pencil would affect National Security.
"You wouldn't mind terribly if I borrowed Serena, would you?" intervened Christian, grinning charmingly. He even had men putty in his hands because a moment later, she and Christian were giggling their way through the party towards the balcony.
She leaned against the railing, overlooking 5th Avenue and smiled happily.
"Feel like fooling around?"
Serena snorted. "Last time I fooled around with you at a party, we were in every English tabloid in that country."
Christian smirked. "It wasn't my fault that you were horny."
"Says the person who was five seconds away from pulling his pants down." Serena replied, snorting. "So, guess what…"
"You're getting a piercing?"
"No." Serena said, rolling her eyes. "Tiffany offered me a desk job."
"A desk job?" he asked, skeptically. He, like everyone else who knew the blonde, knew how much Serena loved traveling. It was her favorite thing in the world, after ice cream and before Lady Godiva chocolates and he personally couldn't imagine her doing anything else. She wouldn't be Serena if she didn't come back from Sri Lanka with beads in her hair or return from Japan with a Japanese pop singer hanging off her arms like a lovesick puppy who was just about ready to marry her.
"Yeah." Serena replied, "As a gossip columnist, here in Manhattan."
"Are you taking it?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. I don't think I can stop travelling but Tiffany did say that it would be temporary. They're doing this four-five month thing that will make up most of the space and the gossip columnist got knocked up, so it's actually quite perfect since she said that they were cutting the traveling column for these four or five months."
"If you want to, you should," was his advice. He, personally, had no problems with her not traveling or not.
Serena frowned. "Stay with Blair and Chuck in Manhattan or travel the world? Hm…" She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in.
"For all you know," Christian said, "It could fix everything."
Serena rolled her eyes and kissed him again, before a woman interrupted them. She said something about everyone gathering for the speech and the two sighed, walking in dejectedly.
"Who am I sitting with?" she asked Tiffany, who was currently engrossed in checking Christian out. She was thankful that they were holding hands. She still couldn't get over the fact that every woman wanted to do him, right there, right now.
"Uh…some people from Vogue."
Vogue?
With her luck, it would be –
"Blair." Serena whispered, to herself. She should've known. It's not like something in her life could be un-clichéd, could it?
"This should be fun." Christian whispered in her ear and sat down beside her, tucking the Christian McLean place card away.
Serena sat down, purposely avoiding Blair's eye.
Blair, however, had a whole different idea. She knew Serena, better than anyone did and she knew that when Serena dated and properly dated, it was serious. Nate had been a fling, Chuck an affair and she hadn't dated anyone else but Serena was holding hands. And Serena van der Woodsen didn't hold hands.
"I'm Blair Bass," she introduced herself, holding out a hand.
After a look with Serena, Christian shook her hand. "Christian McLean. A pleasure."
"Likewise." Blair replied, grinning. "So, are you two dating?"
Serena was surprised and her look said everything. Her eyes were narrowed, in suspicion and surprise. Her mouth was open, like she was going to say something.
"Yeah." Christian replied, grinning as he squeezed Serena's hand. "Three months now."
"Isn't that nice." Blair said.
"I'm going to powder my face," announced Blair, before the actual dinner began, "Wont you join me, Serena?"
Serena looked at her former friend's retreating back. "God, she's even more complex than I thought."
Christian didn't have any advice to offer on girl world.
Serena got up and followed Blair into the ladies room, where Blair was reapplying her makeup.
"You know, S, Chuck and I are happy. We tell each other everything. We're totally in love. It is a…well, it's strong, our love. And I doubt anything will break it again. Therefore, would you and Christian like to come for dinner tomorrow night?"
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Maybe even I underestimated you, B. What have you got under your sleeve?
